Woooo!

I got my first byline on the athletics website!

THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF A CHAPTER OF AWESOMENESS!

:)

In what I hope will be my last change of major (oh please oh please oh please), I officially enrolled in journalism school today. My advisor is one of the sweetest, most helpful people I've met thus far on campus. (Her baby daughter, Olive, and I have the same birthday.) I've come full circle and fulfilled my fifth grade dream of going to one of the best j-schools in the world. Following in my mom's footsteps, I suppose.

...except I don't EVER plan on transferring to KU :)

Woke up bright and early for pear picking with APO this morning. A couple of older gentleman bought the orchard a few years ago just for the lake, but they couldn't stand all the fruit going to waste, so they donate it to the local food bank now. Couple of good samaritans if you ask me.

Home is where the cat is

Back to blogging. Mostly because I refuse to leave the house until the temperature goes below 100 degrees, which keeps me confined until dark.

Is it a little sad that I was excited to pick up my textbooks today? That was until I got back home and started leafing through my TEN lit books, none of which seem even remotely interesting. I instantly got on the Internet and started perusing other possible majors. But if I'd like to graduate at some point in the near future, it looks as if I better stick with English. Let's just hope my professors are awe-inducing and balance out the blah-ness of the reading material. Don't get me wrong, I'd read all day everyday if I could... but Renaissance poetry and dear old Shakespeare just aren't my cup of tea.

I'm (almost) moved in to my new duplex. I'm cleverly finding dozens of other things to do besides unpacking those last few boxes. This is my third address in a year, so I'm very adamantly putting down roots so I can avoid repeating this process any time soon. The place definitely has its quirks... we're down the road from a fire station, so sirens are an everyday occurrence. Our back-door neighbors have had a party every night this week. The downstairs toilet has a mind of its own. But home is where the heart is, right? And where the cat is, of course.

Greta - my overlap between Home #1 and Home #2 :)