Early morning blues

Yes, it is 4:54am here. I have been up all night working on a paper with a few breaks to go outside and enjoy the cold, icy weather. Oklahoma is in the middle of an ice storm right now, which is okay with me because I don't have to go anywhere. Instead, I can tramp around the campus, crushing the frozen grass under my boots like the tyrannosaurus rex crushes the car from Jurassic Park. Only there's less screaming involved.

Ah, finals, the week of deadening tests and projects and papers. At least I know that once this torturous week is over I can catch up on my sleep.

The "Dead Week" Report

I've heard a few people call this week "dead week", otherwise known as the week before finals. Supposedly this "dead week" means that professors don't give a lot of homework so that the students can study for finals.

Heh heh...not really happening. Okay, so I don't have a lot of the smaller homework like reading assignments, but I have/had a presentation, an art final and a paper due this week.

But, on the bright side, there's only one week and one day until I come home for Christmas! I really hope it snows here before I leave though.

Life is good.

I leave in an hour to battle Oklahoma Thanksgiving traffic until I reach the airport and fly home. Yay for going home, for homemade food and for seeing family and friends!

Also, I survived my 10 page research paper. I've already picked out my topic for next semester's paper too, even though I really don't have to think about it until after Christmas.

The Reports of my Death have been greatly exaggerated

I'm still alive, in case you were wondering. College has just been extraordinarily busy since all of my teachers have decided to schedule tests and papers all at the same time. Hurray...

Halloween is proving to be interesting. I've seen Where's Waldo, a few pirates, a steampunk superhero, a ninja, a banana, Cruella DeVil, and a dalmatian. (The last two posed together in a picture taken by a hippie).

I personally am still debating between using my school uniform from last year as a costume or dressing as a gypsy using stuff offered by my friend Mallory. There's a party tonight, so I have 7 hours to decide.

Edit: Well, it seems as if I didn't bring my school uniform with me, so there goes the schoolgirl costume idea...

Whistling a happy tune

Reasons why I am having a good day (in no particular order):

1) It is the glorious fall break and I have decided to stay on campus. The campus seems like a ghost town because so the majority of students have retreated home for break, although that is not really related to why I am having a good day. The lack of people does certainly contribute to the next reason.
2) I have been actually productive for once this fall break. I walked to the Starbucks on the other side of campus and studied and worked on some ideas for my graphic novel/novel (I haven't decided yet what it will be) for 4 hours.
3) I received a free Iced White Chocolate Mocha because they were training an employee and didn't want to waste the drinks that she made. (<---this made me very happy)
4) Caffeine is a drug, no matter what anyone says. I have consumed lots of it today, resulting in a alert and happy state of being.
5) An amazing amount of rain fell upon the land last night, result in the cool, crisp morning that I love so dearly.
6) The library book which I had borrowed as research for my paper has been located. This book had been misplaced and was overdue but now the fine has been paid.
7) I came across a passage of latin in aforementioned library book and am very pleased that I can still read that which I labored for many years to understand.
8) I heard a very interesting story from the library lady.
Once, long ago, the capital of Oklahoma used to be Gunthrie, not Oklahoma City. Then, in the dark of the night in 1910, some people from Oklahoma City stole the big, metal state seal that resided in Gunthrie and brought it to Oklahoma City. Oklahoma law says that wherever the state seal is, there will the state capital be also. So, Oklahoma City became the capital.
Okay, so I found that story interesting.

On another note, I miss working in a coffee shop.

Edit: Add tomato soup being delicious to my list of why this is a good day.

Multiple fire alarms

Four times this week, my dorm's fire alarms have gone off. Why? The details are still a little sketchy, but I don't think it's because they're malfunctioning. I heard my RA saying that the alarms are really sensitive and even a huge amount of hairspray will activate them. This last alarm was at 12:45am last night, which made it more irritating than all the other ones this week because I was actually asleep.

It was a little amusing to look at the Facebook statuses (stati?) of all my friends and see their combined hatred of the fire alarms at 12:54am.
Samples:
"___________ is sooo mad at the fire alarms right now!
___________ is going to throw something at the fire alarm!!!
___________ is I HATE STUPID FREAKING FIRE ALARMS.
___________ is hating fire alarms like none other. Four in one week? SERIOUSLY?!?!
___________ is hating the darn fire alarms!!!!!"

Just as amusing was the sight of 20 or so girls sprawled on the grass with their laptops in the middle of the night. We all know that we'll be outside for about 20 to 30 minutes and so we grab something that will keep us occupied.

At least it wasn't raining outside.

Wish me luck.

Blech. I have come down with some sort of cold. Every time I cough, the force of the hacking resounds through my tired skull, giving me a worse headache than before.

This day would have actually been an okay day to be sick, since I only have one 50 minute class, except for the fact I've been involved in a little production called Freshman Fanfare over the past four weeks and, of course, the actual performances are tonight and tomorrow.

Freshman Fanfare is, simply, a vaudevillian production of solos, duets and group numbers explaining the woes and joys of being freshman and is produced by the freshman class. The girls are not allowed to move their hips or their upper chest section, but it's almost become a joke to say "Oh no! Hip movement!" because it really is not enforced. Besides, it is rather impossible to dance--I mean, choreograph--without some movement of hips and upper chest area. It just cannot be done.
I am completely ready to have my weeknights back for my enjoyment, but it will be fun plus I got a t-shirt out of the deal. Except for this little bug I have caught that will make it impossible to sing. So, I shall be mouthing the words to the songs with my best showbiz smile.