In the next few months, Casey's unit is going to be reassigned to Baghdad. FUCK.

Another thing stolen from maleficent

In 2007, ( Read more... )

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

I’ve been so busy lately that I entirely forgot about updating this. Finals are coming up next week, and due to a rather unfortunate schedule in that regards, I’ll be staying on here for the entire week and going home on Saturday. I was able to get my major changed, and despite making the decision rather late in the semester, was able to get into ( Read more... )

After several weeks of mentally veering between being very certain that I chose the correct major for me and being depressingly certain that I did not, I have decided to arrange a meeting with the head of ISU’s history department and inquire as to what I need to do to change my major to History. I’ve decided that, while I do love animals, I really ( Read more... )

After reading maleficent’s latest post, I re-realized how much I want to start some sort of European history group at ISU. Perhaps it’s the thought that historical inaccuracies and outright lies are being perpetuated as fact by no less a group than the Yeomen Warders, or the thought that there just might be others in this area (lovingly referred to as a “ ( Read more... )

The past several days have been somewhat hectic, but not altogether bad. I received an email from Casey, and he sounds incredibly lonely. The email also reminded me that I have yet to work out my exact feelings for him.

Other than that, it's my birthday....yay, I'm out of the teenage years.

I’ve been under a large amount of unnecessary stress for the past week that has finally been alleviated by a tentative change in my college plans. I realized that it’s going to be next to impossible to get all my classes done for my animal science degree over the next three semesters. To do so would mean to load myself with so many classes that my ( Read more... )

While studying for a chem exam, I began listening to Loreena McKennitt's rendition of "The Highwayman." Once again I realize that this is one of about three poems that make me cry ( Read more... )

Several members of the Celtic Dance Society went to a Gan Bua concert in Des Moines. The concert lasted four hours, and was great. At one point, towards the end, two of our party decided to get up and dance (they weren’t the only ones), and I ended up getting pulled out into the center of the audience with them for a short, impromptu reel. The ( Read more... )