A blog-worthy day:

When I woke up this morning, I thought it would be a normal Tuesday. Granted, Tuesday is my least favorite day of the week, but that's beside the point.

My alarm went off at 8:05 a.m. as usual. At this point each day, I make the decision whether to get up and exercise (this rarely happens) or to sleep until 8:55 a.m. (this almost always happens.) I always feel more energized and awake when I get up and work out, but no matter. I chose to sleep in today.

I caught the Greek Court bus at around 10:05 a.m. and managed to get to my first class before the professor did. We had a conversation about a campus-wide cigarette ban that turned into a discussion about re-instating prohibition. Interesting.

Public speaking was fine, but criminology was dismal as usual. My instructor has it in for us, basically. She asked if anyone had questions about the final paper, so a girl raised her hand and asked if she would explain it more thoroughly. The instructor tells her to stay after class. Then four other people chime in and say they would like an explanation, as well. The instructor then tells them to stay after class, too. Excuse me, but what was the point of asking for questions?

Ok, here's where the day gets super fun. I walk to my car in the Bragaw lot and drive to Crossroads. I go in to apply for a job, go out to get something for my car, then lock my keys in my car. I've done that a total of four times in three years, and it's the worst thing ever. I can see the keys on the seat, but I can't get to them. TORTURE.

Here were my options:

1. Walk back to campus (I don't like to walk, so that was immediately discarded.)
2. Phone a friend.
3. My mom, dad or sister bring me a spare key.
4. I walk to my house and look for a spare and walk back. (Suggested by Kate, and as said before, I don't like to walk.)

So, I called eight people (sorry, everyone that I called. I probably sounded super desperate.) before Josh promised to come rescue me. Then, he passed the duty on to loyal Saja. So, she came to get me, then we went to my house in Cary to look for a spare key. There were keys to EVERY OTHER CAR we own, but not mine. Blah blah blah.

My parents took me back to get the car later, and luckily, no one had bashed in the window and stolen it. I'm so paranoid, I kept thinking that was going to happen. I even wondered if I had imagined the doors were locked and that they were really open and someone was going to get in and drive away. Poor Janie.

Now, I'm in my office, with Christmas lights on. I'm glad tomorrow is Wednesday and not Tuesday. Let's erase Tuesdays for good.

Oh, the places you (won't) go...

On this dreary day, I'm sitting in my room, chatting with Jennifer Blue and procrastinating. Somehow, we started talking about cat ladies, which brought us to the topic of a great book/cinematic classic: Harriet the Spy. I had completely forgotten how awesome Harriet was and how much I wanted to be like her! I remember riding around in the Tucker's light blue Astrovan that summer with our black and white marble composition notebooks pretending to be like her. I think I asked for a magnifying glass for Christmas that year. I'm going to hunt for that when I go home for Thanksgiving. And I'm probably going to buy another composition book. Oh, nostalgia.

This trip down memory lane has gotten me thinking about all the other exciting careers I hoped to have growing up. Funny how your parents and teachers always tell you you can "be anything you want to be!" Liars. Let's start with the first one: a watermelon seed planter. I realize this is not normal. Notice the terminology -- not a grower, not a farmer, but a PLANTER. Not sure where I came up with that, but I distinctly remember receiving a watermelon T-shirt for Christmas that came with a pack of seeds. I tried planting them in the backyard and to my disgust, they didn't grow. Can you believe it? There really CAN'T be any better place to grow them other than a cold backyard in a shady spot, can there?

I guess the spy/detective phase came next, heavily influenced by aforesaid spy, as well as my homegirl Nancy Drew. I think I read every single one of those books multiple times. She always managed to get out of tight spots at the last second, and man, did I want to be her. My attempt to find a secret passageway in the old house where my grandfather worked for a while was only rewarded with mouse poop, but maybe I shouldn't have given up the dream!

After I decided a career of chasing mysteries wasn't realistic, I decided on a more practical field: architecture. It didn't matter that I was (and still am) God-awful at anything that has to do with math. I was going to design some spectacular buildings. Then, with the Trading Spaces craze, I decided it would be more fun to just decorate the inside of buildings. And wah-la, I am a future interior designer, and I'm going to tell everyone and their mother.

