He said what he meant and he meant what he said

Remember Professor "You-are-going-to-hell"? Well, I guess he really meant business when he told us [his beloved Counterpoint students] that we could only have one homework infraction the entire semester without having our grades subsequently (and dramatically, I might add) lowered: I just received a great big fat juicy 'B' on my transcript. Ew. It looks like a squashed bug.

But never fear! BYU loves me so much that my overall GPA didn't change one iota. Apprehension overtakes me, however, as I sense that I and my 166 credit hours' welcome is running thin. Which is why I tend to claim my degree in April [yes, yes, technically August] and fly away. Quite literally.

My Un-New Year's Resolution

I made a resolution. It is not a New Year's resolution, however. Reasons being: because my brain formulated it two weeks ago, AND because I think New Year's resolutions are for pansies. Pansies who need milestones to become motivated to do something, that is to say.

Anyhow. <--Bleh, that word is annoying. Why did I use it? ... I am quite excited about said resolution. Well, maybe 'quite excited' is a bit of an overstatement. In order to accomplish this resolution, I will have to have the following: more self-discipline, less wasting of time, and a tragic loss of a fraction of my already precious few hours of sleep. Sacrifice, ladies and gentlemen. Sacrifice.

My resolution shall commence on January 4th (no, it doesn't have anything to do with school, though that day does also happen to be the unfortunate date that time consumption resumes). If all goes well and the world still exists by June 12th, I will proudly announce to you my success. Until then, wish me luck, as I shall gladly accept it.

Ug.

So. I went to bed at 9:00! This was an amazing feat, to be sure. As soon as I laid down, I was out like a light. Ah, sleeeeeep.

I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the new day. My alarm hadn't even gone off yet, so I laid in bed, savoring a rare moment of leisure relaxation beneath my warm, cozy blankets. After a minute or two, I decided I would quickly get up and ready for the day, make some yummy waffles for breakfast, and then head to the HFAC for a few hours of good, solid practicing before my dad picked me up at noon to take me home for the rest of the weekend.

I climbed out of bed. It occurred to me that I ought to check the time, so I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and glanced down at the glowing screen as I pressed a random button.

11:34pm.

Ug.

Ug!

Ug ug.

and

Ug.

Of COURSE I should have expected such a thing. What other time do I wake up feeling refreshed and motivated, except at an hour when all productive plans are useless and foiled?

I got back in bed and tried to fall asleep.

But to no avail, as you can tell by the time of day I am posting this.

Ug.

Lord of the Engagement Rings

Yesterday while browsing the 100 Hour Board, I came across some links to one of the most excellent spoofs I have ever seen in my life, performed by Divine Comedy at BYU about two years ago. May I just say that the BYU culture has never been better captured in a Tolkien/Jackson-flavored nutshell.

Lord of the Engagement Rings, Pt. 1
Lord of the Engagement Rings, Pt. 2

If you still haven't had enough:

The Deseret Towers, Pt. 1
The Deseret Towers, Pt. 2

And if you feel incomplete without watching the whole saga:

Return of the Missionary, Pt. 1
Return of the Missionary, Pt. 2

And there was much rejoicing

as I waved auf wiedersehen to the dear old g-Pod. Oh joy, rapture, bliss! Ecstasy is mine! Good bye, garbage. Good bye, pit. Good bye, doom. Good bye, chances of an early death by toxic rubbish smotherization.

Europe-O-Meter

Is there anything more beautiful than a lavish castle nestled on a hilltop of the Bavarian Alps in Deutschland...the brilliant winter sun rising majestically over the craggy mountaintops after a peaceful, early-morning snowfall...the morning mists beginning to dispel, the snow crystals sparkling like billions of tiny diamonds...


I submit that there is not.



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Introducing the

How Badly I Want To Go Back To Europe-O-Meter!




*crash*




Sorry, even the Europe-O-Meter couldn't handle the intensity of my desire.

I liiiiiiiiiiiiive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So tell me what mortal needs my protection, Great Ancestor. You just say the word and I'm there. And let me say somethin'. Anybody who's foolish enough to threaten our family, vengeance will be miiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!

700 points extra credit if you can name that movie. (Yes, I'm a munificent extra credit point giver--munificence is just one part of my magnanimously marvelous personality.)

Psh! No, writing all those essays for my grad applications didn't give me a big head in the least. What are you even talking about?

Okay, soooooooooooo.

I officially submitted my last application at 10:55pm on Monday. (I'm not going to put any exclamation points after that sentence, because not even infinity would be sufficient.) This was such a long and grueling process (not to mention expensive--more than $600, to be exact) that now round one is over and the ball is no longer in my playing field (i.e. I'm waiting to hear back from each of the schools as to whether or not I am invited for a live audition and interview), there is an odd sort of contradictory void in my existence. Over the past few days, I have felt indestructible and free as a bird, though I have actually been buried alive by the things that were once deemed second-priority. Which was pretty much everything except grad applications. And yes, finals are next week. Eek. <---That's a word I don't use very often, so I hope you fully comprehend the gravity of my situation.

And to conclude my post, how about some random, joyous trivia?

Time remaining till I move out of the GPOD: 13 days and COUNTING.