That may be all I need.

This is the first time since high school since I’ve felt as holiday-related out of the loop. People, it’s St. Patrick’s Day and I had no idea. Therefore, I’m in jeans, a pink tee, and a burgundy sweater. Argh. Not that it’s any big deal but heck, wacky things like St. Patty’s are my thing and I’m bummed that I completely missed it.

In other boring and unrelated news — school is fine, work is fine, etc. Spring break next week — woo! Actually got four days off from work so my mom, my sister and I are going to visit my aunt in San Francisco. We might swing by Davis and meet my brother’s veeery-serious girlfriend, too. I’m just looking forward to relaxing in non-insane Fresno weather (just decide already!), shopping!, and Cheesecake Factory before I get down and dirty about diet and exercise. I don’t want to be a humungous beast this summer and I think I’m found something that I can stick with (thank you, I admit, Glamour magazine).

I sound perky, eh? Just in the library waiting for a few more minutes before I meet Bryan to see a movie about some English king, as part of a series his Dramatic Lit teacher is doing. I’m always up for some funky British history. Spent the past half hour revising my speech outline. Our group goes tomorrow (topic: serial killers, my part: Ed Gein) and I haven’t really practiced aloud but my outline is hecka complete so I’ll get up early and make sure it will go smoothly before classes start. I’m completely non-plussed by my silly G.E. Comm class and don’t take it seriously at all. As long as I pass, I’m fine. The only way I won’t pass is not showing up. I can handle showing up; I just wish the professor wasn’t such a hypocritical know-it-all. Honestly, it’s partly my fault for waiting so long to take this lower-division G.E. class. At 22, I think I’m the oldest in the class. I can understand why the professor feels to spout off opinion and tell everyone, “I bet you’ve never thought about that before. You have to get outside that box they put you in in high school!” but I’m over it. Been there, done that, let’s just get on with pretending that it’s vitally important that we inform other people in the class about our topics and call it a day! (End rant.)

All right, time to walk to the music building. Wonder which king we’re dealing with tonight. Bye!