School, CD's, and Spaghetti.

Well then there now. Hello :) Tomorrow it'll be two weeks since I came home (WEIRD), and I'll be starting my 3rd week of school. (Also weird.) School always goes so fast in the beginning... everything starts at the same time. VC doesn't scare me this year, though. I think it's because I'm an actual college student, so I feel like I have a right to be there. I'm not a scared little undercover-homeschooled-high-schooler anymore. It might also be the fact that my idea of being "scared" has changed considerably in the past months. Weeks, at least. Prague pretty much handed me everything at once - so not only did I learn to depend on God for everything (the hard times are when you realize that you really do HAVE to), but I also learned alot about myself: how I deal with things, that is. So. All that to say... growth has been achieved, and VC is silly.

Speaking of growth, I grew my nails out a bit while I was gone (they actually started to look pretty respectable), but somehow with the beginning of school, they've disappeared. It depresses me.

I made a CD for Amelia yesterday. Making CD's is surprisingly fun... I see why you like to do it, Katrine ;) Although I think (in my own case anyway) that it mostly stems from the imperialistic urge to spread good music.

My cat just jumped up on me and my black shirt is now all hairy. Ugh.

I've been thinking a lot about college lately - seeing as how this might be my last year at home and all. I really want to know more about Seattle Pacific, cause that looks pretty cool. There's only so much you can tell about a school from its website, though. I'll have to find somebody who went there and have talks. Biola looks cool too, but I'm not so wild about the idea of La Mirada... LA county is pretty much the armpit of the state. Though it would be really fun to be in a program like Torrey. I just kinda feel like it's time for me to go some place. Anyway, it's been on my mind.

Well, I oughtta go start the spaghetti before Mom and Dad come home from church. (Kate and I left before sunday school, seeing as how we don't really have a class.) I think that was the thing I missed most about home: Sunday Spaghetti. I also think I'm the only Mueller aside from Dad to still like it. But that's their problem, not mine. ;) Ciao.