Because this is the end of my senior year at university and I've been lazy about blogging...

I used to make a rainbow schedule for every finals week.  It didn't feel right going into this week without one, so here it is:

I can't believe it's over.  Everything that's happened in the last 4 years.  I am nowhere near the same person I was, and I am nothing but grateful for the changes.

Because I won't let myself go a month without posting...

What the heck happened to March?! Seriously. It is just gone... In like a lion and out like a cheetah, apparently.

In other news, I am full steam ahead for my last month of university. Can I get a woop-woop!?!

Heading home today for Mom's epic birthday party. I am freaking stoked!(also freaking stoked about her present but I can't spoil that on the Internet so shhhh....)

I hope to have something interesting to blog about one of these days, but today is not that day.

Also, I have an unusually high amount of energy for 8:30 in the morning... I'm all bouncy and stuff. Maybe I should put this energy to good use and pack to go home, or something. That sounds like it'd be a good idea... I just really. Hate. Packing.

Welp. I'm off.

New Favorite

I've just realized something that I don't think a lot of people understand about me.

When I say "new favorite," I don't mean that thing is taking the place of my old favorite. Rather, it is joining the list of my favorite things.

For example, when I say that Tom Hiddleston is my new favorite British actor, I don't mean he is replacing Benedict Cumberbatch or Jude Law or Jack Davenport. I simply mean that he is new on the list of favorite British actors.

Update: If there are any other Amber-isms that you don't quite understand, please tell me and I shall do my best to translate them. I think it would be a fascinating study of myself.

I've come to the conclusion that I own way too many notebooks. And at any given time I am actively using at least three. So. When I graduate and fill my current journal, I am switching down to one, or two max. One for journal, to-do list, and story ideas. Another for whatever story I happen to be writing at the moment. No more than that. Everything can either go into one notebook or the other. The end.

I've always wondered, do I blush when I'm embarrassed?

Because I've never known. People rarely, if ever, say "You're blushing!" to me, and I have a natural redness in my cheeks anyway so it all gets very confusing.

So I texted that very question to the eight people who are most likely to know - and text back.

I've listed their replies anonymously, but if you were one of the eight you will, of course, recognize your own reply.

Question: do I blush when I'm embarrassed?

Responses:

• Not that I've noticed.
• I don't think so.
• Your cheeks are rosy, it's very difficult to answer that question! I don't really know if you are embarrassed that often around me. But my first response it to say no, you don't blush when you're embarrassed. But I definitely do, so that makes me want to say that you do.
• Yeah. You do. But you also have natural blush.
• Sometimes yes. Why?
• Your breathing changes and you clench your teeth more than blush, but there is still a slight color change. Then again it could just be that I haven't seen you in extremely embarrassing circumstances.
• Umm, depends on the level of embarrassment. You generally don't get embarrassed around me, so...
• Yes.

"And the Oscar goes to..." Apparently no one else knows if I blush either. Okay, a few people definitely know. But does this answer my question? No, not really.

Othello

I've been reading Othello today (I'm currently on my break between acts III and IV). I did not expect to love it this much. I'm not sure what it is that makes me enjoy it so much (*cough-Iago-cough*), but I am really loving it. I've been reading it out loud, which is extremely fun. I switch accents around and stuff, sometimes I make Othello Scottish and stuff. It's great fun.

I wish I could find an online version to watch, but I can't find anything and my "usual sources" have since been...removed.

I have to do an assignment for Script Analysis based on this play, but the only thing I know about it is "who is the protagonist?" I've been reading and trying to make an argument for Othello or Iago. Right now it's seeming like Iago to me, because the protagonist is the main character, and he seems to be a bit more main than Othello. But, I'm only halfway done so we'll see.

Early to bed...

...and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

Mom always used to go on about "You're cranky because you're tired," or "Everything always seems worse when you're tired." As a little kid, I didn't believe her.

Boy, do I believe her now.

Yesterday, I woke up at 6:30. I called my brother and I ate breakfast. I took a shower and made my bed and got dressed, and I didn't even have class until 1:00. And yesterday was good.

But last night I didn't sleep well. Then I slept in till 9:00 and felt like crap all day. I was tired and just didn't want to do anything.

I think tonight will be an early night, and I'll try again tomorrow to be good. Because Monday and Tuesday were good. If Thursday and Friday are good as well, I'll have had a successful week. That is the master plan.

The First Day of My Last Semester

I will generally have four classes on a Monday, but I only had three today because choir hasn't started yet. They need time for newbies to audition and whatnot.

First class today was Piano. It's just a continuation of

I had Script Analysis this morning, one of two theatre electives I'm taking. I am SO excited for this course. I had two different friends tell me I should take it. I am a bit apprehensive, though. It's a freshman theatre majors course. Yep. It's going to be...interesting, to say the least. My notes from today say "Yay, theatre majors, yay." They probably assume I'm a freshman theatre major as well. I kind of want to stand up and say, "Hi. I'm a senior. And an English major. Just FYI." But we shall see. I think the professor would like me, if I could be bothered to speak up. But I already have spoken up once, and it's only the first day, so I'd say that's progress, especially for me.

Oh, did I mention she's British? Yeah. She's cute. I've heard some students complain about her, but students complain about all the teachers I like. Such is life. Today she reccommended we watch the version of Hamlet starring David Tennant. I have a feeling she and I will get along fabulously.

Then I had Intro To Film, the second of my theatre electives. I started off this class singling myself out as "the smart girl," which isn't exactly a bad thing. It's just weird because I don't speak up in class.

EPIPHANY: I don't speak up in English classes. Because I know that people are smarter than me, and I know that I kind of sound like an idiot. But I can speak up in these classes because I actually feel smart. Yay me!!

Okay, so here's what happened. The professor stood up at the front and said, "I'm going to recite a poem about how books are awesome. Then I want to see if any of you know where it's from." Then he proceeded to recite the poem. Conversation that followed:

Prof: So, anyone know who wrote that?

Class: ...

Class: Shel Silverstein? Dr. Seuss?

Prof: Nope.

Class: ...

Me: Roald Dahl.

Prof: Yep! Anyone know what it's from?

Class: ...

Me: ...

Class: ...

Me: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Prof: Yep. It's one of the Oompa Loompa songs.

Which was ironic because I only recognized the poem because it's the lyrics to the Oompa Loompa song from the Tim Burton version. But I didn't feel the need to mention that...

I may post again tomorrow, about the classes I'm having then. We shall see. I'm trying to get back into the blogging scene.