You learn a lot of things when you go to college. There is the lecture material, of course, and if you're lucky you learn some skills like making strong arguments and writing good papers. You learn your alcohol intake limit, you learn just how little sleep you can survive on, you learn how to play a LOT of video games. And you learn to procrastinate.
Boy oh boy, you learn to procrastinate.
They really try to teach you when you are younger not to put things off to the last minute, but all of that goes out the window when you get to college. You know what feels good? Getting your paper done well, with plenty of time before it's due. You know what feels better? Not doing your paper, and going to that party instead. Or if you're lame like me and don't even like parties, watching the world series is way better. Or writing in your blog. Or cleaning your room. Or doing the dishes. Or doing your laundry.
College students can become oddly productive in other areas when there is a looming assignment in question.
Procrastination is a hundred times worse in college than it was in high school for three main reasons:
1. No parents to yell at you
2. Harder classes with harder, longer assignments
3. About a hundred more distractions
I'm not a student that you have to worry about with this sort of thing; I start my papers pretty early (compared to most students in my classes), I get good grades. But some nights I will find any excuse to not get something done.
I have a Latin quiz tomorrow and it is going to be hard; I have been struggling with the material for the last two weeks. I have been dedicating time to it, I've talked to classmates, I have been to office hours with my professor, and I've made notecards. But now it is down to the final moments and I absolutely have to get it done.
But the World Series is on and all I want to do is watch baseball.
28 October 2010
27 October 2010
Dolly
Apparently when I was really young I used to love this Raggedy Ann doll, but to be honest, now I just find her sort of scary. I mean, she's all stitched together and she has these huge eyes that are staring at me, it just makes me really uncomfortable. She reminds me of Chucky, you know, from the movies. It's unsettling.
22 October 2010
Vitamin H
I miss my horses! This picture is the background on my iPad and I have been staring at it for days wishing I could just get on one of my boys. Biggie is at home in Richmond being leased for the fall, and Monty is in South Carolina until May, and I miss them!
I miss horse shows and getting up early and getting all dressed up and spending all day in the heat. I really want Monty to get some show experience; unfortunately it is ridiculously expensive and I don't have that sort of money. Also, ideally, it would just be me and Lauren going because it would save money if we didn't have to pay for coaching and trailering fees. I'm pretty confident that the two of us could safely do it on our own - so that's my dream. Even though they would just be local shows that is what I would love to be doing with him.
I think he's ready for that. He is far less crazy than he used to be and he is jumping really well these days!
I'm not sure where she got it but when I was little my mom called it Vitamin H. And I really need some more Vitamin H in my life, horses are a passion that get into your blood. There's nothing like a gallop across Calais field or seeing your horse's breath on a cold day. I was never a part of a real team sport growing up, not once I got passed middle school, but this is a different sort of team. A partnership unlike any other.
I'm staying in town this weekend to get work done, but next weekend I am going home. It's Halloween weekend and I have wanted to dress Biggie up like Bob because they look (and act) pretty similar: See? All I would need is a green sheet (and a way to keep his tail looking realllllly short) and I'd be good to go.
19 October 2010
I wish I was a princess.
Because I mean seriously, THIS is the life.
I took 30 pictures of my dog in the span of 2 minutes today, because I felt like playing with my camera and because she is so adorable curled up on my pink blanket with her little bone.
Claw! Claw! Antlers!
Something really weird has been happening to me this MLB postseason. I've felt it coming for a few days.
I'm becoming a Texas Rangers fan.
I love the Cubs. I will always love the Cubs. They will always be my number one team.
I don't know much about the Rangers; I follow CJ Wilson on twitter and one time he tweeted at me. At me, @junebugskippin, it made my life. I follow Michael Schlact because of his amazing positive attitude in dealing with his shoulder injury and recovery; he's an inspiration to me every single day. He actually sought me ought on Facebook and friend requested me. (HE requested ME.) That made my life all over again. He's in the Rangers minor leagues and it's on my life list to see him pitch in person.
