Fall Break...From What I'm Not Sure

My fall break didn't exactly play out as planned. When I got out of class on Wednesday, I packed all my stuff and got ready to go, but on the way home I was meeting my mom for lunch and going to play Bingo at the nursing home with my grandmother (Mema) like I do every Wednesday. At lunch my mom asked me if I would go straight to the nursing home when we finished eating instead of waiting until two-thirty when Bingo started because my grandmother was not doing very well and my great aunt, who needed a break, wasn't going to leave unless someone else was there to stay with Mema. When I got to the nursing home, she was not well.

I guess I should add here that she was diagnosed about seven months ago with brain cancer and given six months to live. Until now, she's been okay. She was alert and seemed as healthy as you could expect, but you wouldn't have thought she was dying.

Anyway, when I got there, she was sleeping and would not wake up. She would look at us if we talked to her, but she never did say anything. Obviously, we didn't play Bingo, but I sat with her for a few hours and then went on home. Thursday, I went back to the nursing home and spent a few more hours. Saturday, I went again, and today after church I went again. The nursing home is half an hour away from school and just over an hour from home. I would have been better off to just stay at school as much as I saw my friends and family at home.

I feel like I sound bitter about not really having a break, and I don't want to come across that way because I completely understand. I'm really glad that when I needed to spend a lot of time there I've been able to be there instead of having classes. I'm just a little stressed and tired, thus the bitter tone.

Now I'm back at school, and I'm very tired. I'm thinking I may be in bed well before ten o'clock tonight because I am absolutely worn out. I am also, once again, not at all upset because of my break being crazy, just tired and in need of a place to say some of this. Now that I've gotten it out there, I'm going to do a little homework and get ready for bed!

Cancelled Class!

I was starting to feel a little stressed yesterday, but I got everything under control and I was just trying to make it through today. I had a big test this morning, and it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought. I probably didn't make the best grade in the class (I would pretty much guarantee that), but I did okay, and it's over! I was also supposed to give a presentation in my class today, but when I got there it was cancelled! I've never been quite so happy because now I'm debating going to the Beaman to exercise or taking a nap. I haven't decided which I'm going to do yet, but either way I'm not going to class or giving a presentation, and I've only got three more classes before fall break! Life is good.

Loving the Love Songs

Well, next week is midterm week, and I really only have to take one midterm. The problem is, I also have a bunch of crap (namely essays) due at the same time that I have to take this monster of a midterm in the one class in which I have a test. I say this because I have wanted to update this thing for a while now, but when I am studying (or trying to study), I think, no, if I'm going to write something it will be the paper I have due. Instead of writing a paper, though, I go somewhere else and do something unproductive, and in the end I think I should have written in my blog because at least it has a little bit of value. Anyway, I should be doing something else right now, but if I didn't do this it would continue to drive me crazy.

I guess now I can finally get to what the title of this thing is all about. I have been on an easy listening kick lately, and I can't figure out why. I use Pandora radio online, and I got a Michael Buble station, so for a solid week now I've been listening to a lot, and I mean a lot, of him, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Ella Fitzgerald, and many others along those lines. In some ways, these songs depress me. I've been single for eighteen years, so I don't like to hear gorgeous men (Michael) singing about someone they love because I want that someone to be me. Perhaps that's the cause of my mood, though; maybe I just want to hear it all and imagine they are singing to me. I could also be reading a lot into this because there is also no obvious cause for my Relient K obsession, so maybe I just really like the music. Either way, I don't seem to be in any hurry to stop listening to this stuff.

I had some excitement yesterday; my roommate and I got a huge couch for our dorm. We went to Goodwill and found this sweet couch that we got for fifty bucks, and we spent a good part of our night last night cleaning it. We also got a little table to put in front of it, and I got a chess set to put on the table. Our room is so homey! I don't really know how this paragraph applies to anything, but I'm excited about the couch.

Well, midterms are still next week, and since I didn't wake up until like 55 minutes ago, I've already wasted a lot of study time, so I guess I should stop this even though that is the last thing I want to do.