So many foreign roads.

This has been a very long week.

Let's just say, it's that time of the semester. Professors feel it is their duty to heap work upon their students, assuming that their class is the only class worth focusing on. News flash: it's not.

Seriously, I had a test on Thursday in Mass Comm and a test Friday in British Lit, but both went well. I had a test this morning in Geography, but he let us have a whole 8x11 page as a cheat sheet (I swear, this man cannot be a real professor) so I'm not worried about that. Tomorrow I have to give a speech in my comm class that is worth as much as an exam, but I'm doing it on a subject I gave a speech on last year so it's not that big of a deal. Plus I still have enough theatre training in me to make public speaking a piece of cake.

Do you see the trend? I'm completely not hassled at all. It's actually got me worried that I'm not worried about anything. Sure, there is a lot of work and studying to do, but I get it done in a timely fashion. Yeah, I have a lot on my plate but it's really not getting me down. If I feel especially bogged, I just go to a coffeehouse, sit on the porch in the sun, and sip an Americano. Just like that, I gain some perspective and get back to work. I'm doing my reading, I'm writing my papers, I'm studying for tests, all with a minimum amount of stress. It is enough to drive me crazy, but isn't.

Plus, if schoolwork wasn't enough, the universe apparently would like to test me some more. For instance, I had a very tiring but incredibly delightful weekend at home babysitting Lena and George with my mom. As I was driving back to school from Austin, I began to feel nauseous, but ignored it and kept driving, joking with my friend about it. Big mistake. I barely made it to San Marcos when I had to pull into an empty parking lot, open my door, and well...you know... several times. Whether it was menstrual side affects, allergies, or just a weird mishap, it happened two more times back at my apartment. It kept me out of classes on Monday, but I felt completely fine on Tuesday and haven't really given it a second thought.

And, less dramatically but still important, this afternoon I was taking a shower and shaving my legs with a new razor, and not really paying attention. Before I knew it, I had gashed a huge cut above my ankle at least 2 inches long and an inch thick. Luckily, it was fairly shallow but bled for almost an hour, which was really bad because it turns out I ran out of band-aids. It was an event, to say the least.

Okay, that last one didn't really count, but still, major happenings in my day. So the motif of this little post is that a lot of things have been happening that should have me sitting in a corner, shoulders slumped and lips in a distinct pout, but they're not. I'm doing well in school and have a complete handle on all my work. I'm surprisingly organized and efficient about pretty much everything. I'm not even stressing about the fact that having a Kindle means having about 50 books at hand, which in my world, means I am about halfway through 50 books. Usually I am totally not able to handle that, but I'm taking it coolly and calmly. What is that?

I suppose you could call it maturity. I'd suggest that maybe my faith has helped create a balance. Perhaps even the tentative yoga I've been trying out has worked more than I thought? I'm just happy. All the time. It's so weird. I keep waiting for something to happen, to cause a whirlwind of emotions, events, and this Emma going back to CrazyTown, but for now, I am just pleasant and peaceful about pretty much everything.

I guess the advice that I can gain from all this is just a reaffirmation on the sage words that everything is happening for a reason, it will work out and really, to just trust in the Lord while working very hard is all you can do. Finally, I can see that unfolding in my life. Alright, time for me to go to bed, because I have done my work for the day and I should really get a good night's sleep before my speech. Goodnight, readers (a.k.a. Mom!)

P.S. I don't ask it enough, but how is your life?

Also! I had gone grocery shopping yesterday and stocked up on some healthy snacks, one of which was (healthy) popcorn. Today, as I went to get a bag, I realized I had grabbed the wrong box and bought Kettle Corn. Usually I'm not that big a fan of Kettle corn, but I made it anyway. And it was delicious! Exactly what I wanted without knowing it was what I wanted! Crazy!

Hi, my name is Emma and I am boring.

Yep. It's the truth. I know some of you have had your suspicions in the past and maybe even knew it for sure, but I have recently admitted this to myself so let me just explain.

I think a lot of is this new school thing. Maybe I haven't found my niche, maybe I haven't met the right group of people, or (the real truth) I really am just boring. Seriously, I was walking around the grocery store this afternoon and it was at its most packed, given that it was the big H-E-B in town and it was 5:00 p.m. and I realized that I was perfectly content being alone, shopping for my boring little groceries and going on my way to do boring things.

Maybe boring isn't the right word, although it is definitely one of them. I am just very satisfied with what I have right now, which to some might not seem like a lot. Like with school. I am doing pretty well in my classes, I go to every single one, with minor exceptions (it was snowing two weeks ago, my bus was late, and my bed was warm. Sue me!) which to some might seem like a totally weird behavior, but to me, makes sense. Three of my classes have strict attendance anyway, so it just kind of makes sense that I go to the rest. Besides, if I miss a class, I miss the information; miss the information, don't do well on the test; don't do well on the test, waste my time. It makes sense! So why do people give me weird looks when I say I don't skip my classes!? Gah! Anyway, moving on.