Anyway, due to being close personal friends with these two awesome pitchers I had already been rooting for the Rangers to make the post season and started watching their games. When I made everyone make little brackets with me, I chose the Rangers to win the World Series this year. So especially in the post season, I have made a point to catch all of their games.
It is AMAZING the difference between watching them play and watching the Cubs play. The Rangers have this joy of the game, like they are just having a great time out there. I am sure part of that is because they are having an amazing season. But I don't think that's all of it. When you watch a Cubs game, this season especially, it's painful. It is disappointing to be a fan and I can't imagine how demoralizing it must be as a player, because we all know they're better than they were this year. They'd be great if they could just get it together. But 99% of the time it doesn't look like any fun whatsoever to be a Cub.
It looks like an absolute BLAST to be a Ranger. Seriously. Those guys are having the time of their lives. The claw and antlers thing they do get me every time, every single time. I don't know how that started but I'm such a fan of it. I do it right along with them every time.
And I'll have you know that I have never ONCE rooted against the Yankees, mostly because I've never seen the Cubs play them, but in this series I'm hoping they lose. That's saying something. They are my dad's favorite team and I grew up with a teddy bear from Yankee Stadium that is so well loved he barely has arms anymore. I knew who Andy Pettite was before I knew who Michael Jordan was. I got really offended when they started calling Andy Roddick "A-rod" in the tennis world. My point is - I grew up in a Yankee household. It's a big deal for me to root against them.
Dad criticizes my new choice because, as he says, "That's Dubya's team."
Well no, actually, it's Nolan Ryan's team now, right?
And at least it isn't the Red Sox, Dad, seriously.
I'm becoming a Texas Rangers fan.
I love the Cubs. I will always love the Cubs. They will always be my number one team.
I don't know much about the Rangers; I follow CJ Wilson on twitter and one time he tweeted at me. At me, @junebugskippin, it made my life. I follow Michael Schlact because of his amazing positive attitude in dealing with his shoulder injury and recovery; he's an inspiration to me every single day. He actually sought me ought on Facebook and friend requested me. (HE requested ME.) That made my life all over again. He's in the Rangers minor leagues and it's on my life list to see him pitch in person.
Anyway, due to being close personal friends with these two awesome pitchers I had already been rooting for the Rangers to make the post season and started watching their games. When I made everyone make little brackets with me, I chose the Rangers to win the World Series this year. So especially in the post season, I have made a point to catch all of their games.
It is AMAZING the difference between watching them play and watching the Cubs play. The Rangers have this joy of the game, like they are just having a great time out there. I am sure part of that is because they are having an amazing season. But I don't think that's all of it. When you watch a Cubs game, this season especially, it's painful. It is disappointing to be a fan and I can't imagine how demoralizing it must be as a player, because we all know they're better than they were this year. They'd be great if they could just get it together. But 99% of the time it doesn't look like any fun whatsoever to be a Cub.
It looks like an absolute BLAST to be a Ranger. Seriously. Those guys are having the time of their lives. The claw and antlers thing they do get me every time, every single time. I don't know how that started but I'm such a fan of it. I do it right along with them every time.
And I'll have you know that I have never ONCE rooted against the Yankees, mostly because I've never seen the Cubs play them, but in this series I'm hoping they lose. That's saying something. They are my dad's favorite team and I grew up with a teddy bear from Yankee Stadium that is so well loved he barely has arms anymore. I knew who Andy Pettite was before I knew who Michael Jordan was. I got really offended when they started calling Andy Roddick "A-rod" in the tennis world. My point is - I grew up in a Yankee household. It's a big deal for me to root against them.
Dad criticizes my new choice because, as he says, "That's Dubya's team."
Well no, actually, it's Nolan Ryan's team now, right?
And at least it isn't the Red Sox, Dad, seriously.
12 October 2010
Theft promotes theft
This post I got from Tricia, who got it from other people, so really, we'll just consider it post viral at this point.
