In which I was distressed and then became destressed

Destressed to some extent . . .

I was distressed because we lost. It was a thrilling game, no doubt. The Bison beat us by ONE point. There were 14 lead changes, if I remember correctly. It was so sad. BUT -- the fun thing is that Nikki K. and I are going to go to the game on Saturday night.

I don't have to write my Knitting article! Yay! I absolutely hate writing articles because AP (Associated Press style) stifles creativity. AP kills me. I hate AP. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. End of story. On another note (related to the paper), Debbie says that I'm supposed to take her spot as head copy editor this issue because she's going to be gone. For serious -- that's scary. That means that this chick isn't going to sleep much on Tuesday night . . . Unless Lindsey decides that she should be in charge, which she probably will.

Class was torturous. Well, I guess it wasn't too terrible. Short Story was ok. Speech was fantastic. Over the weekend past, my speech prof's wife had a baby, so he took the entire week off -- hence "speech was fantastic." I decided to be an irresponsible student and forget about reading my Nutrition book and took part in Spa Day instead. Every year, we have one day where the cosmotology students from Pipestone come on over and the SMSU students get free hair cuts and styles, manicures, eyebrow waxing and massages. Sadly, I found out last year that I'm allergic to the wax they use so I couldn't take part in that part. I didn't have time to do a massage, but I got a manicure, a haircut and a style. I asked the girl to trim a half inch and then layer my hair. I didn't know how long I wanted my layers, so I asked her to make them long and then we could cut them shorter if I deemed it necessary. She got done with it and it was absolutely perfect. I love it! I've never liked a single haircut I've gotten. She took off a LOT of hair, but it wasn't nearly as traumatic as the one I got 18 months ago. At that time, they told me they were cutting 4 inches off, and when they were done, it was 12 inches shorter than when they started. I cried for a month. The style they did today didn't suit my personality, sadly. Everyone else liked it -- but maybe they thought it was absolutely awful and felt obligated to tell me how much they "liked" it to make me feel good about it.

I forgot about my food service meeting. :-/ Sad . . .

I found out in Choir that I might actually get to go to Scandinavia in March! BUT -- that's only if I can manage to raise um . . . a thousand dollars. By . . . Friday. Hm . . .

And then Creative Writing. We had to write a description of eyes during our last class. I hated my description. I thought it was pathetic and I hoped that no one would ever see it other than me and Dr. Wilson. No one else SAW it. But they heard about it. Dr. Wilson handed back our quizzes first (I got 100%! Yay!) and then she said, "I'm going to hand back the writing exercizes, but first, I'm going to read them to you and comment on them so you can learn from each other." I was like, "Oh my goodness . . . Maybe she'll think mine is so bad she'll skip it." She didn't say who had written them as she read them. She got to the fifth or sixth one and she said, "This one is perfect. Listen to this: 'a blue as intense as the blue of a morning glory.' Have you ever heard eyes described like that before? You can see it! It's very visual. You know EXACTLY what it looks like. It's simply perfect!" And it was mine. Whee! Creative Writing is a very, very emotional class for me. I walked out of the class today and I wanted to laugh and cry and scream at the same time. I've never, ever had anyone tell me that something I'd done was perfect. Not when they knew what they were talking about and had seen hundreds of people try to do the same thing. What made it more thrilling was that I was the only one that she said was perfect. She'd read something and she'd say "that's nice. That's nice. It's nice, but . . . too sentimental. Too sugary." Everyone got a comment. Everyone's work was "nice." But mine was . . . perfect. Eeee!

Nutrition was awful. I hate science.

So, I'm not quite as distressed as I was. I only wish I didn't have so much to do . . . :-/

Whee!
~MK