Really Late

[Yikes, it's been a long time since I've written! But, in my defense, I'm not sure than anybody is still reading this. Well, it's very old news now, but I am officially no longer a journalism major! I was so miserable in the J-school, and I am much happy as an impractical English major (with a journalism minor; I'm not quite away from the J-school yet).
Schoolwork is keeping me quite busy, though I'm only taking twelve hours I have a ridiculous amount to do before thanksgiving break.]

Okay, so that was also written a while ago. I've given up trying to go back, so once again I'm forced to summarize. (And once again, if anyone is still reading and caring about this, LET ME KNOW. I am one of those crazy people who only keeps up with things when she has an audience.)

Goodbye, Journalism.
Hello, English.

Out: Stitches
In: Scars

I'm through with attending class with bronchitis, speaking to 3 classes of strangers about living with OCD, and that dratted journalism paper.

Currently obsessed with: Heroes

(All my other shows are gone, and not returning anytime soon. Shower the Writer's Union with everything they want! Give them raises, pineapple on a platter, palaces--or at least a decent deal!)

If you want to hear really humorous trivia about 19th century embroidery, let me know. (Gosh, I am so weird. But it was for a school project. Honest. Or does that make it worse?)

Yeah, that pretty much brings things up to the present. Last night Sarah and I decorated our apartment for Christmas, which was a lot of fun. Thankfully neither of us was hospitalized (Me + rocking chair +hanging tacks at the top of wall + really really hard wall = likely disaster) Hmmm, maybe that's because Sarah pushed in almost all the tacks, while I held the string of lights and handed her tacks (though I kept walking away, still pulling on the lights. . .). Anyhow, fun times.