Excuse Me, Life... Mind if I Take Advantage of You?

Happy December ladies and gentlemen. =]

Okay, so in the last week I have spent several hours working on my schedule and stressing about registration. I've devoured countless calories in the last few days as a result of registration stress, and had a minor breakdown last night from the result of everything building up.

Today, at 6:40 PM, the LAST registration opening possible.... I got to sign up for classes. Three of which had filled up since hours before. With a little last minute switching, and absolutely NO math courses available, I have my schedule for next semester.

I literally stressed out more about this than I am about my exams. This isn't right. BUT, it'll never be this bad again, so that's fantastic optimism for you right there.

So... I pretty much got the Harry Potter class. I mean, it's no big deal or anything. It's not like a jumped up and down, or told everyone I know, or made it my Facebook status, or immediately called friends, or anything. It's just another class.

The only thing in my schedule I'm less than excited about is that I didn't get any of the classes I wanted with friends. Oh, and also the fact that since I couldn't get into a math class it will n have been two full years of no math by the time I get into one next year. So, that's a little scary.

(You know what? I ALWAYS spell schedule wrong. Does anyone else have this problem? Hmm...)

A few hours ago, a friend informed me that it was snowing at a pretty decent rate. This made me happy, to know that next time I look out the window there would be a brand new layer of glistening white snow. However, I haven't looked out the window yet. I want to get the full effect. You know, like when you're writing a paper and you purposely wait to double space it so it's that much more exciting when you do? Yes. This is my relationship with the snowfall right now. It will be well worth the wait. Although, not quite as beautiful as this. Let's visit there someday, you and I. It can be a road trip... via plane.

Break officially starts in two days for me. Then Alyson comes. Then fun ensues. Then fun is slightly tainted with a goodbye that I am definitely not looking forward to. Oh life, you toss me so.

(Disclaimer: This paragraph includes rather girly links that men would probably find boring. I apologize if this does not interest you, men.)

So, I've been formulating my Birthday/Christmas list in the last few days, and I keep going back to one website. An unmentionable website. I should not even have thoughts to shop here in my head. Yet I keep looking. Tempting myself with things like this (favorite) or this. No! For I should not even be glancing at things like such. I should not be tempted by you. Oh, Anthropologie. You certainly do a number on my level of contentment.

Alright, time to glance at the snowfall before I say goodnight to the moon.

Rad: Studying for exams aloud in a variation of accents.

Unrad: Being last to register. Hands down.