Places I've lived:
1. Brandermill - house #1
This was a cute little condo, two bedrooms, one that I shared with my brother. I don't remember much about it - we moved when I was in kindergarten, but the staircase had a landing and I liked that.
2. Brandermill - house #2
I spent most of my childhood in this one floor house. It was not constructed for having guests over so I hated bringing people over to my house - my room was TINY but there was nowhere else where we could go to have fun in the house that wasn't under parental supervision at all times. I hated that house, I never invited anyone over. Back in the day the cool thing to do was have slumber parties - I never got to have one because we had nowhere to sleep. Can you tell I'm bitter?
3. Powhatan
We moved to Powhatan at the end of my sophomore year of high school - my parents live in that house now. I love the big back yard and the house is PERFECT for entertaining guests, we've had more parties since we've moved there than in the 16 years in the other houses combined. My mom hates this house because it isn't well built and it isn't very fancy but I think it is very nice. I love having my own bathroom.
4. Santoro 214
My freshman year of college I lived in a triple with a friend from high school and a girl from Colorado. The dorms on CNU campus are huge so that was fine - there was really plenty of space most of the time. We had friends over constantly and I miss the social life of there always being someone in the hall who wanted to hang out. Mario Parties and Karaoke - that's what life in Santoro was about.
5. Barclay 46
My first apartment - love love love. Sadly they are tearing it down soon to make way for more modern things on campus, I'm guessing just more apartments. I had a private bedroom and lived with two friends, it had so much space. I loved reading at the kitchen table and having my own room but still living with friends. I hope that when I graduate I can find an apartment that I love as much as that little one.
6. Main Hall 415
Think about a really old residence hall in Bristol, VA - at the top of a huge hill, on the top floor of the building that didn't have an elevator. Then imagine parking at the bottom of that hill and carrying your groceries up all said hill and then all those stairs, and you will get an idea of how much I "enjoyed" living there.
After that I spent a few more years back in Powhatan.
7. Brandon Rd, Newport News
Right now I live with my grandmother in the house that my mom grew up in. I love this house, and I would live here forever if I could, but I'd rather be in Richmond permanently so I doubt that I will stay after I graduate.
There's a pointless post for you - it's what you get when I don't have anything to say, but don't want to study.
Places I've lived:
1. Brandermill - house #1
This was a cute little condo, two bedrooms, one that I shared with my brother. I don't remember much about it - we moved when I was in kindergarten, but the staircase had a landing and I liked that.
2. Brandermill - house #2
I spent most of my childhood in this one floor house. It was not constructed for having guests over so I hated bringing people over to my house - my room was TINY but there was nowhere else where we could go to have fun in the house that wasn't under parental supervision at all times. I hated that house, I never invited anyone over. Back in the day the cool thing to do was have slumber parties - I never got to have one because we had nowhere to sleep. Can you tell I'm bitter?
3. Powhatan
We moved to Powhatan at the end of my sophomore year of high school - my parents live in that house now. I love the big back yard and the house is PERFECT for entertaining guests, we've had more parties since we've moved there than in the 16 years in the other houses combined. My mom hates this house because it isn't well built and it isn't very fancy but I think it is very nice. I love having my own bathroom.
4. Santoro 214
My freshman year of college I lived in a triple with a friend from high school and a girl from Colorado. The dorms on CNU campus are huge so that was fine - there was really plenty of space most of the time. We had friends over constantly and I miss the social life of there always being someone in the hall who wanted to hang out. Mario Parties and Karaoke - that's what life in Santoro was about.
5. Barclay 46
My first apartment - love love love. Sadly they are tearing it down soon to make way for more modern things on campus, I'm guessing just more apartments. I had a private bedroom and lived with two friends, it had so much space. I loved reading at the kitchen table and having my own room but still living with friends. I hope that when I graduate I can find an apartment that I love as much as that little one.
6. Main Hall 415
Think about a really old residence hall in Bristol, VA - at the top of a huge hill, on the top floor of the building that didn't have an elevator. Then imagine parking at the bottom of that hill and carrying your groceries up all said hill and then all those stairs, and you will get an idea of how much I "enjoyed" living there.
