Double Fail

I didn't even realize until some point earlier today that I forgot to write anything on Wednesday, and then failed to write anything today. That's alright though, the evening was productive even though I failed to hold up to my blogging plan.

I'm all packed and ready to head for home after class in the morning. The roads aren't too great at the moment, but I'm hoping that by then they'll be better. If not though, it's not like it's the first time that I've driven in the snow. It may end up wearing on my patience but I'll exercise some caution.

Today was my final day in my JRN 200 class, and I think it went well. I didn't end up blogging Wednesday because I was furiously working to finish my final story for that class. As it was, it was four-thirty Thursday morning before I had that and the extra credit article written. Though really it was totally worth it.

I braved the cold to turn in my papers and then have a one-on-one with my teacher about my grade, which I ended up doing very well in that class. I got at least a 3.0, maybe better depending on the grades that I end up getting on these final two papers. It was a tough class, and I'm glad that it's over, but I definitely appreciate the things that I learned in there. It was an important step in gearing up for my journalism career.

However, my three and a half hours of sleep are catching up with me, and if I'm driving home in the snow I need to be awake, so I'll fill the next few days with explanations regarding the last few post lapses.

Nearly UnPacked

I moved into my dorm room today. I have very nearly unpacked everything that I have to unpack and am exhausted. Tomorrow I start training. Hopefully that goes well.

At the moment it's pretty quiet. every so often you'll hear a few voices down the hall or outside. It's going to take some getting used to. I've got the TV on mainly for background noise. We got up here around four and my parents stuck around to help until about seven thirty or so. Leave it to me to start crying when they left. For that matter I started crying at the beginning of the drive up here, which is ridiculous but whatever.

I don't consider myself much of a crier but the last several weeks have kind of been like that. I'll get over it.

My cousin is getting married on Saturday, so hopefully my schedule will allow me to go home for it. It all depends on work... Alright, I've got a busy day tomorrow so I better set my alarm clock and get some sleep.

Yoda the Strange

I am taking a time-out from last minute packing to write this. I have remembered several times tonight that I needed to write this, and then promptly forgotten and therefore decided that if I didn't do something about it now, than I probably never would and that would complicate a weekend that could very well become busy. Tomorrow is the day that I move up to MSU. I'm a little nervous about it, but that's to be expected. I'm sure I'll get over it.

Actually, I know I will, because I'm not giving myself any other option. This is reality, I'm moving out and away. At least, for the time being. I feel like I'm fairly organized. This is going to be an organized and efficient move. I hope.

I finally ordered my Mac today! I'm stoked. Finally I'll have a normal sized keyboard, and screen again. Thank god!

Earlier today I was sitting in the little room off of our kitchen when mom put down food for the dogs. Our Golden Retriever knows better than to attempt to eat at the same time as our Pug because Yoda(the pug) tends to get territorial. So anyway, Yoda was the only one in the Kitchen and all of a sudden he starts growling while staring at one of the bowls. He then slowly paced over to it, and continuing to growl stared down into the bowl.

There was no point to that story, except to illustrate that my dog is strange.