Sorry, but I haven't yet shared the information about myself that would typically display here. Check back later to see if that changes, or if I instead choose to remain an enigma.
Or at least a lot of really good things have been happening lately.
After that passport fiasco, I decided to apply anyway upon learning that they'd accept a passport application receipt late. I just appled for my passport today after class, since my birth certificate and stuff finally came in yesterday. They predicted I should have it within two weeks (I expedited) if nothing goes wrong.
My judicial review still needs to be turned in for the summer abroad application yet, but that's alright because they know there's a huge backup on those since everyone under the sun turned there's in...
I love squirrels. I don't know why, but I'm sure some of it had to do with the baby pet one we kept in our backyard for a few weeks. He was so cute!
And the younger, better image...
Aw... Isn't he adorable? My mom named him Walter (Wally) after some character in Lost or something... because of the circumstances we found him in. Or he found himself in.
o.O I guess that's my mind telling me I need to relax or something. But I can take comfort (I guess) in the fact that I knew the whole time what I was doing in the dream was wrong and that I shouldn't be doing it, and that somehow my mind rationalized it by saying "we're just going to try it to make sure we don't like it", and I din't. Funny thing is, it was both me and my brother doing it at the same time. Then later, I saw my step brother smoking pot as he was pulling out of the driveway. And maybe my parents were doing it to somewhere, but I don't remember.
Anyway, the whole thing leaves a bad taste in my mouth (lol, pun)... like... ugh. I'd never, ever, ever do that. Ever.
So in my extreme desire to get my passport as soon as possible, I for whatever maintained the hope that a copy of my birth certificate would be lying around the house, since, well, I used it to get my state ID and never threw it away or anything (that'd be stupid!). I knew I needed my birth certificate for the passport before coming home on spring break, but for whatever reason, I decided not to tell my mom until I came home.... (though it might've had something to do with the fact that I found out after she'd gone to bed and I left the next day for here...) Now it looks like I'll have to get another one because if there is one lying around the house somewhere where only the Shadow can find it...
I went to the study abroad office today to inquire about the earlier mentioned passport issue, since the advisors are too incompetent to answer their e-mail, and I discovered that they would take a receipt of application instead of an actual passport for the application deadline!
YAY! *happy dance*
This is great because it was turning out that the earliest I'd be able to apply for one would be Monday, since going home today and everything would be a hastle.... So now I'm going to go home tomorrow, probably, and get that stuff taken care of. This gives me some time to finish up some work I'd gotten behind in so I can focus more on that history paper that'll likely send me to the hospital (<--- see, EmP's not the only one who likes exaggerating. =P)
Anyone know how long it takes to get a passport?
Apparently I'm supposed to have one in order to send a photocopy with my study abroad application, which I didn't even know about until I looked at the application. And the application's due on the 13th.
I don't know why they can't wait until later to see your passport. I mean, really, what's the point of applying for one if you don't even get accepted into the program? And then they want you pay at least $500 up front to apply in the first place, so it's like they're just trying to take your dumb money....
I suppose I should've known this ahead of time, but I didn't. I never do. Until it's too late usually. Story of my life.
considering I went to bed at 5:45 in the morning. Granted, I'm sure that if I hadn't set my alarm properly, I would've overslept (again) and much worse this time to boot (like through my appointment time with my history prof at 1), but still.
I attribute the lack of exhaustion to napping 5+ hours yesterday, which sort of irked me a little, but it was worth it in the end.
Had I not napped that long, I never would have had the energy to stay up that late, and I never would have talked with Will about my philosophy paper, which he generously offered immense help with (bless him).