After that I spent a few more years back in Powhatan.
7. Brandon Rd, Newport News
Right now I live with my grandmother in the house that my mom grew up in. I love this house, and I would live here forever if I could, but I'd rather be in Richmond permanently so I doubt that I will stay after I graduate.
There's a pointless post for you - it's what you get when I don't have anything to say, but don't want to study.
Storytime
When I was in college - the first time around - one of my roommates freshman year was a girl named Sharon; she had this awesome ability to turn any single word into a great story about her life. We used to take turns just saying random words back and forth until she jumped in with a story. We called this storytime and it was a great activity that the 3 of us (we were in a triple) would play before bed. Anyway, one of my personal favorites went something like this:
Libby: Banana!
Danielle: Monkey!
Libby: Tiger!
Sharon: OH! I have a story about a tiger! One time we were at the zoo, and my dad's hat fell off into the giraffe exhibit.
I've just realized that I've become some weird(er) version of this game because I can take anything (like, say, bumper cars) and turn it into a reference or story about my boyfriend. I should probably be kinder to people who drive me crazy by talking about nothing but their wedding or kids or whatever, sometimes I just want to smack people and remind them that there is more to life, but I guess I am guilty of it too.
Things I talk about on this blog:
David
College
Baseball
That's pretty much it. I'm going to try to start blogging about something that does not fit into one of those 3 categories at least once a week, or at least something that only loosely fits into one of those categories. It's a good goal but I'm not sure if I will be able to stick to it; to be honest, it will probably last about two weeks. But whatever, goals are fun, and I have a lot of free time these days.
Libby: Banana!
Danielle: Monkey!
Libby: Tiger!
Sharon: OH! I have a story about a tiger! One time we were at the zoo, and my dad's hat fell off into the giraffe exhibit.
I've just realized that I've become some weird(er) version of this game because I can take anything (like, say, bumper cars) and turn it into a reference or story about my boyfriend. I should probably be kinder to people who drive me crazy by talking about nothing but their wedding or kids or whatever, sometimes I just want to smack people and remind them that there is more to life, but I guess I am guilty of it too.
Things I talk about on this blog:
David
College
Baseball
That's pretty much it. I'm going to try to start blogging about something that does not fit into one of those 3 categories at least once a week, or at least something that only loosely fits into one of those categories. It's a good goal but I'm not sure if I will be able to stick to it; to be honest, it will probably last about two weeks. But whatever, goals are fun, and I have a lot of free time these days.
11 October 2010
Bumper Cars
Two years ago tonight, David and I had our first date together. We met at a sports bar and watched the baseball postseason, I think it was the Rays game, and there was a lot of beer and fried food involved. It was the best first date I have ever been on.
In honor of this fact I'd just like to talk a little bit to mention our relationship dynamic; aside from the fact that he can always make me smile - even (especially) when I don't want to, I know that I can come to him with any concerns I have about the future (or the present, or the past, because let's face it - I have a lot of concerns!)
Here is a brief example of what I am talking about - some of our conversation from our IM chat tonight. I was watching an episode of Monk, the one from the first season where he and Sharona and Benjy visit the carnival.
Libby: I need to make a bargain with you
David: Okay - what kind?
Libby: When we have a family and we have kids and we take them to a theme park, I will take them on the roller coasters and YOU can take them on the bumper cars
Libby: Because I refuse to be a part of any ride where children experience joy from breaking traffic laws
David: Hahahaha
David: Yeah, I can do that
You see? He has long since accepted the fact that A) I'm crazy and B) I am especially crazy about traffic laws and C) There are some acitivities I absolutely refuse to participate in, such as bumper cars.
That's not to say that I won't try new things - someday you should ask him about the time I went in Go Karts for him. That was still pretty early in our relationship and I still remember my dad saying, when he found out where we were going, "Wow you must be really serious about him" - because let's face it, that is so not my thing.
