"Anan's (not so) Randomness!"

I don't think I have anything much to say. Other than to tell y'all that Gmail won't let me sign in and it's making me velly annoyed. It lets Mom and TMSJW sign in but not Anan. Hmph. So if you've emailed me on Gmail in the past two days then I can't read it. Whatev'

Oh and yes, I felt the earthquake this morning. And then I felt the after shock afterwards.* Nobody else at Paradise Lutheran Academy felt the aftershock. Ha! It was very noticable... if you were on the second story. It's hard not to notice when your whole bedroom is sort of jumping up and down.

I achieved my first sunburn (on my arms that is, I already burned my face) today. Fun fun.

Stefan is screaming so I really should do something about it. :-D

*Note that the aftershock came afterwards instead of beforehand. Thought I should say it again.

Duh. (Swedish for duh)

Note:  There have been a couple occasions on which I tried to "send a message" in my blogging. I repent and apologize, but I'm not going to delete those posts either. "Of A Workaholic" was not one of those posts. But now I realize that when I restated my main point I started ranting on something that has been bugging me alot so I was no longer just thinking of my own vocational decisions and that wasn't uummm... decent of me. Too late now.

There are other things that factor into this whole organ major thing. I'm still going through the internal strife of wondering whether I want to stay closer to home or not. (I can't even begin to explain my thoughts, and anyway, I'm afraid of people's comments.) "Notably" there are many more choices of schools that offer organ programs that would be closer to South Bend,  than reasonable schools that offer fashion design.

IU Bloomington is the only college I know of that offers both. But I'm not totally thrilled with the fashion program.... I'll admit that it offers the essentials, but as far as I can tell it concentrates on theatre costumes, at least for the assignments, and you are required to help with theatre productions. Double bleck.

Columbia University Chicago offers fashion design, but it's just as expensive (if not more so) as Stephens and it's in the city. Bleck. It *would* be closer though. 

But as I've said in previous posts... maybe I *do* want to get away! Just to be indepentant for a time. Sometimes I foolishly think that it will help me get over things that have been bugging me, but that's ridiculous. :p Silly Anna.

Part two...

I scream in the middle of the night. ALL THE TIME. I used to do it alot and then for a year or so I didn't... untill recently. It makes me so mad! I keep waking Stefan up but not myself, so Mom has to get up with him. I don't know what's up that I've started screaming again. Like I'm more disturbed than usual or something. I think I'll go sleep on the couch tonight. :-(

(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.

Not only does it make me think of a cool pop song (Paint it Black by Vanessa Carlton), but it's what I'm sewing and how I'm feeling. Not just grey, but black.

My nose feels red and today I'm going by Rudolf. Except I don't think Rudolf's nose hurt as much as mine does.

I doubt I'll be able to get any biking done this week. It's not that I can't make time but rather that I shouldn't go by myself and Erik isn't always around to play escort. So I'm doomed to run back and forth through the woods like a maniac or just pace around the house. Boys have it easy, their mommies don't care if they go out biking in the country, or at least I don't see that happening (the worrying that is). I *know* that boys are allowed to bike alone in the city. Hmph. I supposed using my spinning wheel would be better than nothing, but it's so stationary! I want to *GO* somewhere! And not out for pizza, grease and oil are banned from my sight.

*Exits pursued by an umbrella-ella-ella-a-a-umbrella*