My fingertips are purple.

It's really not that exciting, I just wanted a catchy title. I ate some blackberries on the way to class today and they stained my fingers before I could wash them. There, aren't you glad you started reading?

So as this week begins, I breathe a very heavy sigh of relief over the fact that the last two weeks are finally over. Tests in every classes, three essays and all around madness made school downright unbearable. Luckily, all I have to focus on this week is my UT application. Easy, right?

Oh, wait...

Hahah, no, it's really all right. I had most of the actual application finished, so all I really have to work on are the essays. It's still a lot to handle, but I'm slowly getting better at that organization and management thing (I know, took me long enough). So as I'm checking things off my list, I'm finding it easier to think about getting those things done than facing up to the difficult tasks. The thought of failure definitely slows me when I'm brainstorming ideas for my essays and planning out when I can get my transcripts. It's scary, the simple thought of next year being up in the air, but I know that no matter what happens, I'll be fine (as long as I get out of San Antonio; it's crushing my soul). I can handle whatever is thrown my way; if I couldn't, it wouldn't be mine to handle.

The one thing I've learned the hard way these past few years is most of the time, it doesn't go the way you planned. That's what makes life so interesting and livable. Of course, when you're talking about the rest of your life, it makes sense that you're going to be panicky. The thought of not getting into UT...I mean, it's on the slightly terrifying side, but I know I'll be okay. Someone has a plan for me, and I'm putting every egg I have in His basket. All I have to do is try my hardest. Easy peasy.

Alright, I know this is a short one, but my 120 lines of eighty characters (yeah, I don't know what that means either) essays call my name and I am far too freaked out to ignore them. Really, all I ask of my avid readers is a simple prayer that my path is shown to me quickly, preferably in a thick envelope covered in burnt orange and white. Thanks!

P.S. The most effortless part about all this is knowing that when it gets to be far too much, you're a phone call away.

P.P.S

Ah, also quick side note:

After I write a blog, I feel so much better letting the ones I love know a little something about what's going on it my life. I can't tell you the love and appreciation that fills me up to the brim right after I finish with an entry. Jeez, I hope any of you have half of the fun reading these as I do writing them. So an extra thanks, for reading.

Looking Glass Self

Okay, so by the grace of the Lord, my math class was canceled. I took this as a sign that I did indeed have piles of work to do and also that I should take the time needed to write a new entry of my lovely blog. And away we go...

So as midterms and what have you approach ridiculously quickly, I'm finding it harder and harder to update the word a day calender I got for Christmas. Incredulity sets in as February comes faster than I thought possible and as I check the weather in the morning to decide what to wear, I realize that spring is so rapidly setting in I almost missed it. It's kind of a nice feeling, but also a little scary. A friend of mine commented that as we are getting older, it seems the years are flying by a lot faster, something I agreed with instantly. But hopefully with this recent awareness, I can slow it all down to also comprehend that I am actually having a great time. This semester is becoming something I know I will remember when looking back on those "College Days."

I guess I can rightfully say that I did suffer from that freshmen syndrome the first semester. I didn't want to have to deal with anything that was going on, something that usually gets me into trouble. Being thrown into new situations constantly took a toll I was too afraid to admit, but now I am all too happy to say that I am getting much better at foreseeing them before they hit me head on. I think I also have my new day-planner to thank for that, though...

To sum up, (English teachers always told me never to use this, but I always like it so whatever) I have such hope for this new semester and my great classes that I'm really starting to fall in love with in a way that was impossible before (it's almost creepy how much I'm learning about myself in Sociology). Hah, so before I get too naive and immature for my readers, I will just conclude my thoughts into one little nice sentence: I have big goals for this semester and an iron-like will to have them met. Hope you have the same optimism for me.

P.S. If you don't know what the title of this blog means, please look it up. It's rather fascinating and I learned about it only just today.