Bah. I am discouraged today.
Firstly, my LUSH order, containing three Yule presents, will not be coming in until "right before New Years'." Because when I ordered on the 14th, the website did not mention that the cutoff they listed for Christmas orders was actually Ground Express. Nope. And because it's already on a pallet ready to ship, I can't upgrade the shipping. Which means I may lose my window of opportunity with which to use one of those gifts. Which makes me cranky.
Secondly, I got my grades. All A range except for an obnoxious B+ in Faulkner. However, this means my GPA is 3.753, and it may be mathematically impossible for me to get a 3.8 cumulative by next semester. This makes me want to huddle in a little ball somewhere and not peek my head out. I was so confident about being able to pull my grades up to Summa Cum Laude level, and now it looks like I'll be second tier. Boo hoo, cry me a river, I know. I just wanted to do better.
Thirdly, I'm ready to go back to school. Thus far this week, I've spent nine near-consecutive hours in a car with my entire immediate family (in New York City traffic, to boot), fought with my little sister over a tube of lip gloss (being around her makes me act five years old), switched sleeping quarters twice, had-to-send-out-emergency-emails-typing-l
On the plus side, we got a saltwater fishtank currently poplulated by two clownfish and a yellow tang. It's really pretty-- our cats are entranced. Tomorrow, I have to help Mike pull off a dinner party, and Saturday, we'll be all over creation doing the family thing. As for today, I'm going to bake, because I promised Jeff cookies.
But still. Meh. I'm whiny as hell today. Please disregard me.
Firstly, my LUSH order, containing three Yule presents, will not be coming in until "right before New Years'." Because when I ordered on the 14th, the website did not mention that the cutoff they listed for Christmas orders was actually Ground Express. Nope. And because it's already on a pallet ready to ship, I can't upgrade the shipping. Which means I may lose my window of opportunity with which to use one of those gifts. Which makes me cranky.
Secondly, I got my grades. All A range except for an obnoxious B+ in Faulkner. However, this means my GPA is 3.753, and it may be mathematically impossible for me to get a 3.8 cumulative by next semester. This makes me want to huddle in a little ball somewhere and not peek my head out. I was so confident about being able to pull my grades up to Summa Cum Laude level, and now it looks like I'll be second tier. Boo hoo, cry me a river, I know. I just wanted to do better.
Thirdly, I'm ready to go back to school. Thus far this week, I've spent nine near-consecutive hours in a car with my entire immediate family (in New York City traffic, to boot), fought with my little sister over a tube of lip gloss (being around her makes me act five years old), switched sleeping quarters twice, had-to-send-out-emergency-emails-typing-l
On the plus side, we got a saltwater fishtank currently poplulated by two clownfish and a yellow tang. It's really pretty-- our cats are entranced. Tomorrow, I have to help Mike pull off a dinner party, and Saturday, we'll be all over creation doing the family thing. As for today, I'm going to bake, because I promised Jeff cookies.
But still. Meh. I'm whiny as hell today. Please disregard me.