26 February 2014
Yesterday was all kinds of lovely.
(TL;DR at bottom)
I woke up for school and blah blah boring stuff. I went to class and made it on time (which is good because I've been making it JUST on time and have been counted tardy twice as a result..like, they should only count you tardy after you're 5 full minutes late. Seriously). After French, I had time between class, so I checked my e-mail and found a reply from the wonderful Beth in there.
It was a happy reply and I was glad to get it. Then my reporting class was fun because we went to another class' presentations. They were doing comedy broadcasts and it was entertaining. We then got out of class and I went to hang out with Tim and Ed.
They got me a new scooter! Mine has been broken for a few weeks now and has been a pain to carry around. It's red.
I was very excited to get it!
Yay! Then I had to wait for my next class, but it wasn't too bad. I got a facebook reply AND several texts from Beth throughout the day that just kept me feeling loved!
Presentation class was fun, like always, and then I went over to UFC (University Fellowship Church) early because I had nothing else to do.
Piano music welcomed me as I entered the building. To my delight, it was Megan playing all on her own. She plays the keyboard and occasionally (and amazingly) the violin for the worship team.
I simply adore her and find her to be a lovely human being. I much enjoy her company and will miss her when she graduates next term. I deposited my things in my usual seat and joined her by the piano. We talked a little and I found out that next term we'll be in the same French class, which was wonderful news! Since next term is the last term I will get to see her (for sure as far as I know), it's nice to know I'll get to see her more regularly. This was very happy news. I told her she must sit by me and she said okay.
When the other UFC people showed up with their sound equipment, I decided to help out. I carried in two monitor speakers (one in each arm) and a heavy box. My arms were dead. For hours. I couldn't even hold up my phone for long before my arms started to drop to my sides. It was so difficult and I knew I'd feel it in the morning. (I have very sore sholders and upper arms, but am otherwise surprised it's not worse). I was surprised how quickly my arm strength was drained from me just from carrying in those two things. I wasn't out of breath so much as my muscles just wore out. I don't think I've experienced that (at least not to that degree) before.
This did not hinder me from being very social last night (which is a little unusual for me as I'm more an introvert than an extrovert) and later getting a hug from Megan (who always gives big, tight hugs).
When I returned to Kathleen's house, I had some food and watched an episode of the Walton's before I went to bed.
I was sleepy when I went to bed, but had trouble falling asleep and then staying asleep. I woke up around 5:45 a.m. needing to go to the bathroom, though I suspect that wasn't the only factor. The hallway has laminate flooring and when Kathleen leaves her bedroom light on and door open, it reflects perfectly under the crack of my door and right into my eyes. It's a bad set up, really, and probably partially responsible for some migraines. I did get up to go and went right back to bed, but sleep was not easy to come by, so I ended up sleeping in again. I'm trying to do so less.
My goal for today was to write some stories for my class, but I haven't had much luck. I was going to call one place, but got way too shy and then Kathleen returned from her errands and I sort of just chickened out. I've since sent e-mails but have yet to get a response. I'd like to cover SOMETHING, though. :\ I need 4 stories. It's week 8. Baaaaad. I went all the way into town to talk to some people about the new City Hall they're building, but first I was directed to the basement, then all the way up to the third level of the building, and then the receptionist misinterpreted what I needed and it took so long just for me to get a business card and not actually talk to anybody. SIGH. I'm not feeling too good about it, which is BAD. ugh. Maybe I'm in the wrong profession? I don't know. :\ Now I'm just sitting on campus writing this because I wanted to talk about something good, but talking about this kind of just put me down again. Today isn't as good as yesterday. Kathleen also informed me that her house will be inspected (as we're in the pending process of selling it) at 8 a.m. That's kind of early for me. I usually hit the snooze button on my alarm that's set for 8 a.m. but they want me up and dressed (probably fed, too) by then. Do. Not. Want. Why do they want to inspect the house so early?
Kathleen requests prayer that the inspection doesn't reveal any big problems that would break her financially. In fact, it would be great if nothing was wrong with her house at all. That would make things go by so much smoother. We're supposed to move on March 8th. It'll be nice once it's all over and done.
Well, I should get off and get some food. Thanks for reading.
Basically yesterday was excellent because it involved communication with Beth, I got a new scooter as a gift, found out an admired friend of mine will be in my class next term and I was in an excellent mood despite having overworked my arms to the point of weakness (for hours, it was weird).
Today I didn't get enough sleep, my attempts to get story interviews have failed, and I don't really feel quite so peppy (since I will have to inconveniently be up extra early tomorrow for a stupid house inspection).