KJDHKASJDBKASDUREWIHJFKLVB!!!!!

That's about all I feel and all I think right now.

To drop or not to drop, zis is ze question!

I am currently trying to decide if it is in my best interest to drop my 5 hour French class and pick up a stats class instead (pre-med pre-req). If I do get into A&M I will have no need for any language credits whatsoever, so it is sounding better and better to get outta this terrible class and into something that really matters. However, I am nervous that I won't have enough transferrable credits if I do this... I need 24. And while I have 37 hours for these two semesters minus AP, some of them probably won't transfer because they are honors classes, seminars, or my Experiencing Music class. And because I am an out of state transfer, there is no handy dandy transfer credit sheet to tell me what I will end up with. Hopefully my buddy Jason from the Admissions department will figure something out for me soon, in order to drop and enroll in a timely matter. Glory.

A little bit of humor for your day, or at least a laugh at my silliness:

After waking up at 6am (thanks inner alarm clock) I stayed in bed until 8:30 when my REAL alarm clock woke up. Got ready and headed to French where I think I might like my professor, although she speaks really fast and really-not-in-English. So 10:20 rolls around and I head over to my chemistry lecture which starts at 10:30.

I sit down and see my last semester professor. Odd, not who the schedule says. I look at the syllabus being passed before me. Odd, it says Chem 1315. I'm taking 1415 this semester. So, I look at the color-coded schedule note cards I made to check and make sure I am in the right lecture hall. And I am. And now I am confused.

You see, national holidays create a little confusion for me. Here I am, all geared up for my first day of school, ready to go to all my MONDAY classes. Too bad it is Tuesday, and I am a dolt. Yes, I was in the right lecture hall at the right time, but not the right day! Luckily, my next real Tuesday class is at 11:30 so I didn't miss anything.

Here's a picture of what I would rather be doing: sleeping under the covers with Mildred!

The news.
Last semester was pretty rough for me. In many ways. And I just felt like OU was not my fit. I'll be honest, anytime I left here I dreaded coming back. I really don't want my college experience to be one like last semester, because those aren't the glory days I always hear about. So. For the last few months I've had lots of thoughts running around in my head but have been too scared/nervous/anxious to tell anyone about them. But thanks to my wonderful sister (and I really mean that) I kind of put things into perspective and evaluated my situation.
College isn't about being lonely and unhappy. After lots of thinking and praying and talking I have decided to apply for transfer from OU. If you know me at all, you know I'm a big planner and won't really do anything on a whim, so this has been a long time thought out. I have applied to Texas A&M for next fall, and depending on my acceptance and a few other factors here I will hopefully be going there next year. This is where I knew I wanted to go in the first place, but some feelings and ideas in my head made me choose otherwise. But I know this is where I want, and have always wanted to go. I know suspicions might be raised in regards to many things, but honestly, those who know me know that I wouldn't go somewhere I was called, and definitely wouldn't go for the wrong reasons.
I'm so thankful for my family who have been there for two hour phonecalls trying to figure things out. And for my friends here, especially Maggie, who is so supportive and made my time here so much better than it would have been without her.
So there's the 'big news'. Maybe not as exciting or what you might've thought. But I finally feel like things might be getting a little back to normal for me, which is a big "yuh".

In other words, classes start again tomorrow and I am actually excited to get back in the swing of things. Hope everyone had a meaningful and relaxing MLK Day!

So from about December 23 to January 15th, I was without a 'smartphone'. Feast your eyes on this bundle of technological joy!
My iPhone was sitting on my bed where I always put it to charge it, when the big oaf Gus came and jumped on my bed knocking my phone face down on the hardwood floor. I picked it up and was relieved because no cracks in the screen could be felt. Unfortunately, a quick click of the home screen revealed a white screen of death. A shattered LCD chip. A useless phone. Fast forward to the last month and I have been using my 4 year old go phone. I could call, I could text with a bit of trouble, but nothing else. No camera, internet, facebook application (God forbid!). But over the period I got to use this phone, I really enjoyed it. I wasn't constantly checking my phone or looking at facebook. I was truly invested in the then and now, and it was nice. I held out as long as I could from deciding to buy a new iPhone. For a while I thought I wasn't going to buy one because I was really enjoying the simplicity of being "unattached". But last night I caved and got a new phone before I left for Norman. I kind of wish that I was strong enough to keep my trusty old go phone, but in school my phone isn't just a phone, but my information source, iPod, map, and email. I gave in, and I am not proud of it.

Thank goodness for my iPhone though, because I stupidly left my MacBook charger at home, so I will definitely need to be decreasing my computer usage until Friday or so. Back into simplicity, I suppose!

So. I did something (drastic?) today. OK, maybe not drastic, but it's a pretty big deal for me. Thing is, I can't tell you what that might be yet. I feel I should tell the real world (the people it's going to, in a round about way, affect) before I let you bloggers know. I know, I know: pins and needles. Actually, you probably don't really find me that intriguing to really have that much interest in this. But don't you worry you half-hearted blog readers... I will definitely let you know what it is by Monday. For sure Monday. Must tell Monday. Ick, I hate having situations on my hands. This really doesn't have much to do with anyone but myself, but I know it will have to change a couple people's plans for next year.

It is finished, submitted, and now I wait. And no, I didn't join the Peace Corp.

In other news, I received my road bike yesterday and I must say, it's pretty stinkin' fly. Holla.

I'm super excited about something in the mail coming soon... none other than my first road bike! My little ol' Schwinn I got for Christmas quite a few years ago has reached it's end. So what better time to keep up with my granola abilities and get my road bike! (Please, don't make fun of me...!) I can't wait for it to get here!

My cat Mildred (Millie) has never been the lap cat I have always wanted her to be. Until this weekend. Anytime I sit down she runs and curls up in my lap. She has found her voice and squeaks and purrs constantly! Every night she has come in my room and curled up right beside me. In the past, if she would even sleep with me, it was down at my feet. Earlier today I came into my room and Milz was sitting on my bed, I laid down, and she came and burrowed under the covers (literally). I had to get up, and left her with just her head poking out from under the covers. I came back a while later and didn't see her. I start lifting up my blanket and find her curled in a ball at the foot of my bed. Mildred likes to camp out in the dark, apparently. Anyway, she's adorable and I felt the need to devote a post to this glorious animal that is laying next to me as I type. Let's hope she stays nice and sweet once Emily's hellions get her on Wednesday. I will post a picture of Millie's cat cave when I load the pictures.

My dad's a funny guy. For the past week, every day I talk to either him or my mom on the phone I remind him to bring a suitcase because I don't have one here.

Well, it's 9:00AM, and my dad and I are headed to Target..... buying a plastic storage container..... because he forgot a suitcase. :)

It's kind of just now hitting me that I am going home [IN APPROXIMATELY 60 HOURS]. I am really very excited about this because a) I love all things Christmas: my mom's decorations, the desserts, candlelight services, I'll say it.... presents, and just the whole atmosphere of the season! AND b) this is the first break/weekend/MONTH that I will not be worrying about projects, papers, reading, ANYTHING. All the caps are expressing the complete AWESOMENESS of this. I feel like the two times I have been home this semester have been whirlwind weekends where I feel like I barely got to enjoy my time home. But this break, I get an entire month (plus a few days) home with my family and friends. I cannot wait to sit by the fire with my Goose and Mildred and Penny and drink hot chocolate and watch Family Vacation for probably the 17th time. These thoughts are getting me through finals week... or more distracting me from my studies!

Wish me luck and say a little prayer for me on Monday and Tuesday.... especially Tuesday at 7:30 when my French final begins!