Oh, man.

For the past week, I have written on my to-do list to write a blog, because I figure it had been a bit too long since I had last written one. Little did I know that it had been THREE WEEKS since I wrote a blog. I am so very sorry, readers, shan't happen again.

Of course, I have a very valid reason for the lack of blog love...

I am sooo busy!

Seriously though, this is busiest I have ever been in my college career. This past summer, it was so non-stop moving, working and just doing that I would spend the precious free moments I had longing for the carefree, easy days of fall semester. Boy howdy, was I wrong! First of all, it's a lot harder. When I was in high school, it was all about how difficult junior year was and blah blah blah, but oh my gosh, those kids don't even know what hit them. Junior year in college is a mix of all those annoying classes you didn't want to take, but have to and the really hard classes that are for your major that you need to get out of the way to take the fun classes for your major. A.K.A. A very stressed and strung out Emma.

Let me break it down for you:

Spanish II: It will mostly likely be downfall. Tonight marks the first night I will have to study into the wee hours as I have a test tomorrow for this class and I legitimately have NO idea what is going on. It's shudder worthy

Anthropology + Lab: The lecture class, in a word, rocks. My professor is British and preciously matches all of her clothes to the extreme. Yeah, the work is hard, but it's not too bad. The lab on the other hand....wow. Just, wow. Next week is my osteology quiz in which I have to know all the bones in the body. WHAT!? I am an ENGLISH major! Urgh...

Critical Theory for English majors: Eh, pretty blah actually. The professor is kind of a weird dude with a very odd teaching style and the works we are studying are equally blah. I mean, who picks the most obscure Henry James to analyze?

American Literature up until 1875: OH, MY GOSH I LOATHE THIS CLASS! This professor has the most ridiculous teaching style ever. It is a class of 250 and required for several majors, and yet he feels the need to make it a discussion class. So he races all over the giant auditorium with a microphone so people who have no idea what they are talking about can give some random opinion on whatever piece we were supposed to read the night before. For an 1 hour and 20 minutes exactly. I want to die every Monday and Wednesday. Worst part: the professor is actually really smart and has so much valid information that he rarely gets to tell us because every other person in the class wants to talk. Kill me.

Interpersonal Communications: Favorite class. Brilliant professor, fascinating material, and some decently intelligent people. The time flies whilst I'm there.

Classes aside, I keep busy. I accidentally became a makeshift nanny for someone who I babysat/housesat for a lot this summer, so it's good I have a decent income. I live right next to a church that I went to one Wednesday and then suddenly became so involved I'm there all the time and have actually made some really cool friends. Today marked the first meeting of Comm Club (which I thought would be like Comm Council at UT. I was wrong) and I put my name up for secretary. The newspaper is hiring people and tomorrow I'm going to go over there and submit a few pieces. Plus, I am now really good friends with one of my new roommates and love to spend time hanging out with her whenever we get a chance. All in all, my time is occupied.

Update: over. Whining: commence.

I am so very overwhelmed. I always said I would get involved when I was ready and that I just needed time to adjust. Well, apparently that adjusting took exactly two weeks at my new apartment and I was ready to take over Texas State. With classes becoming more demanding, being on other people's schedules instead of my own, and not even remembering the last time I spent more than 15 minutes with someone who I've known longer than 2 months (not even my mom!), I'm stretched so thin and it's not even the second month of school. I'm having a hard time adjusting and have started suffering for it (see Spanish Test drama above). Even as I sit here, I glance at the clock and realize I need to stop writing, get changed and go to church.

Whining aside though, I like it. Of course, it's so tough and I've never been more challenged in my life, but I know me. It'll take me a few weeks of complaining before I get it all figured out. I've just been so slammed lately with tests and meetings that I haven't been able to do the fun stuff I love, like sleep or call my sisters (who I miss too much, even Mel!) Even in high school, I only had on thing on my plate and that was theatre with a side dish of homework every once in awhile. This is a whole new level of hard work, and yes I do in fact realize that college is SUPPOSED to be this way, but still. It's a lot.

PHEW! I did NOT plan on doing that in this entry. I suppose I just needed to let it out. Thanks, blog. I really appreciate it. And I promise not to show too much neglect from now on.

P.S. It might not seem like it when I'm grumbling like this, but I am happy. Really happy.

Whoa, dream big!

Yep, two blog posts back to back. I never thought I'd see the day, but I have been a blog fiend for the last few months and want to share.

