Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice.

By the way, that IS a creepy song - meaning Hotel California, obviously. My goals today don't include writing analyses of songs, but it happens to be playing on Pandora (which is a wonderful place - did you know, by the way, that they DON'T HAVE PANDORA in Europe?? This is a disgrace.). Aaaanyway. I do think it's odd how uppity people get over music of the classic rock era. I mean when they aren't taking extreme-extremist views, they do often have good points - my father, for example, is a very intelligent man and (though he often does read too much into things) he is almost always right. This is a common topic in our household, regarding my Beatles-obsession. Though, I think there's a fine line between enjoying listening to good music and allowing it to sway your thoughts and (in some cases...) sanity.

Juuust sayin.

Labor Day Weekend always seems to come out of nowhere, and then it disappears in the same fashion. It always struck me as a little odd that we have a holiday so near to the beginning of the semester - but now that I have harder classes, I appreciate it more than words can say. Good old Labor Day. What is it even for, anyway? I mean we get an extra day to lounge around, so that's nice... but actually, I can't remember doing anything over the 3-day weekend, except yesterday. Yesterday was lovely, by the way. The whole family gathered at Papa and Ami's, which is always a fantastically good time. Then before everyone (meaning Beth, Jesse, Kate, Jon and Megan) headed back to wherever they are these days, we came home and watched Casino Royale.

Aside from that, though, I really didn't do much. I spent the days following Wednesday trying to get my mind to accept the fact that it's alright not to get an A on a math test. I find out what grade I DID get on the test tomorrow, and I have to admit I'm pretty nervous about that. Not getting A's has always been a source of trouble for me... never could learn to accept it when it happened. I've always been far too stubborn when it came to school - if I'm not interested in it, I don't try. This is why math and I never got along very well. I know I've got to step it up this semester (if I want to get a passing grade, anyway), but I have such a hard time making myself do things that I hate. Blah.

On the note of boring school, though, I took my psychology test today and got 46/50. So that was nice.

I've also been sick this weekend. I don't even know what it is - it's not a cold because I'm not all stuffed up, but my throat does hurt terribly and I've had a migraine since I woke up yesterday morning. I just hope I can get over it soon, because I can't have another fall like LAST fall - I was sick literally ALL semester long. Colds, bronchitis, pneumonia, you name it, I had it. Except mono. That one I was tested for.

I really need to figure out what I want to do with myself, school-wise, AND life-wise. I want to write, and I want to travel. That's all I know. I just need to: a) figure out how to make those things possible and b) figure out how I'd pay for that. Rotten old money. I wish I could just be like Bert in Mary Poppins, and have a different profession every day, and just travel around that way. "What did I tell ya? There's the whole world at your feet. And who gets to see it but the birds, the stars, and the chimney sweeps."

Well. I should probably get my head out of the clouds and start doing the boring things that boring adults think are important. We'll humor them for now. S'long.