Our actual 2 year anniversary - when we decided to become exclusive and serious and all that - is two weeks from tonight, and unfortunately since I am away at school we are unable to spend tonight or October 25 together - thankfully, though, I think we're gonna have a whole lot more of them to share with each other.
In honor of this fact I'd just like to talk a little bit to mention our relationship dynamic; aside from the fact that he can always make me smile - even (especially) when I don't want to, I know that I can come to him with any concerns I have about the future (or the present, or the past, because let's face it - I have a lot of concerns!)
Here is a brief example of what I am talking about - some of our conversation from our IM chat tonight. I was watching an episode of Monk, the one from the first season where he and Sharona and Benjy visit the carnival.
Libby: I need to make a bargain with you
David: Okay - what kind?
Libby: When we have a family and we have kids and we take them to a theme park, I will take them on the roller coasters and YOU can take them on the bumper cars
Libby: Because I refuse to be a part of any ride where children experience joy from breaking traffic laws
David: Hahahaha
David: Yeah, I can do that
You see? He has long since accepted the fact that A) I'm crazy and B) I am especially crazy about traffic laws and C) There are some acitivities I absolutely refuse to participate in, such as bumper cars.
That's not to say that I won't try new things - someday you should ask him about the time I went in Go Karts for him. That was still pretty early in our relationship and I still remember my dad saying, when he found out where we were going, "Wow you must be really serious about him" - because let's face it, that is so not my thing.
Our actual 2 year anniversary - when we decided to become exclusive and serious and all that - is two weeks from tonight, and unfortunately since I am away at school we are unable to spend tonight or October 25 together - thankfully, though, I think we're gonna have a whole lot more of them to share with each other.
06 October 2010
The perfect game.
Today was a good day - busy, but good. After class I got some homework done and then had to go shopping at Target to get art supplies and other things for a group project. You never really expect to have to buy markers and poster board as a college student, but there you have it. I think our presentation next week is gonna go pretty well! We worked on it for a few hours tonight and it was really relaxing.
Classes went well today, too. Lots of homework for Latin but I got quite a bit done in the library before our group meeting.
And I got back my test grade from my history 357 midterm. I was really nervous about this - it was definitely the hardest of the tests I have taken so far this semester, and when I got my grade back I really had to fight back tears.
A perfect 100%.
I don't really know if I can put in words how much that one grade means to me, because not only because I worked so hard studying and I just like to get As, but because my entire college career up until now has been a failure. Not in the sense that I have gotten bad grades, but every "life plan" I have ever made for myself has crumbled and I have been crushed time and time again as I realize that something isn't going to work out. It's so very hard not knowing what you want to do with your life - or even what to major in - when you're almost 25 and all of your friends have graduated and moved on to real careers.
So with this I was sort of bracing myself. I love what I am doing right now - history and classical studies, this is amazing. But it all has seemed too good to be true and I've just been waiting for it to fall apart. Why wouldn't it, when that is all college has ever been for me? I try so hard to be optimistic but I'm tired of the pain that follows that sort of disappointment.
But this grade - this proves that I can do this. My first test in my first upper level history class - 3 full essays and some identifications on top of that - and I get completely full credit. I can't explain how much this means to me. I really think I am going to get the little blue book framed and hang it on my wall so that I can always see it - so that it'll always inspire me and keep me going.
I think my mood is pretty on par with Roy Halladay's tonight - he just threw a no hitter in the post season, something that has only happened one other time in the history of baseball.
This test is my perfect game.
Classes went well today, too. Lots of homework for Latin but I got quite a bit done in the library before our group meeting.
And I got back my test grade from my history 357 midterm. I was really nervous about this - it was definitely the hardest of the tests I have taken so far this semester, and when I got my grade back I really had to fight back tears.
A perfect 100%.
