Sanity, My Dear Friend, How I've Missed You

Hello all, I'm back and fully medicated so you can put the straitjacket away. Really, it's not necessary.

Wow, so I really don't know what that last post was. That's what stress does to me. Temporary insanity, most likely. Oh, how joyous.

Anyway, currently I am trying to plan out the rest of my life, which basically means I'm trying to decide what classes to take next semester. It is definitely not as fun as it sounds and it doesn't even sound that fun. Grr argh.

And naturally, a few of the ones I wanted to take are already full (or will be by the time I register). Sigh, such are the days of my life.

In good news, I actually got a single for next year so I'm really excited about that. After living with 6 other girls this semester, it'll be nice to have a little privacy and you know, cleanliness.

Just in case anyone is interested, in one month I will be back in the states, which is crazy to think about. And that also means that I've been away for over 3 months! That's like a quarter of a year! Golly gee, Mickey, what do you know? I can divide! At 20 years old, I have finally conquered fourth grade math. Now if only I could learn how to tie my bloody shoes . . .

Since my last reference to the posterior parts of certain people that shall remain nameless did not go over well with said persons, I will refrain from mentioning them again. Not that you wouldn't notice them just by looking at them. Kind of hard to miss really. I mean, do you stare into the blinding sun and not notice that this gigantic orb is right in front of your face? Do you look at a raisin and not notice the wrinkling skin? . . . What? Did I do it again? *snicker*

Well, I'm going to go be productive now. Wish me luck on my class registration. And if you want to say a rosary or two I'd certainly appreciate it. I need all the help (and no not mentally) that I can get!

Hugs and kisses (yes, I'm five).

And because I promised in my last post, here's Salvador Allende, President of Chile from November 1970 to September 11, 1973 when he mysteriously turned up dead after Pinochet's US-supported coup. Hmm, nice.



Here endeth the history lesson for the day.

4 Days Removed from the Visit of the 3 Magi who Brought Myrrh, Frankincense, and Gold or M&Ms, Chex Mix, and Granola Bars

After four days of recuperation, free from the constant whining and having to drag Mom's big butt every and Gramma's saggy one, I'm finally able to get back to the things that really matter, like posting my exploits on this lovely blog here. Visiting with the family? Pfft, why see them when I can just make fun of them here?

Did you see what I did there? That's called sarcasm! Go me!

All kidding aside, I had a great time with the fam! Larry and I bonded while walking down Oxford Street and Gramma and Mom bonded over their sore feet and their mutual feeling of being totally and completely overwhelmed. We saw all the sights: the Tower of London, St. Paul's Cathedral, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben,Parliament, Madame Tussaud's (the wax museum), Covent Garden (an outdoor market), and loads of other stuff. I have a bunch of pictures but I haven't uploaded them to my comp yet so there'll be in a later post.

Currently, I am trying to be productive, but obviously I'm failing miserably as evidenced by the fact that I'm writing this entry instead of doing work. Smell that? That's the sweet smell of procrastination, an odor I give off frequently and in abundance.

I'm also trying to figure out my schedule for next year which is about as exciting as it sounds and equally as frustrating.

I also realize that I still have to fill all you lovely people in about my Roman holiday, which was like 6 weeks ago. Yep, I'm totally on top of things. That too is on my list.

Sigh, on a rather disgusting note, there's been quite a significant amount of mucus building up inside my nostrils and at the back of my throat, which is rather annoying. I bet you all wanted to know that too. See? I'm just full of fascinating tidbits.

And if I'm writing about my nasal problems, it is a definite sign of me avoiding all productive means of utilizing my time.

To Uncle Wee Wee, the happy girl will not return today. Instead I present "The Sad Girl":



"The Sad Girl" is representative of, you guessed it, my sadness. Because now I have nothing to count down to and the only thing I have to look forward to is tons of papers to write and finals. And when that time comes around I will introduce you to the best stess-relieving remedy I know, which is singing Schoolhouse Rock songs at the top of my lungs. Seriously, you should try it sometime.

Today, you will also be introduced to "The Frustrated Girl" (which actually generated a lot of inappropriate results in my Google image search, who woulda thunk it?)



"The Frustrated Girl" is symbolic of, you guessed it, my frustration. My frustration at the aforementioned workload. And that shall be the end of my whining for the time being.

Promise:



Scout's honor:



I can tell no lie:



(That's a young George Washington and the cherry tree, just for clarification)

"I'm not a crook":



Yeah, I have no idea what that just was. I apologize. I'm going a little crazy. That's probably because I'm in London, right Mom and Gramma?

Until the next time, which I swear will be more coherent and contain less pictures of former U.S. Presidents, maybe I'll throw in a few Chilean ones, just for the heck of it.

Am I really posting this?

Why, yes, Gina, you really are. Just push that button right there . . .

It's positively CRACKTASTIC!!!

One More Day . . .

One more day left and then I don't have to listen to Gramma and Mom moan and complain about walking (god, forbid), crowds, and how London is just "insane."

Dad, Grumpa, take them back. It's your turn to watch them.

Counting down the minutes . . .