Anan's (not-so) Randomness!

(I already wrote all this and then the %^*&@#*@#* computer bleeped it so bear with me...)

I realized something rather notable this afternoon. I've always known that I'm a workaholic, but I never thought about how that could apply to my education. A fashion major involves alot of things that I already know how to do... it's still work but it's become almost mindless. If I'm going to devote four years of my time, and my funds, to something, I want it to be something I can learn from. Certainly there are things I could learn in a Fashion Design program, but they're all things I could teach myself just as easily. All the famous Fashion Designers I've read about didn't even major in fashion! They majored in things like journalism...

No, I don't want to study journalism (though I do spend far too much time considering how to imporve our local lousy newspaper...) Studying organ has popped back up again. An organ major is even more labor-intensive than a fashion design major. That's great because I don't want the easy way out. There are quite a few things about organ/music in general that I have to work very hard at. Such as counting... *grumblemumble* It's not that I can't do it, but it takes alot of work. Therein lies the challenge! Ta-ran-ta-ra! Whereas I can easily rattle off the short list of things I could learn from a fashion program, I can hardly begin to do so when it comes to organ.

Yes, I'm insane. Stop making those weird faces, you'll get stuck that way.

To restate my point: I don't want to take the easy route! Isn't it convenient to think of just majoring in something I already know something about? Yes, but it's hardly interesting at all, though it would certainly be fun... Seriously. Do you want your college education to be four years of being bored by "learning" things you've already mastered? Hmmmm? Fess up now... and suffer my centure.

It is true that I have a head-start on studying organ, unlike many other organ majors, but it's hardly equal to my advantage in sewing.

My "tentative plan" is to go ahead and apply to Stephens college and if I'm accepted and get good scholarships then I will consider it, but I'll go ahead and apply for places like Valpo (*gasp* yes,yes, theology... bleh), and Notre Dame as well. Sadly not Hillsdale or Bethany... :-(

Random note: "Jo" always said that the folks at ND weren't very "good Catholics", but I prefer mediocre Roman Catholicism to sadly deteriorating Lutheran theology anyday... <hides from Valpo fans> Go ahead and be offended BTW.

I just finished listening to a CD compiled by none other than the Most Right Reverend Doctor Richard Stuckwisch. I thoroughly enjoyed it... but not for the reasons you might expect.

I was not pleased that some of the songs were on there. I mean, I like the songs themselves, but since Pastor picked them out specifically and put them on a CD for me it made me jump up and down and growl, "OOooooo Pastor! You're in BIG trouble!"

It all made sense and made me happy up until #11... and #12... and #15 I think. These songs made sense as well but they both ripped my heart out and made my blood boil. Oooo.... How could someone pinpoint those *exact songs* that would make me squirm in my seat? Hmmm?

After "My Life Is A Country Song" I was ready for it to be over but then I heard it... "I'm Good" by Bucky Covington. It starts out something like: "I've got my eyes on the deacon's daughter" and it goes on from there... I love that song. And yet... It just isn't right that Pasto' should put it on a CD for me! Hmph!

I can make it clear enough that I loved the CD, at least because it was so great at teasing me, and as a certain sage once said, "You know, we tease you alot, but you don't seem to really mind."

Most notably, all the songs on the CD were sung by male singers. I smell a rat (or maybe even a dead fish).

-Annabelle who is going back to sewing now and won't check her email for at least 20 hours...

...So after dinner I started "waltzing" around the Great Room (Great Rum?) with my water glass and singing what I know of that song from Sleeping Beauty. The one where they're dancing around in a forest. Martin said something like "She's going crazy!" and I had to agree.

I just thought y'all might appreciate that. Gaaaaaah! The smileys won't work! ":-|  Work! ":-|  Hmph.

http://www.stephens.edu/

This place is pretty awesome as far as I can tell. It even has a vintage fashion library!!! <can't breath> But... it's in Columbia MO... Could we start a Christ on Campus ministry there??? Puleeeze??? :p It's garunteed to be pretty feminist since it's a ladies college, and I couldn't survive that without a good church in the area. Did I mention that it's girls-only? (How great is that? Hehehe...)

I'm pretty much just dreaming at this point, it doesn't really mean anything.

Oh and I haven't had much of a chance to experiment with the PFAFF... <sniff> I did get to put in a zipper!! It was really exciting.

Ha! I can't tell you! <does a happy little jig> Let's just say I'm so happy I could burst. I'm incredible relieved! I have a perpetual smirk  frozen on my face! I was right all along! I'm so happy I could hug almost everyone I know! (sadly, most of you are far away.) I've been bouncing around the house all morning! And I still can't tell you why! Oh the joy! Oh the beauty of it all! <sigh> I'm feeling incredibly mischevious... So beware! Or don't, and you shall suffer from my glee. In fact I'm feeling so ornery that I'll even post this picture!

Figger out what *that's* about! <bursts into song> Happy, happy, happy! We are all so happy! We're happy to be happy so we say, hey, hey, hey! Happy, happy, happy! We are all so happy! We're happy to be happy so we say, H-A-P-P-Y! H-A-P-P-Y! Happy, happy, happy, happy, hey!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I must take my happy, "disgustingly appealing", self off to do school work. <bounces away singing Alleluia> 

http://www.potterybarn.com/products/p10308/index.cfm?pkey=xsrd0m1%7C20%7C%7C%7C1%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7Crustic%20wood%20accents&cm%5Fsrc=SCH

So... If pottery Barn can sell what appears to be sections of telephone poles for $200 and $250, what's to prevent us from doing so? I believe I have a calling in this business! I could still call them "reclaimed-wood stools" couldn't I? Surely my brothers will be eager to help sell these lovely hunks of wood.  It seems that they're the perfect perch for iPod speakers as well! Perfect!

::runs off to find some old telephone poles::

Yesterday I did something that made Cecilia smile. I can't remember the last time she smiled because of something I did. She was upset because she wasn't able to sing LSB #880 in church last night so when I got home I jumped on the organ and played it so she and Mom could sing it proper-like. She had also fallen down all the stairs... and she was happy enough to smile even despite that!

Stefan drank a whole 4 oz. bottle just now. I think it's the first time. Mom isn't here today and she was sure that he would be miserable. Ha!

I need to go sew like the maniac that I am. :p

Growing up is such a pain. I mean there were the growing pains back when I was phisically growing UP... But now there's things like a job and stuff. What's really annoying is that most of my friends are either two year older or younger than me. So some of them are in college and are busy all the time (most likely with *real* people etc. and not just a computer screen) and some of them are even more carefree than me and have almost no commitments.

One ornery part of me wants to be over and done with homeschool and go out of state for a nice fibertastic college (*not* collage) education. The less ornery and considerably more agreeable part of me wants to stay in town forever and never leave my family, church, and local friends. At this point the ornery side bursts in and says "Tough! They'll just have to live without you 'cuz you want to ESCAPE!!!!" Ahem. That isn't entirely true. <sigh>

Some of my older than me pals forget that I'm only 16 (*only*? I never thought I would say such things back when I was 7). Last fall they had already decided which college I was going to and that I would be rooming with Heidi Mae... I had to burst their bubble and remind them that I'm two years younger than her.

Dearest Maggie is going to be staying in South Bend and attending Bethel so there's no hope of her eventually joining me wherever I go. (Yes, I've ruled out Bethel.) That just stinks.

Now I need to go practice organ and such because I'm stinkin' commited to playing some of the service on Sunday. I don't mind playing... It's being commited to something that irks me. Does that even make sense? Oh well.