I don't really know if I can put in words how much that one grade means to me, because not only because I worked so hard studying and I just like to get As, but because my entire college career up until now has been a failure. Not in the sense that I have gotten bad grades, but every "life plan" I have ever made for myself has crumbled and I have been crushed time and time again as I realize that something isn't going to work out. It's so very hard not knowing what you want to do with your life - or even what to major in - when you're almost 25 and all of your friends have graduated and moved on to real careers.
So with this I was sort of bracing myself. I love what I am doing right now - history and classical studies, this is amazing. But it all has seemed too good to be true and I've just been waiting for it to fall apart. Why wouldn't it, when that is all college has ever been for me? I try so hard to be optimistic but I'm tired of the pain that follows that sort of disappointment.
But this grade - this proves that I can do this. My first test in my first upper level history class - 3 full essays and some identifications on top of that - and I get completely full credit. I can't explain how much this means to me. I really think I am going to get the little blue book framed and hang it on my wall so that I can always see it - so that it'll always inspire me and keep me going.
I think my mood is pretty on par with Roy Halladay's tonight - he just threw a no hitter in the post season, something that has only happened one other time in the history of baseball.
This test is my perfect game.
03 October 2010
Weekend Fun
Dave came to see me this weekend and we went to lunch with my cousin, Chris and his new wife Grete - I love them! And it was great to spend time with them. Bob and Meemaw also joined us. We went to the Jamestown Pie Company and I had a really excellent salad.
Then after lunch David and I walked around at the Lions' Bridge, which is one of my favorite places in the world, and took some pictures.
Did I mention that Phoebe has moved to Newport News with me? This makes me so happy. So does her HOT PINK leash.
Forgive the low quality of the picture, it was taken with my iPhone, because the batteries in my new camera are dead and I haven't bought more yet.
Things I also need to buy:
Treats for Phoebe
Colorful pens for color coding notecards
Various items like deodorant and toothpaste
GROCERIES.
My choices for dinner tonight were frozen pizza, ice cream, or a questionable sandwich. I've done nothing but gain weight since the semester started because I feel like there is only ever junk food in the house; I also don't have a measuring cup for dog food so Phoebe has been gaining weight like crazy too because I've been eyeballing what 1/2 cup looks like. It doesn't help that I am going out for dinner with Brittany once a week and we nearly always choose Mexican food. Also contributing to my weight gain is the amount of time I spend sitting at my desk or lying in bed with a text book.
The two of us - me & Pheebs - are going to start going for runs around the neighborhood if it ever stops raining, which doesn't look likely for this week, but all of my athletic clothes are in Powhatan anyway, so I guess our exercise routine doesn't begin until next week. That is good because it gives me time to mentally prepare.
Two blog updates in one night has given me a lovely break from studying for my Latin test but I really need to get back to it and get some sleep!
Then after lunch David and I walked around at the Lions' Bridge, which is one of my favorite places in the world, and took some pictures.
Did I mention that Phoebe has moved to Newport News with me? This makes me so happy. So does her HOT PINK leash.
Forgive the low quality of the picture, it was taken with my iPhone, because the batteries in my new camera are dead and I haven't bought more yet.
Things I also need to buy:
Treats for Phoebe
Colorful pens for color coding notecards
Various items like deodorant and toothpaste
GROCERIES.
My choices for dinner tonight were frozen pizza, ice cream, or a questionable sandwich. I've done nothing but gain weight since the semester started because I feel like there is only ever junk food in the house; I also don't have a measuring cup for dog food so Phoebe has been gaining weight like crazy too because I've been eyeballing what 1/2 cup looks like. It doesn't help that I am going out for dinner with Brittany once a week and we nearly always choose Mexican food. Also contributing to my weight gain is the amount of time I spend sitting at my desk or lying in bed with a text book.
The two of us - me & Pheebs - are going to start going for runs around the neighborhood if it ever stops raining, which doesn't look likely for this week, but all of my athletic clothes are in Powhatan anyway, so I guess our exercise routine doesn't begin until next week. That is good because it gives me time to mentally prepare.
Two blog updates in one night has given me a lovely break from studying for my Latin test but I really need to get back to it and get some sleep!
