Plans, Plans, Plans.

Alright, we ALL know by now how much I love planning. Whenever I think about grad school I think about this cute little studio apartment in California with orange walls. Don't ask me why, I never would ever paint my house orange, I'm more of a neutral or dark person. (I don't mean I like dark things, although some people might debate that. I'm simply saying that I feel dark colors make a house more cozy.)

I was recently looking online and found this beauty:

This is exactly what I want my cute little studio apartment to look like. Please tell me it's not adorable. 

Oh, The Joy!

I love planning, so much! My sisters are always listening to my plans, nodding and saying: "That sounds great, but don't be too sad when it doesn't turn out that way." Well sisters, this one is turning out just how I want it to!

Tonight I spent hours researching and deciding which classes I want to take for the rest of my undergraduate career. It was so exciting to be planning school stuff again and I can't wait for all of my classes, I honestly have the best major. Here is my class schedule for the rest of my Bachelors. (mostly, there is one class that my school seems to have discontinued that I need to graduate. Which could potentially be a big problem, but it'll work out.) 

Oh, and you have to insert an 18 month religious adventure after Fall 2012. But, just think. I only have four semesters when I get home! And a baby semester with only one class that only lasts 7 weeks, but we aren't counting that one. The end is so near I can practically taste it. 

Therapy

Lately I feel like there is a lot going on that isn't in my control. (Which has been really difficult for me, I am a planner, I like making lists and checking things off.) So I've found the best form of therapy.
CLEANING!

It keeps me busy, and helps me not worry about the things I can't control or plan.

 It's fantastic!

Eating Crow

I hated caffeine. I thought it was an evil drug that would eventually kill you. But I'm getting ahead of myself 

This last semester I was having a lot of eye pain when I studied. I thought it was just from reading so much, so I dealt with it and continued to kick trash in school. When I got home I was still having a lot of pain, and it was getting worse. I asked Mom to get me an eye appointment thinking I might need glasses. 

We go and I have all sorts of crazy things happen to my eyes. (I've only been to the eye doctor once before and I was pretty little. The eye doctor is to me as the dentist is to most children) We learned I have perfect vision. 

Yay! 

We also learned that I have mild migraines set on by the use of my eyes. (Which explains a lot.) My beloved doctor told me to try Excedrin. (a drug that has caffeine in it...) 

"Evil caffeine" I thought. "I've lived with the pain this long, I'll just deal with it." But later that day we ran to the store and got the despicable medication. 

Let's just say that I've learned a lesson. Everything has a time and place. When used within certain limits and with care, anything can be amazing, even caffeine. 

Trying New Things

Today I did something that I have never done before!

I sat and talked with a paramedic in one of these:

Considering I've never been in an ambulance it was a very neat experience

I also was invited to come to a training and got to ride in the front seat of one of these:

Also a very neat experience. I thought of my six year-old nephew and how jealous he would be. 

My Desire

My Great-Great Grandmother Hannah Cropper Ashby was a wonderful poet. I was recently reading the book of poems she had published and stumbled across this little gem:

MY DESIRE

I want to walk the way of life 

Steady and unafraid.

I want to walk the way of life

With men that God has made.

Not with the proud and haughty few,

Who boast of wealth and power;

But with those who bear the heavy load

Of every day and hour. 

I can't wait until this is me!

Another Dream

While walking to the MC I had another dream; it involved:

A bakery in London

Cliffs in Ireland

A beach in Germany

A boat in Austria

And a modest home in Italy that looks a little something like this: