Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

I'm posting now because Paige wants me to go with her to Taco Bell and I don't want to miss a day of posting four days into the month.

Today I had a conversation about my future with my mother, which boils down to: you better figure out what the hell you want to do and fast. Which is bad because I have no idea. My mom suggested government work, which would be cool, but basically they'd assign me somewhere and I'd have to go. And there are very few places I'd be happy moving to (home, somewhere in California, New York City and the suburbs around it, and the areas between Albany and Saratoga Springs). And I have no idea what I'd be good at. What do people do in those wee cubicles?

My problem is that in my head I'm seven years old, and therefore expect myself to grow up into someone extremely talented, extremely good looking, and perfect celebrity material. It hasn't happened yet, but I'll keep you posted.

So, last night at 1:30 I check my school email, and there's a package notification. This was totally bewildering, seeing as I haven't ordered anything yet and my mom is actually assembling a care package, so I made Sasha shlep down to the commons with me.

It was a package from Monica! She is totally made of win. She sent me:

- A Madeline T-shirt, the yellow one from Delia's I didn't have.
- A little tote bag from Harrod's
- Virginia peanuts
- A present for my mom from Ireland I wasn't supposed to open but I did by accident.
- A ~*~homemade~*~ foam frame around a picture of us.
- An AWESOME mixed CD with a cover and everything, and painstakingly colored-in letters. It has the Spice Girls, Britney Spears, Cher, Gunther, Rihanna, JT, Hugh Grant... it is a mix of CHAMPIONS. The last song on the CD is "You're My Best Friend" by Queen, and just that alone was enough to get a HUGE smile on my face.

The heat is on now, though, to match this for my Christmas/birthday package to her. So.

I had a pretty awesome day. My French class with the American teacher was very, very tolerable, so I now have a bit of hope. After Spanish I went to Taco Bell with Paige, and then we hung out for the rest of the night, including watching "A Very Long Engagement," which... was not my favorite. Paige likes it more than Atonement and said I would too, and I was all, um, probably not? And I think my main problem was that there was so much going on that I couldn't focus on anything in particular, and I hated the war stuff, and some of it was really sad. The ending was adorable though. So if I am so inclined to see it a second time, I'd probably really like it.

(Speaking of Atonement, I get to see it again this weekend. BECAUSE I OWN ALL.)

When I was going up to my room, Paige called up the stairs (as she graciously agreed to walk me back to my dorm) "I'm really glad we're Biffles!" By Biffles she means BFFLs, which is Best Friend For Life (I believe) and it was just so cute. I like friends!

I got a 60 on my math test. And while to some of you that might seem like a failure, because it is still a failing grade, to me it is a VICTORY. It means that while I can get 35s and 40s without studying, when I study, I can actually get grades that will allow me to get a C in the class. WHICH IS ALL I ASK FOR.

Today was my last day in Spanish, and we had a little party for the end of the year/Paige's birthday, and when it was over Paige, Melissa and I walked with Belkis and wound up talking for like, a half hour. I reaaaally want to get Belkis again next semester, so I'm desperate for these other people to drop the class so Paige and I can get in. :( Melissa is going to Paris.

(My computer's keyboard sticks like a mofo and it makes me so sad, because then it looks like I'm making typos when I'm not, it's just the damn keys. Dammit.)

Last night to celebrate my victory, I read this Nadia fic because I need more Nadia in my life, como siempre. My life can finally return to lazy normalcy, at least until this weekend, when it once again becomes cram-time.

Also, I can now start actually hosting "Salvation" at the_retelling