Edits

I'm not sure how many times I've edited the design of this blog. I try to make it look nice, decide its too complicated, then switch. I've just spent the past 15 minutes fixing my latest mistake. A complete waste of time, I know.
I got some of my books for school today. =] They're all for my religious studies courses. =] I have...

I'm very excited, and have more coming. =] I can't wait for my Holocaust and American Memory class. Its right up my alley.
I'm thinking that I've chosen London for my study abroad program. As much as I would love Rome, I think London would be the most logical choice for me. I'm hoping I'm making the right choice.

London or Rome?

I'm trying to decide between London and Rome for a study abroad experience. Every time I think I make up my mind I end up second guessing myself. Obviously I still have time, but I feel better when I have a plan, a goal, a destination. 

London.

Homestay. At a university with British students. English-speaking country. Better courses.

Rome.

Italian. Near the Vatican. Student apartment. Not sure about where it is. Only one RS course.

I'm leaning toward London. I think it would be easier for me to navigate. But I'd love to be able to study religion right at the heart of Catholicism. Bah! I don't know. Many many choices to make. I'm going to meet with advisors at school and have requested information from both. Only time will tell.

Hearts Have Colors Don't We All Know..

I've just spent the past half an hour looking up my soon-to-be professors on ratemyprofessor.com. Two of them aren't on there, the other three have really good ratings on ease, helpfulness, and overall quality, and bonus! two are listed as "hot." Hotness is not necessarily a quality I look for or even value in professors, but its nice to know. Frankly I find that if you find an authority figure "hot" it can throw off the entire dynamic and lead to awkwardness. Or at least with me it can. I'm thoroughly awkward.

So the title of this is a line from "Kaleidoscope Heart" by Sara Bareilles. She is my favorite! I saw her in concert last November. =] I still keep the ticket in my wallet.

Well, I was jamming out to her album on my drive to work the other day and started thinking about that line. "Red runs through our veins" is another line, but beyond that, I'd love to think that a heart is colored based upon love offered or the goodness of one's soul.  Kind and sweet people would have beautifully colored hearts in all sorts of fabulous shades of magenta, rouge, blue, etc. Imagine opening someone up for open-heart surgery only to find a beautiful purple heart. =] If you don't think about the prospective grossness of that but focus solely on how beautiful it could be compared to the nastiness of organs.  I'm sure this sounds absolutely absurd. But how cool would it be to say that you have a purple heart? Or if you're not so good, a brown heart. You could work towards better colors, and I just imagine a radiance emitting from those with pretty hearts.

I'm sure this is just absurd. Oh well, I have long drives every day and I think strange things. Listen to it. Maybe you'll agree. =]

Sara Bareilles- Kaleidoscope Heart

I also adore A Fine Frenzy. Her music reminds me of fall, rainy days, and, oddly enough, Door County (although I think that's due to me listening to it constantly when I was there last August). It's folksy but still not quite true folk music. Folksy pop? I'm not sure. Sometimes labels don't make things better, they just make them confusing. This is one of my favorite songs, "Borrowed Time."

A Fine Frenzy- Borrowed Time

I'm waiting for fall. It's my favorite season and I'm hoping that being two hours north will help enrich and prolong the season. I am disappointed that I won't be close to Pecks, my favorite farmers market anymore. We went every year when I was young and I've resurrected that tradition these past few years. 

Last fall after class one day, Kels and I went to Ski Hi, an apple orchard, to the south shore of Devil's Lake, to Sauk City for lunch and a look at the flooding river, and down over to Pecks in Spring Green. It was an amazing day. I guess we'll just have to explore and see what we can find up north.  

Well, I guess that's it for now. Ta ta!

  

Distracted

So I got a little distracted with the first one. The premise of this, or at least my attempt, is to keep track of my notable and even not-so-notable days. I just got a new computer bag that is kind of going to keep my life together when I move north, and I love it. Here it is packed for work today! We ran out of lockers and keys keep disappearing, security says we can't keep our stuff up with us, and the owners won't let us leave it in the managers office. I figure if I haul a bag full of stuff it'll be harder to target my tiny wallet/pouch that I hide at the bottom. I'm happy I only have 1 1/2 weeks left.

Here is Cale. He tends to follow me around and watch from afar (sometimes underfoot, although he's learning that doesn't yield the best results) whenever I'm the only one home. However, once mom returns especially, I'm chopped liver. 

I just bought a '93 geo tracker and sold my malibu. The malibu was a good little car, I've just wanted a geo for a looong time! I love this thing. Kels, Bree, and I took it to Devil's Lake yesterday, top down and all. It felt great on the way there, but by the time we drove home at 8 PM, still slightly wet and freezing because Monks (our favorite bar and grill) cranked the a/c, we all wished the top was up.

 Mischa has been hunting rabbits in our backyard for some time now. She almost caught one about an hour ago, but I called her in before she got very far. She wasn't too happy with me.

Pardon the crooked pictures- I haven't figured out this exactly, and am still learning how exactly to operate my computer. Well I have to go pack supper and get ready for work. Until the next adventure... (that's lame, I know)

Oshkosh

I move exactly two weeks from today! I can't believe it. Last time I saw my tiny room in my tiny Oshkosh apartment my roommate was using it as a storage closet. Heres hoping that its cleaned by the time I'm up there.
My parents bought a brand new LED Vizio TV for me as a parting gift (?) I guess. I know nothing about TVs, but they told me its the highest picture quality and my dad keeps telling me he's going to keep it and give me the one in his garage. Ha ha. Luckily mum is on my side.
I'm starting to worry that I won't have enough room for all my furniture. It's not like I have a lot, I just don't have space. I have a very small desk and bookshelves, and plan on putting my dresser in my closet, so cross your fingers!

Side note: commercials confuse me. I thought advertisers wanted to make products and services attractive, but lately so many either don't make sense, or, I don't know if they're aiming for beauty, use really hideous or mismatched people. I just saw a baby that looked like a bullfrog. He reminded me of a male, baby version of Umbridge from HP5.

I've been reading a lot of HP lately. It's a good escape from the drama, especially at work. But its led to some crazy dreams. I'm almost not sure its worth it... hmm.

Well I ought to go be productive. I'm not sure if this will ever be read by anyone, but seeing as I'm moving in two weeks and hope to travel to Italy next year, this could come in handy. Ciao!