Yes I am alive
I'm alive, I promise! I posted last week briefly ("briefly") about all the studying I was doing. Thankfully my 50 minute test was spread over two days - my professor had a fit of benevolence I guess. I have a Latin test tomorrow that I have been studying for, and in two weeks I have my Classical Studies midterm, which I am not prepared for because I have developed a lovely habit of skipping that class. I didn't go last Thursday because of a monsoon - we got over 6 inches of rain in one day - and the roads were flooded and there was just no way I was driving anywhere.
I'm hoping to get grades back from the various tests I have taken soon, I did get a 50/50 on my Latin quiz last week which was lovely. When the tests are entirely essay questions it takes a long time to grade them which is not good for my anxiety; I stress over a test even after I've taken it, until I get the grade back, so I am really just ready to know how everything went.
Once again it is time for 5 QuestionFriday Sunday Night! Yay.
As always the questions are from Tricia.
1. Did you have a pen pal when you were little (or now)? Where are/were they from?
I actually never did have a penpal that I can remember, which is sad, because it is the sort of thing I would have enjoyed. Have you ever seen the movie "Mary & Max"? A penpal could be one of your very best friends. Although in the age of technology I guess they are more rare. The closest I have ever come is with my good friend Sophie - anyone who grew up loving horses probably played the game Horseland when they were little, and I met Sophie years and years ago when we were both playing. We have stayed friends ever since and she is one of my very best friends in the world - I've never met her in real life!
2. If you could have a different job for one day, what would it be?
I'd love to be a glamorous actress - my childhood dream. I wouldn't want to deal with the paparazzi but I sure would love all of the attention.
3. Do you remember your biggest fear from when you were little?
That my house would go up in flames and I wouldn't be able to save all of my stuffed animals. Yeah - I was a weird kid.
4. What do you think is a waste of time? Why?
I'd like to be able answer, "worrying," because I know stressing about something doesn't change things one way or another; but I think it would be far too hypocritical for me to say that. So I think I will go with watching a tennis match. I'm sorry. I just can't do it.
5. What is the oldest item you have in your closet?
In my closet here in Newport News, I couldn't even tell you how old some of the stuff is, but none of it is mine, so that doesn't really count. At home - I definitely have all of my high school prom dresses and homecoming dresses.
I'm hoping to get grades back from the various tests I have taken soon, I did get a 50/50 on my Latin quiz last week which was lovely. When the tests are entirely essay questions it takes a long time to grade them which is not good for my anxiety; I stress over a test even after I've taken it, until I get the grade back, so I am really just ready to know how everything went.
Once again it is time for 5 Question
As always the questions are from Tricia.
1. Did you have a pen pal when you were little (or now)? Where are/were they from?
I actually never did have a penpal that I can remember, which is sad, because it is the sort of thing I would have enjoyed. Have you ever seen the movie "Mary & Max"? A penpal could be one of your very best friends. Although in the age of technology I guess they are more rare. The closest I have ever come is with my good friend Sophie - anyone who grew up loving horses probably played the game Horseland when they were little, and I met Sophie years and years ago when we were both playing. We have stayed friends ever since and she is one of my very best friends in the world - I've never met her in real life!
2. If you could have a different job for one day, what would it be?
I'd love to be a glamorous actress - my childhood dream. I wouldn't want to deal with the paparazzi but I sure would love all of the attention.
3. Do you remember your biggest fear from when you were little?
That my house would go up in flames and I wouldn't be able to save all of my stuffed animals. Yeah - I was a weird kid.
4. What do you think is a waste of time? Why?
I'd like to be able answer, "worrying," because I know stressing about something doesn't change things one way or another; but I think it would be far too hypocritical for me to say that. So I think I will go with watching a tennis match. I'm sorry. I just can't do it.
5. What is the oldest item you have in your closet?
In my closet here in Newport News, I couldn't even tell you how old some of the stuff is, but none of it is mine, so that doesn't really count. At home - I definitely have all of my high school prom dresses and homecoming dresses.
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