Just life.

So, a normal update (finally) methinks.

Not in a philosophizing mood (thank goodness because if there's optimistic philosophizing, I haven't figured it out), nor a particularly hopeless or angry mood (suppose everyone has their limits for negative emotions).

Currently I am bewildered at a professor who canceled the class before midterm, promising a video review for the midterm "later in the weekend" and yet so far has provided nothing. So I'm studying blind. This test could be anywhere from 1-3 hours, in any format covering any selection of information from class or the text. Oh and she hasn't posted the power-point from the last class and my notes are patchy because she FLIES through them. FLIES. Magically they whiz by. They all but blur as she clicks through them.

I should be petrified. Or studying like a mad woman. I am neither. I am simply amused. And far too unconcerned for my own good. The whole class is a bit (and by a bit I mean a lot) unorganized, with an often missing TA and a professor who, truly no offense meant, deserves to retire and enjoy her own academic interests. She is undeniably the frailest, tiniest, skinniest woman I have encountered in my 22 years of life. her voice is soft and she seems to put every bit of energy into making it through one 3 hour course. Of course she is a bit older than most professors, I wouldn't be so disrespectful so say ancient, but I do believe she has been alive enough years to be approaching or past retirement age.

This is no judgment but I can't help but wonder if it mayhaps is one factor in the course being so very disorganized. Ah well.

In other news, every now and again I look around and think, gosh I do have a nice living space. Most students are renting tiny apartments or rooms. Even before I was planning on Chris, roommates were out of the question for me. I suppose I am rather spoiled. I do like the space and independent living. This may be a problem as I would like more space and nicer things. I fear I may have expensive tastes.

Last night I was looking at real estate sites for this area. I always get dreamy at the insanely low prices of houses around here. my father also commented at how easily one could become a home owner here, and from the pictures, the houses (inside and outside) are lovely. Ah how i dream of being a home owner.

I would love to stay here if possible. I don't think that will be possible though. The thought of just applying to jobs anywhere and everywhere as I please is also exciting though. I mean, if I could just apply to the very best selection of job without worrying about where they are I could probably get a better job than if I am picky about location. So maybe it's a win-win. If I stay around here, it's good living, if I go elsewhere, it's an adventure.

I think I've lost track of the weeks, but I believe we are embarking on...week seven? I had hoped it was week eight. Alas.

In other news, I joined a rather stagnant meet-up group for photography/modeling. Seeing nothing going on, I posted an idea for a casual, low key fun shoot.

And people flew out of the woodwork. Suddenly I had ten photographers RSVP to the event, and people scouting locations and saying things like wow, there's hasn't been this much activity here in forever.

I can only conclude I am magical. However, ten photographs and one model is the makings of a mess. So then I had to start recruiting more models. Unfortunately they have not crawled out of the woodwork. Thus far I have... one. And the organizer of this entire group has let me to sort this out myself. Meaning I am in charge.

I really do love biting off more than I can chew, getting myself in over my head and plunging into to things I have no idea about. That's not sarcasm. I do need a bit of excitement in my life, even if it's in the form of wondering if I can make this not a complete chaotic mess. I mean it could be a miserable failure. All that stands between this event and MISERABLE FAILURE is me. ME.

I'm like superwoman.

This will hopefully happen next Sunday. And if it goes off without a hitch, my magical-ness will be confirmed.

Have I ever mentioned how much I really love blogging? I think if I kept it to this tone of playful nonsense, such as musing on my own magical nature, I could be a blogger with a following. Mmm egotistical-ness. Yum. (ego reminds me of eggo- those toaster waffles!)

So, still awaiting like three grades, muddling through my assignments (either in a psychotic perfectionist frenzy or extremely laid back danger zone) and getting myself into organizing events with no experience in an unfamiliar city. Oh and I have declared Chris' cat my arch-nemesis. Really, we have quite the relationship, the cat and I. He's troublesome and strange, possibly possessed or having an identity crisis. Quite the nuisance, this cat is, especially when he acts cute and innocent for days, trying to confuse me. I don't appreciate his trickery. I do not trust the cat.


And that is all.