The First Snowfall of the Season

And my puppy's getting a kick out of it. She spent the last ten minutes tearing around the porch trying to figure out what the mysterious stuff was.

Anyway. My Thanksgiving. Wasn't much of a Thanksgiving till the day after. I wake up Thursday morning to find that our oven, which was perfectly functional the day before, isn't working. Thus no turkey. Or buscuits. Or pie! We managed to hack together a decent meal but turkey was replaced with ham, biscuits with bread, and pie with microwaved apple crisp. =/ But no worries! We got the oven fixed Friday and had a real turkey day meal. The day after the real turkey day.

Also, my cousin's in the hospital. She's got an infected lymphnode on her leg, or something like that. It's got the doctor's pretty puzzled. The antibiotics they've got her on now are supposed to help, but then--so were the antibiotics she was on before.

Anyone notice I'm starting every paragraph with an A? Oddness. Well, that's gotta stop.

Last night I turned down another perfectly good opportunity. I'm the worst guru ever.

All My Insecurities, I Won't Let Them Get The Best Of Me Now

Something occured to me.

In order to be a failure, you actually have to try something, and fail.

If you just skip over the trying straight to the failure, you're something worse. To call yourself a failure when you never tried is a disgrace to all those who tried their hardest and couldn't do it.

Fear of failure shouldn't be that hard to overcome. I mean, think about it. If fear keeps you from even -trying-, then you've already failed anyway. So what could it hurt to actually try, and see if you actually would or not?

There must be something, because I keep skipping the ever-imporant step of trying.

I suppose an explanation is in order.

Well, it'll have to wait. It's almost 2 in the morning. I finally finished my essay for the Kohl Scholarship. Amazingly, I went -over- my word limit--by almost a hundred words. Imagine my surprise when I had to wrap up the other 50% of my essay in 50 words and then needed to go back and find out how to get rid of 75 words. Anyway, it's done. I don't think I'm going to get the scholarship, but the essay doesn't suck as badly as I thought it would. I went with the humor route--if the commitee wanted a really formal essay, I'm screwed. Ah well. They never specified.

So anyway, what's been up with me? Quite a bit and not a lot, all at once. But don't worry. I've almost got everything worked out. Pretty soon the pieces will all be back together so somebody can knock the puzzle off the table again. =)

I'm starting to get a little stressed, though. I have a week and a half to write a good short story -and- record my sax solo. I can still barely -play- my sax solo, and I have honors band tomorrow, which means I also need to perfect -that- music. On top of that, college application. I haven't sent it yet. Because I haven't had my story and song. Without my story and song, I miss out on a shot at $7,000 worth of scholarship cash. With my story and song, I at least have a chance, although I probably won't get it =p I'm such a pessimist.

I can do this. Right? Right. Riiiight.

Also; I think I'm going to put in my two week notice at Burnstad's. I only work enough to keep paying for gas, which I use half of just to keep working there. It's pointless. I think I'm going to work something out with the 'rentals over gas, so I don't need to ride the bus. I hope they don't give me free gas, though. Actually, I'd love that, but I'm spoiled enough as it is. I gotta get used to this independance thing before I go off leaving the state. (Memo to self: Also learn how to do laundry. Muy importante.)

What am I doing awake?! I have school and work tomorrow -and- I need to squeeze in some chillin' time before honors band on saturday. (by tomorrow i mean friday. and by saturday i mean tomorrow, but not friday.) And oh, right, insanely huge assignment in Advanced Writing that I didn't even get to tonight because of the essay. And because of my two hour conversations with college freshmen. Stupid freshmen are always distracting me >.>;;;

I need to learn time management skills! Curse you for being right, Ms. Gibson! (But she goes a little overboard.) Which reminds me, also gotta set up a job shadow for vocational english.

I'm so overbooked. I'm like a car rental place that lets you place reservations. But then doesn't give you a car. You know, like that episode of Seinfeld.

I'm so tired I don't even know if I'm being funny anymore. It's sleep time, dude.

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Story of a Lonely Guy - Blink182
I Feel So - Box Car Racer
White Lights - Rufio
Simple Song Simple Plan - The Pettit Project
Over My Head - Lit
Definitely Maybe - FM Static (ok, this song didn't come on, I picked it. I'm hooked on FM Static lately.)

Funny.

The universe is getting me back for every single sarcastic comment I've ever made.

No, really.

I suppose that I deserve this.

Stupid universe...