Why take drugs when you can have candy?

This is post number 27!!! Twenty-seven is my lucky number, so this must mean something special. Do you ever make wishes on stars or 11:11, knock on wood, or read fortunes in your cookies at Panda Express? To me, it doesn't actually mean anything, but it is just a part of having hope. If we have hope in nothing, what do we have?

Yesterday this guy was my partner for this activity in my sociology class. He said "Are you a sociology major?" I said yes, that I had actually declared it that day, as I'm a slacker. He told me that he was originally going to do mechanical engineering but it was too hard, and he had heard sociology was easy so that's why he was there. Then he said that he was preparing for law school!!!!

I get annoyed when people do a major or ask me if I'm doing sociology because it is easy or short. That has nothing to do with it! It's true it isn't intensely hard, but I'm there because I think it's interesting and important and I love it! Besides, changing the world isn't that easy, is it? Personally, though, if he's planning on law school looking for something easy isn't the way to go. If he wanted easy he should have stayed working at McDonalds. (Sorry, I'm harsh, aren't I?) At any rate, he showed up an hour late for the class (it runs 2 1/2 hours), and was bored the whole time, and couldn't wait to leave. I wanted to be like, "if you hate it so much, then leave!" Fortunately I restrained myself. This is what I get for sitting in the corner by the back door. Perhaps next week I'll sit in the other corner....

But yes, I did declare my major yesterday. Basically I just wrote my name, student id number, old and new major (I used to be English) and put my signature on a piece of paper, and then the guy at the desk says, "Okay, now you're a sociology major" and hands me a packet of the classes I need. It was decidedly eerie.

I've decided to make this time's favorite section on wedding colors! I've gone back and forth between pink, sea green, lavender, and periwinkle, but at the moment, it is.....

a deep, shimmery blue if it was during the fall or winter, and light blue for summer. I just love almost all shades of blue. Though I admit the blogger blue bar at the top is not my favorite....

anyway, I have three tests week and in my mind, I feel like I have plenty of time to study! I don't need to start until monday at least.

My life is a mess....isn't it great?

French Toast

I "helped" make french toast yesterday (meaning I dipped the bread in the egg stuff and flipped it over) and Sarah said I should blog on it, and I said, yes, I'll say I kinda made french toast but not really? And Kevin said that was a good idea, so here it is.

I have a confession: I've never liked french toast. It tends to slam your stomach, like hitting it with a hammer, which is why I usually don't eat breakfast foods in the morning, but this french toast was excellent.

I think it was the butter. Or the cinnamon. I don't really like eggs, though I ate scrambled eggs last night as well. I think I was in a strange food mood, considering I ate all day.

Here's what I ate yesterday:

a salami and cheese sandwich on a cinnamon rasin bagel

a cream soda

a ginger ale

a second salami sandwich

scrambled eggs

french toast

milk

yogurt burst cereal

cinnamon roll

a bowl of soup with two pieces of bread

hot chocolate

You would think that I'd explode after eating all that, and I did feel a bit sick.

Anyway, most of my blogs have been negative, but I am HAPPY.

Why?

I love my classes. I didn't think I would be excited to write surveys and write proposals, but I am. This semester is going to be awesome! Though, I think it will be slightly stressful, but that's okay. Last semester I only had 13 credits and had lots of free time, and it was horrible. I didn't read my textbooks, I didn't really do anything productive, and it wasn't intensely fun. So, that is all going to change this semester.

Above all else, I want to be happy! So, that's my official goal.

My favorite:

Pickles! (This was Jen's idea, not mine.)

The only kind of pickles I actually will eat are sweet pickles. I do not like pickles on hamburgers, sandwiches, salads, hot dogs, or any relish.

I will eat sweet pickles alone, though. They are quite tasty.

I'm not weak: Then Prove it!

Happy New Year, everyone! I am slightly less out of it, though I still feel sick. Strangely, I seem to be doing worse after starting the antibiotics. Is that a bad sign? As I'm leaving in three days for school, this means that I will have been sick for the ENTIRE BREAK. It kind of sucks, because this is usually when I get to do all my running around and shopping and stuff, but that is the last thing I feel like doing.

Anyway! I am going to list my new year's resolutions, so that maybe I'll actually do them.

1-start up my medication again.

Oh joy. Yes, I can hardly wait.

2-Go to class more often than missing.

I cannot afford to have grades like I did this past semester, so I really need to go. Especially since my classes start at 12 every day, I really have no excuse.

3-Do all my reading assignments.

Unfortuantely I got out of the habit of reading my textbooks in the middle of last semester, and there was so much to read I didn't catch up. If I stay on top of it all this time, I should do better.

Yay for Katie! I am going to rock school this year.

Why the torture?

I was sick, so I got antibiotics and they cured the infection, but now I'm sick again. WHY????? According to my Grandma, my dad would cough for a month after getting sick, and coughed the first three months my parents were dating. Thanks, Dad. .....I hit enter on this computer (my grandparent's) and nothing happens. I read this article online that people who are happier get sick less, and people who are unhappy get sick more. I ran this theory by my dad (as a possible explanation as to why I got sick when I was already unhappy and stressed and tired) and his response was basically "Don't be an idiot. That isn't why." So thank you dad, for being so compassionate. No, I love my dad. I just can't stand being sick, especially around Christmas. It gets in the way of everything I want to do. Grades are being posted tomorrow. I am gonna die. More later, on a better computer.