I think I have mentioned that my good friend Anjli, over at thissinglelife.wordpress.com, has a pretty awesome blog. Ever since she started it, I have been on a blog hunt for more and more. Now, I have about twenty blogs that I check at least every other day. I am completely fascinated. It's actually sort of becoming a problem since the people who write the blogs have basically become characters in my life story. Like I will tell my friends about stories or pictures that they post as if I know them. Some of them are fashion blogs, some are food blogs, some are just personal blogs, but each one is unique and interesting. Even if it's just pictures, I feel like for the few minutes it takes me to scan a blog entry, I really do know them.

To me, a blog is like a very short book. Or I suppose you could call it a very long book, since entries could go on for years. Just a quick insight into a person's life and boom, there are so many stories behind. Something that has always drawn me to literature is the fact that there are endless possibilities. With fiction, even more so. You never know where a story is going to take you and what will happen. A blog is like that, except, in some ways, better; it's never ending(well, sort of) and these are real people. Anyway, in case I ever do say, "This blog I follow was just talking about that!" here are the ones I read.

Anjli's: thissinglelife.wordpress.com

Jennifer's: txmomof3.wordpress.com

Manon's: misslistless.blogspot.com

Sara-Jane's: sjshepperd.blogspot.com

Tom and Lorenzo's*: projectrungay.blogspot.com

The Sartorialist's*: thesartorialist.blogspot.com

Quinn-from-Glee Diane Agron's: felldowntherabbithole.tumblr.com

Jane's: seaofshoes.typepad.com/sea_of_shoes

Emily's* (and my favorite): cupcakesandcashmere.com

Audrey*: audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com

Rachel's: vizbasix.blogspot.com

Lucie's (she lives in Prague!) acupofstyle.blogspot.com

Nicole's: nikymarie.blogspot.com

Emma's (eh, this one is kinda lame :) emmarosetotheoccasion.tumblr.com

Alex's (yep. I read this.) alexmarees.tumblr.com

Taza's: taza-and-husband.blogspot.com

Joslyn: www.simplelovely.blogspot.com

Joslyn's Food: raisingfoodies.blogspot.com

P.S. Before you think I am wasting away my life by constant blog checking, most of these only do an entry once every few days. Only a few *post everyday.

Reasons Why I am Not a Grown Up

So I'm a junior in college, right? Meaning that I have four semesters (presumably) left of my undergrad. Seems like a long time, but then again, some days it still feels like I'm in high school. Moral of the story, it's going by really fast and I keep forgetting to keep up. While, yes, technically I am an adult, I am sooo not a grown up. For the last few weeks I've been keeping a list as to why I am not in any way a grown up to share with you, my many readers.

-I am afraid of the dark because the monsters/ axe murders come out in the dark
-I don't like to got to sleep and never want to get out of bed
-I am essentially a selfish person
-My mom is my best friend
-I have the attention span of a goldfish
-Technology is usually way over my head and I have no inclination to change that
-I am an optimist about the stupidest things
-My imagination is overactive to a fault
-I take things very much to heart and then brush them off
-A good hug can fix it for me
-My sisters are still my heroes
-The reason I can't cook is because I am too impatient to read recipes or practice
-I am too impatient.
-I don't care if I'm not totally put together whilst in public
-I still rebel against my parents
- Taxes. Wait, what?
-I spend half my time plotting to move to far off places and and change the world, and the other half in a cold panic that I'll ever have to legitimately leave my mommy
-The reason I am such a good babysitter is because I am basically a child myself
-I have nightmares that will bother me hours after I wake up
-Graduation, which is still two long years away, is freaking me out already
-I reread books until I have them memorized. And then read them again
-I don't really have a concrete plan for a job post-graduation
-Sometimes my friends can still bully and pressure me, and I let them
-I still think twenty-five is old; then shiver when I realize that's only 5 years away
-Boys have cooties

Of course, there are a lot more. Like I said, impatience is my thing so I suppose it's lucky I even made a list that long to show. As much as I wish I was super grown up and responsible, there are so many things I love about still being a kid, things I wouldn't change. Plus, despite my child-like attitude towards life, there are a lot of things about me that are pretty grown up and I'm fairly proud of those things. For now, I'm just figuring it out and to me, that's what matters. I have the rest of my life to be a grown up. Who cares if I'm not one now?