I also have boring activities. Honestly, I am usually studying at the library, various coffee shops (Coffee Pot Loooove) or perhaps outside a class super early. If I don't have to study, maybe I'll get dinner with one of my few friends here (yes, I'll explain that one, too) or perhaps catching a movie at the dollar theatre, or, if I'm feeling really crazy, I'll go to the outlets and not spend money. Whoa! If I don't feel like going out anywhere, I hang out in my room and watch Hulu shows or read my Kindle, because that, to me, is relaxing. I eat healthy, I watch the money I spend, I have a routine. Basically, I am breaking college code of conduct.

Okay, so the friends thing, which is also boring. For the first time, I don't have people immediately become my friends. In high school, it was usually automatic with anyone I wanted. Here, however...not so much. Of course, I talk to people in my classes, hang out with Veronica or Stephen, and spend time with my roommate, but often, I prefer to be alone. Okay, I give you permission to go call a crazy hospital because I know I sound nutz. But don't worry, I really am not crazy. Right....? It's just, I don't know, different. And it's not because I'm incapable of friendship or because no one likes me. I think it's more that I'm not really all that ready to dive in. Although it has been months since I started this school, there's still a lot I'm getting used to. Like today, I got on the wrong bus, a bus I take every single day, at least twice. It freaked me out in a big way and even though it turned out totally fine and only slightly embarrassing, it still reminded me that I'm technically a newbie. The bottom line there is that I'm still getting my footing. I get that meeting people and becoming involved is about 84% of the "college experience," and I'm not saying that I will never have friends or join clubs. I'm just saying, not yet.

Okay, moving on so I don't talk myself into a hole in which I get a bunch of calls and emails saying that I should change my ways. The thing is, that while I may be boring, I like being boring. My high school experience, I realize way too late, was nothing like it should have been. I was constantly stressed, dramatic and basically miserable all the time because I made a bad choice when I was a wee little freshmen. I am not going to let that happen again. I will join the things I want to join because they will be fun and good for me. I will not let myself be sucked into something just because it seems like the right thing to do. All I need is to let myself take this slowly, find my own way, and just trust in the Lord, because come on now, that's all I can do.

Wow, no seriously, the rant is over now, sorry. Okay, I have to go take a shower, brush my teeth and be in bed by 11 because again, if you haven't gotten it by now, I.Am.Boring! And also unlike most college kids, but really, let's be honest, when have I ever been like most kids? That's what I thought. Goodbye, for now!

P.S. I'm pretty sure you're incapable of boring. And I love that the most.

This Spring is about to get Broken

Spring break has arrived and not a minute too soon. Well, that's not really true. This semester has been pleasantly strolling by, much to my surprise; a last minute class schedule that worked out for the most part and enough work to keep me on my toes

Let's make this an updating post, shall we?

First of all, I'm sick. It's just a cold, but it's one of those colds that gets deep into your bones until you feel like it'll never go away, you'll never get better. I suppose it's entirely my fault. I knew I would get sick, after this weekend of hanging out with two very sick little babies, and not to mention a mother getting over a cold herself. But the timing worked out, so I hardly mind. I had a very hard test on Monday, so I knew that as long as I got past that, I could give myself time to be sick. Who would of thought you could plan illness? It did turn out to be fine, as the sore throat and slight cough arrived late afternoon Monday, perfectly missing the test altogether. So I've been laying in bed, watching a mass amount of movies while attempting to get better before spring break because I will be the first to tell you that being sick on vacation is the most abhorrent thing in the world.

Let's see, what else...Oh, yes, okay, I have decided that I will minor in communications. This is surprisingly a big deal, as it is an extra 21 hours but oh well. I've become really good friends with my Comm lab instructor (really cool Christian grad student chick) and I think it's something I'll really enjoy. Fun times.

Also, I've been earnestly looking into study abroad programs. Of course, the more I look into it, the more overwhelming and scary it seems, but also the more I feel I just need to do this. Call it crazy or call it whatever, but I just feel the need to stretch my legs and mind across an ocean or two. Freaky, right?

Hmm, anything else? Ah, well, I'm on a total health kick. I think it was my sudden love for bananas. For years I was never able to even stand the sight of a banana, and now I have at least two a day. Madness. But anyway, I am trying to be totally healthy and spend my free time looking up cheap and easy ways to be healthy and who would have thought, it's completely possible. I'm really enjoying it, too. Of course, there are slip ups, especially when I go home, but I'm learning to work with it. Now Spring Break will be the true test, but we shall see.

Alright, I think that's it for now, as I have warm salt water to gargle. Sorry if this post seems off in anyway. My brain is completely addled and borderline nonfunctional; I suppose I really do need a break. Goodnight, readers!

P.S. Be healthy, too. Then we'll get to stick around together forever. Love you lot's

P.P.S. Ooh, another unrelated thing: I've become a total Francophile and am now determined to learn French!