Hi. I… loved the Oscar’s last night. It was also my cute brother-in-law’s birthday. He’s fantastic. The noms were good and the company was even better. I had about a billion-and-one-thoughts throughout – not all appropriate – and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to re-watch it and possssibly live-blog it. I’m gonna be THAT guy. Sorry about it. I just… have a lot of feelings. (Mean Girls reference. Had to be done.)
This week is homework central. I mean, I literally sat down on Sunday and made a calendar and daily schedule-map-thing. It didn’t feel so much like time management as it did war strategy. Just trying to soldier on over here. I haven’t been this over-worked since the Battle of Bull Run. FOR REAL.
I’ve been in the library from 10:00 this morning, and I fully anticipate being here until at least 5. My view right now feels like a metaphor for this week, and it looks like this:
(And it smells deliciously like old books. Mmm.)
So. Here are the things that look the light at the end of the tunnel this week:
Thursday I get to do hair and makeup for the Miss Teen Extraordinaire Pageant again. I went with my Aunt Sheral last year and absolutely LOVED it. Special needs pageants are the best kind of pageants.
Thursday NIGHT, there will quite possibly be a chilly-hike-adventure-jaunt to some hot springs with some of my favorite friends.
Friday, it’s Smart Girls Book Club. I get to talk literature with my beautiful friends in a cute cafe in Salt Lake. It’s always a highlight. And always hilarious. This month’s book is Gatsby.
Friday also marks a day of freedom – SPRING BREAK BABY! I should probably figure out a game plan for that glittering week of free time. But in my defense, Utah should also stop snowing every .74 seconds.
So in closing – because I’m woefully close to getting off-schedule by posting this – enjoy this quote. I know I do. Good words are good for the soul.
“He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald-