Well, it's been a bit quite around here these past few days. Actually, it has been quite, and I promise it won't always be like this.
Yesterday was my first day of college. I had intro to philosophy, intro to collegiate studies (that's a class only offered at my campus), weather & climate, and then developmental math.
Intro to philosophy, the teacher was really quite and it was 8am so I was not awake. This is probably going to be my hardest class this semester.
Intro to Collegiate studies: A class offered at SHSU, it's like a class to learn how to succeed here at Sam. I'm really excited. It's a freshman only class.
Weather & Climate: I may hate science, but seriously, this is the class I'm most excited for. I love taking pictures of clouds and I want to go storm chasing at some point in my life. This class is going to be amazing.
Developmental math: Because the State of Texas is one big mess of messed up, I have to take a remideal math course before I can take the class that counts for anything. It's like high school algebra, which I guess is okay since it's been two years since I was in algebra (thank you block scheduling).
Tuesday was pretty crazy too. I met up with my friend, Andrew, from back home who I haven't seen in a few months (he moved early). So yesterday afternoon, my roommate Brooke, my friend Marci, Andrew and I all walked to his off campus house (it was probably two miles away from our dorm) to meet his little cat, Bear! (Our mascot is the Bearkat and our colors are orange and blue, so Andrew got an orange cat and named it Bear...get it?)
college today. 8 am class! Yesterday was so exhausting.
I promise, real post tomorrow!
my new bedroom is a work in progress
my thighs hate me because my campus is super hilly
I start classes in two days
all I have to eat is oreos and popcorn.
I'm sore beyond belief
I sweat the moment I walk outside of my dorm (the hallways are open to the outside)
I'm loving my new closet, not as big as the one at home, but it's super nice
Mom and Amy's chocolate chip cookies are my favorite food
my text books are.... somewhere
oh yeah, guess what, I finally moved. :)
Sometimes we forget it’s the little things that matter in life and forget how easy it can be to be happy. So we’re making an effort to ensure that doesn’t happen by listing the things we’re grateful for/appreciate from the previous week every Friday. And we’d love for you to join us!
Because I'm just too cool for ta-da
So obviously, if you actually read the blog.... You might have noticed something different. All of you RSS peoples, get over here and look!
My little sister is probably going to see this and ask why pink?
And Amy, BECAUSE IT MATCHES MY DORM ROOM!
Which there will be pictures of..... after I move in.
Apparently I'm the only one left in Flo Mo, which totally sucks. I made amends with an old friend from high school this week, and she was all "You haven't started classes?!"
Honey, I haven't even moved!
Forever stuck in Flo Mo.
So, in attempt to move on, I made a blog design that looks like my dorm stuff.
That isn't even all packed.
Less than three days to go and I'm nowhere close to being packed!
What are y'all doing this weekend?
1. What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?
I'd probably take a year off to finish editing my book and to get it published. That's basically my biggest dream in life. Kind of funny considering ten years ago, I wanted to be a rock star....
And I don't even listen to rock.
2. If you had only six months left to live, what would you do with the time?
3. If a front page news article was written on you, what would the headline be?
Friday we spent the day at the zoo. Here are some fun photos from our day!
Obviously I love myself some elephants.
Let me just say, I cannot even tell you how many questions I get about my blog title.. I'm pretty sure it surpasses the number of followers I have.
(Laura's comment. DUDE, WHY NOT?! Most addicting game ever.)
So, this past Saturday marked two weeks until move in day. And I finally got serious about packing.
I'll be honest, half of the reason I'm ready to move is so I have a floor in my room again. Last week, my mom said my room was booby-trapped. That's how bad it's gotten.
In fact, here's some shots from the corner of my room where I've shoved all my dorm stuff into.
See? It's gotten out of control. So, I finally decided I needed to start packing. As I write this post, I've got two bags done, and I don't even want to know how many more I'll have.
I've got clothes from my shopping day with Allie, t-shirts, pajamas, and that purple thing? A tennis skirt.
Oh, and of course there's shoes.
Saturday, I went shoe shopping with my siblings and my mom and I walked away the grand prize winner with two pairs of shoes.
So, if you thought my twitter feed or my facebook page were kind of quiet this past week, there's a reason why.
I was at camp.
A camp where I was lucky to get service.
You see, I went off to bearkat camp this week! It's basically spirit camp for college. It was a blast, but I'm happy to be home. Here's some photos from my week.
My roommates for the week, not sure what's up with Kayla's face.... :P
One of my biggest passions that I don't talk about is singing. I sang in the choir at church for four years. Saturday night was my last night singing as a cantor.
Cantoring is a fancy word for leading everyone at church in song. I've been a cantor as long as I've been in the choir. Before I was in the choir, I did the children's choir as long as I could remember. And I did the middle school choir.
As long as I can remember, I've been singing. I love driving by myself because I can turn the stereo up and just jam out to my Miranda Lambert.
Songs free me but capture me in the moment when I'm emotional. I love how songs can just pin exactly the way I feel.
Music is one of my biggest loves and it always be.
My deadline is to finish editing The Assassin by move-in day, or at least before I start classes four days later.
I'm on chapter five out of forty. I don't even want to do the math for how many chapters I need to do a day to finish.
But, I've noticed Cassie's voice lately as I edit.... once a week it seems like.
Between the draft that was read by Harper Collins and the draft after that, Cassie grew up a couple years. Originally, she was fourteen, but now she's sixteen, only two months shy of her seventeenth birthday.
Even though I was reculant to bump her age up for the longest time, I kind of like older Cassie. She's a little more experienced in what she does, and she's a bit of a smart ass. There's been several times while reading through this current draft where I burst out laughing at some of her inner thoughts.
Cassie is like one of my kids. Anyone who's written a book knows what I'm talking about. Cassie, while she may not be a real human being, she's completely real in my mind and in my heart.
Seeing her grow up, even if she's growing up slower than I am, is kind of exciting. She's shy around boys when she doesn't know what to do about them, but she's pretty fierce when it comes to people threatening her.
It's crazy to watch her get older, sassier, but seeing her grow up and watching people she cares about get hurt, that's the best part, seeing her grow as a person, despite what she does.
Cassie's just such an old soul because she has to be.
But I like her as an old soul.