Kiss & Cry

It's here, the most dreaded week of the school year. Not Spirit Week (that's #3, trailing behind Stick 'Em and...), but Finals Week! I think it deserves to be capitalized, don't you? Anyhow, I've got plenty to do, but I'm not too stressed. Two finals (O Chem, Genetics), plus my juries. Not too bad, right? I've got a load of Chem homework to do, though. But I'm not worried. So, I don't have much to blog about. Not that I haven't done anything fun, because that afternoon at Anne's was simply marvelous. I guess this is just going to serve as a tying of loose ends blog. That's very much what this week is shaping up to be. Finishing up school, turning in last assignments, taking last tests, moving out, saying temporary (or not so temporary) Bon Voyage's' to friends.  I don't have much else to write about. School is almost over.

Some thing I'll miss - friends, my room (I really do like my little setup), the clean air of Redding. I'll miss Redding, too. I don't get to see it too often, only in rare glimpses, but there's something about it I like. But at least I'll be returning home, a truly wonderful place. I love Riverside. I didn't when I lived there, though. But when I came to Simpson and came home for my first few breaks, I was in love. Being away from my home put it into clear perspective. It just used to be a smoggy, hot place - now it's a place of possibilities! I really do love and adore Riverside. If you couldn't live there anymore, so would you. Moreover, I learned how much, despite certain contentions, my family is wonderful. I just pray that I remember this over the summer. Note to self: YOU LOVE THEM.

So, Organic chem final done. I hope I did well, but I never know. I really, REALLY want a good score on my Genetics exam, so I'm going to have to buckle down for that soon. In the meantime, while I have you all here... THESE BLASTED FEATHER-THINGS! I don't know how prolific they are in the Southern (and better) part of the state, but what is with this madness?! Why don't you just go spear a hawk in the Mojave and pluck some of his feathers and weave them into your hair? That is legitimately cool. Getting manufactured feathers and paying to have them stuck in your hair for three months is not. WHY DOES NO ONE SEE THIS? Those are you (you know who you are EMILY, ANNE, BECCA!) who have fallen pray to this... I do't even know what, my apologies at your misfortune.

But Becca knows better. In fact, our conversation went a little something like this roughly():

C: I HATE those feathers... it's like, for THREE MONTHS.
B: I'm thinking of getting some.
C: My face, I swear.
B: I thought about it at the beginning of the semester, you know.
C: NO. I will not talk to you if you have those in your hair. They're awful!
B: This is the way you're going to parent, isn't it? Refuse to talk to them, saying, 'If you don't do this, I'll never speak to you again'?
C: I think so; I already threatened my mom I'd dye my hair blond with magenta streaks if she quits her physical therapy.
B: Let me dye your hair.
C: She said she would never talk to me if I ever died my hair... (realization) You see where I get it from now, don't you?
B: I do. Doesn't Emily have feathers too, though? ...You still talk to her.
C: My face.
B: Becca's face.
C: You know, she got them before I knew it. It was to late.
B: DOUBLE STANDARD! Will you talk to Anne?
C: ...
B: TRIPLE STANDARD!
C: You know what, they're awful! AWFUL!
B: You're just being stupid. You now, I didn't like Porco Rosso (one of my favorite movies). But I don't say anything about it. Like feathers, it's a lifestyle choice, Courtney. I don't say anything about your lifestyle choice.
C: You told me you hated it.
B: That was once.
C: WE ONLY WATCHED IT ONCE! I'd have to see those things for THREE MONTHS! You only had to watch Porco Rosso for (if my DVD is to be believed) 93 minutes!
B: You're being stupid.
C: What am I supposed to do? String Porco Rosso in my hair like those stupid feathers, have a DVD danging in my hair?
B: Yes!
C: I JUST MIGHT DO IT!

And that's it for now... And in closing.

Toodle Pip.