Wait Listed: Pennsylvania State University

I've been placed on Penn State's wait list. I have mixed emotions about this situation. It's better than a rejection in that I know there's still a chance that I'll get into my #1 choice. But at the same time, it's disappointing to not have that acceptance letter. I won't know if I have a spot until at least the end of March. I wouldn't mind a few prayers for the miracle that I'll get offered a spot :) I'll keep you posted.  

Accepted: University of Akron

Think Zipsie and I should become Zips? :) I'm pleased to announce that it's an option. And Ohio isn't quite Pennsylvania, but at least it's east of Utah! This is the first school I've heard back from. I'll keep you posted on future acceptances and rejections...

You know what I love?

This kid

I got this invitation from Jen for my nephew's birthday party. First, I can't believe I'm old enough to have a teenage nephew. Second, this boy is so awesome.

I've tried explaining this feeling to a couple of people now and can't seem to get it right, so I doubt this post will be any better. Lately, I've just really liked "Potter." I don't know how else to say it. Although he doesn't have a cell phone, he got an iPod for Christmas and he downloaded a texting app. I think it is so fun when he texts me. Is that dorky? Probably. But there's just something cool about having a nephew in that generation.

When I'm at Jen's house, I look forward to talking to Potter. I enjoy our conversations. This isn't to say that I don't love talking to all of my nieces and nephews, because I do. But something changed recently with Potter. It's like he's a full-fledged person. I can remember being in 7th grade, and I love hearing his take on it. I can remember my celebrity crushes from when I was his age and how fun they were, so I love when he tells me about Selena Gomez. I can remember being a brat to my parents, and it's interesting watching him enter that phase. (I'm sure Jen would use a word other than "interesting," but luckily I'm not the parent :)

Then just yesterday Jenny gave the OK for Potter to help us out in a chorus role in the next musical I'm choreographing. I've been having a negative attitude about the show. I agreed to it back before I knew I'd be taking classes this semester, and I've been really stressed thinking about the time and energy the show is going to require. But now that I know that time and energy will be spent with and on my nephew, I have a renewed desire to give this thing my all. A lot of my philosophy as an aunt is centered around the fact that I grew up without any extended family nearby. I find myself thinking, "I would have loved the chance to do that with my aunt," and that's how I feel about Potter being in the musical.

I hope it will be the wonderful and memorable experience I'm anticipating.

Funny things my professor says...

(About the way things were before consumer cosmetics in the 1920's)

"If you wore eyeshadow, you were owning it.
You were saying, 'I am a prostitute.'"

A New Little Peanut

I have never been so in love on Valentine's Day...

I know it's random, but

I want to learn to write with my left hand. I don't know why I've been obsessed with this lately, but it's something I really want to do. I keep grabbing my pen with my left hand without thinking about it and then realizing I'm right-handed. I also just think it would be a convenient skill to have. If I'm taking notes on what's on the computer screen doesn't it make sense to control the mouse with my right hand and write with my left?

So far I just do it when I'm writing things down that no one else has to read--like when I'm getting the voicemails off my phone at work. But I need more practice than that. When I'm forced to do something with my left hand, I honestly feel handicapped. Maybe I should have made a habit of doing things with the left side first. It'd probably make this random goal easier.

Let me know if you have any pointers.

Funny things my professor says...

(After discussing the Alliance System)

"World War One was one big, long case of Mean Girls."