I Can't Think of An Entertaining Title For This Post Because My Brain Hurts

Really, I am just tired right now. Not physically, but mentally, I'm exhausted. Thursdays are killer for me this semester. My day isn't over until 5 o'clock, and then will come homework (thankfully I did mine in advance, so none for me today).

Just to let y'all in on my life now that I'm back at school, I'm taking three classes, one that includes a two-hour lab, and I'm Peer Mentoring a Foundations class, too. On top of that, I'm again working at the radio station, giving tours twice a week (and on some Saturdays), and hopefully writing for the Entre Nous (the yearbook).

[NOTE: All of those last three things involve me getting paid. Cha-ching!]

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are pretty static. Contemporary Math at 10:30, then JMC Writing and Editing at 11:45. I'll be in the radio station some on Wednesdays to record voicetracks, but nothing too stressful.

Tuesdays are fairly boring. 8:00 AM Fiction and Film class, then maybe Convo if it's Academic Lecture or Faith Development (the two categories I still need to fill up). After that is a tour at 11 (there won't always be a tour, but 11:00 is the popular time slot, so we'll probably have a tour 99% of the time). Then I'm done on Tuesdays (and some radio stuff will happen then, too, but again, not enough to stress about). Shiloh is that night, too, so I'm really happy it's on my easy day.

Thursdays are PACKED. It starts the same as Thursdays (minus any radio work), then I have until 1:45 to eat/change clothes (if I get really sweaty on the tour) before my Foundations class. As soon as that ends at 2:50, I head across campus to the JMC lab for my two hour lab at 3:00 (if you astute readers noticed, that means ten minutes to get across campus and get a snack from the food court if I forgot one from the room).

Wow. I don't even like talking about my Thursdays. At least I can sleep until 9:00 the next day.

So that's pretty much all the patience I have for blogging today. My head hurts.

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie

Lazy Days...Though Not By Choice

I'm not a bad blogger, I promise. It's just that nothing is going on in my life right now. The World Cup was the most interesting thing occupying my thoughts when I got back from Spain, but now that's over (Spain won! Viva Espana! I did a major happy dance...) and I'm back to boredom.

It kicked in a lot faster than I thought it would. I'm looking for any excuse to not go back to ths house because I know once I get back to the couch, I'm pretty much not getting up until many, many hours later...like around bedtime.

It's kind of nice to have a lot of flexibility, I guess, but I just want something to DO. My hope for a job at the radio station isn't going to pan out, and the people who want regular babysitters already have them. I'm working Praise Week right now, but that'll be over Friday (on a related note, I get to play a GPS named Carmen. All my mockery of my Garmin will finally be worth it!).

Urghhhhh.....

Anyway, some little things have happened lately. I got my final grades from Spain, and they're both A's! I still have my 4.0 GPA! Even though that's what I had all through high school, it's so much more satisfying to have that after a full year (plus a summer term) of college. Also, my church had a prelim meeting about our new college & career/singles group. It was a small, but good, group, and we had a lot of fun. I kind of hope we end up calling the group J-ello...I really like J-ello (both as a name and a food)

On that note, pudding is better than J-ello. I had the choice of which to make today, and I chose pudding. Of course, you can make pudding in five minutes. J-ello takes hours. I do not have that kind of patience.

All right, I'm getting weird due to tiredness. Later.

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie

The End of the Beginning

I woke this morning in my queen-sized, comfy bed at home, which was when I realized I'd never again wake up again in Vail 422, on my twin-size, industrial quality mattress, lofted high enough that it required a stepladder and made making my bed the biggest pain in the butt ever in the history of the universe.

I kind of miss it.

Actually, I think there a lot of things I'll miss about freshman year now that it's over. Things I occasionally griped about or didn't think of much, but things I now realize I'll be sad to have lost next year.

Vail is the main thing. Despite the 55 different room configurations, the odious amounts of steps, and the cramped showers, I'm definately going to miss being around 85% of the freshman female population almost 24/7. Next year I'll be in Evergreen, which is a lot of the sophomore girls, but it's not as many as Vail had, and there are some juniors and seniors there (maybe). It was nice to be able to go anywhere in the building and be able to find pretty much whoever you wanted to find. The guys hung out there, too, which made it even more fun. It will be weird next year when we have to go to a different building to find a lot of our friends (and some will be across campus in the Greek housing, a million miles away from Beeson Woods, where I'll live).

Freshman year is OVER. As soon as my scores become posted to my transcript, I'll be an official sophomore at Samford University. I completely understand the people who say college goes by too quickly. It really does.

Anyway, I'm home for a little while before leaving for Spain (exactly a week from now...eep!). This means sleeping until I deem it okay to wake up and eating at odd hours of the day (while unpacking all the junk from my dorm room and packing for five weeks in Madrid).

Freshman year, you were awesome, and you will be greatly missed. Sophomore year, here I come.

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie

New Toy

So I got to mess around on iMovie today for a CA project, and let me tell you, I LOVE it! It's my new toy.

It's so easy to use, and especially with the source material we were using, it was hysterical to make this video!

Just figured I'd pop over and post that here.

iMovie=LOVE

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie

*sigh*

Sometimes it's really hard for me to watch romantic comedies.

Just is.

That is all.

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie

Sometimes I Wonder...

...if I'm doing something incredibly, incredibly wrong.

...if I come across strangely.

...if I'm abnormal.

...if I rub people the wrong way.

...if I'll ever actually get to be in the positions I want to be in.

...if I'm just too quirky to be a leader.

...what the heck I'm supposed to be doing differently.

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie

Hello, Mr. Sunshine!

I'm sitting outside on an absolutely gorgeous day here in Birmingham.

Doing homework (and actually gettting some done).

Chilling with friends.

Enjoying the sunshine.

Life is good.

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie

Need You Now

It's almost 1 o'clock in the morning here.

I should be in bed.

I'm not.

Surprisingly, it's quiet on my hallway. Normally at this time of night it is quite loud. Tonight I think they're all at the Sigma Chi party, though.

There's something, some little something, floating around in my brain that I can't get out. There are people I want to talk to that won't answer their phones, but even if I got them on the phone I'm not sure how to articulate what's buzzing around in my head.

It's weird.

Maybe it's February. I'm not February's biggest fan. After Groundhog Day, there's not really much to look forward to at all concerning the month since I've never had a significant other/date for V-Day, I don't work for Hallmark or Whitman's, and I'm not in elementary school anymore.

Maybe it's because I don't have StepSing or Spring Rush (or both, like some of my friends) to participate in like 95% of my friends do. The other 5% are either studying their brains out for Anatomy and Organic Chem, helping out with the theatre department, or something else. And I'm kind of left floating around.

Or maybe I'm just in one of those moods. The ones where I'm confused as heck and can barely figure out which way is up and which is down. Where I have the attention span of a flea, so I can't even be productive and do homework. Where I'm calling someone five times hoping they'll pick up when I know they won't. Where I'm staying up until one in the morning writing poems that don't make sense but that I'm going to submit to the university literary magazine anyway.

The mood where I pretend I'm totally fine and sometimes convince myself, but I know that I'm craving something inside, and I don't even have the slightest idea what it is.

God, help me. Please.

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie

I think I'm in Love...

...with Quaker Oatmeal Squares cereal. I'm just sayin'...

Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.

~Jackie