Don't worry, we are nearing the end of my long line of career goals. In high school, I decided I was going to be a lawyer. This may have been influenced (but I hope it wasn't) by seeing Legally Blonde? I blame Luke Wilson. Then I took it to the next level: I wasn't going to be a lawyer, I was going to be a JUDGE. And, not just anywhere. I was going to be joining the mothereffing Supreme Court. So there. (Notice the young woman in the front row ^^^)

After all of this, I settled on doing something I actually have the skills to do: write. Journalism is the bomb dot com.. but then again.. so are the Supreme Court, watermelons, and Harriet the Spy. Maybe I'll never be satisfied with my career choice.

It's a wonder they don't scramble their brains...

My Christmas list: (feel free to select more than one item)

1. I've decided it is imperative that I get a golf cart or gator. No more of this walking to and from the library in the dark or hiking miles and miles back from class. I know all the tricks and paths from driving the gator last summer, so it really wouldn't be a big deal.

2. Designer jeans. I want them. Lots of them. Give them to me.

3. A camera. A really nice one. Something like 40 D. Or one of those cool cameras the photographers talk about. I want lenses, too. And an attractive National Geographic photographer to teach me how to use it. And I want to keep him.

4. A Blackberry. Or two. Silver, or red, or both. Or black. Surprise me!

5. A black Burberry coat. Delivered to me by Prince Harry.

6. Some really amazing boots. You all remember that episode of Friends. I want some like that, only more comfortable.

7. A Mac book would be nice. Plus a desktop for home use.

8. Lastly, I would like a personal trainer, chef, and stylist.

You still have a month and 11 days! Let's make it happen, people! Thanks in advance, and happy shopping!

I've done the unthinkable.

I've started wearing black and brown...together. I know I have committed a cardinal sin, but that's something I can accept. And I haven't gone overboard with this decision -- I've worn black tights with brown boots, and a black scarf with brown boots. Basically it's these boots that are causing me to make rash decisions.

One thing I do regret, however, is wearing said boots to walk to Cameron Village today when I went to apply for a job and to the library. It wasn't very far at all to walk there from Withers, but walking back to Bragaw about killed me.

On a lighter note, I am in love with Woodburn Drive off of Hillsborough Street. The houses on that road are the effing cutest I've ever seen and I've vowed to live there someday. Seriously, it's like, out of a movie or something.

I survived the week!!

I wasn't sure that I would, so I thought the fact that I did warranted a blog post. I don't know what made this week so crappy, but I think it was the fact that I didn't get back from D.C. until midnight on Sunday, so I didn't have time to prepare for it. I just felt sort of behind for the rest of the week. I've been running off of a few hours of sleep per night, I had a big criminology test, I wrote a few stories, etc. Nothing too extremely stressful, it was just a combination of everything I guess. I was in a decidedly grumpy mood, and I'm sorry to everyone who felt the wrath of Maggie grumpypants. But, it's over. And now I am sitting in my clean (thanks, T.D.E.) warm, peaceful room. It's really great. Ever since I can remember, I've always enjoyed time by myself to just sit quietly. It helps me keep going. This weekend isn't going to be too busy, which will give me some time to catch up on assignments and do some planning for the rest of the month. I am happy to report to those of you who have forgotten that after this week, we will have a two day week, then we will stuff our faces with turkey and mashed potatoes. Mmm.. the joy of Thanksgiving.
Speaking of food, I've been noticing that all of my meals consist of sugars and starches. It's getting pretty bad. I just don't have time to eat nutritious meals, or the money! It's so much cheaper to be a dollar menuaire at McDonald's than to buy fruits and vegetables and cook something! I'm rapidly depleting my immune system with the lack of vitamins, but I blame my job. And my empty bank account. sigh.

On a final note, I found out this week that my proposal for the Self-Design major was approved! I am now an International Journalism major -- my third in a year and half. I plan to keep this one -- I put too much work into the proposal to switch again.