Long Time, No See.

Wow.  It's been a while since I've written last.  Since then I have:
-found myself a job at a biochemistry lab at the UW
-graduated (!!)
-seen Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 (midnight showing, simply amazing!)
-got my hair cut short (though I think I'll grow it out again)
-got my nose pierced
-and have in every way possible tried to make my mother kick me out.  (I haven't been doing this intentionally.)

Ok.  that's it. Not much to do at work today.  Ha.
Friday!

Graduation!

In exactly one week from today, I will graduate from high school.  Isn't that insane?  It was just yesterday that I had years left...I have no motivation to finish my last days of high school.  It's not like I have any exams to take, all I have to do is pretend to pay attention.
Anyways.
Happy Summer!

Organization is LIFE.

Maybe it's taken me a while to figure this out, but one characteristic of a successful population is organization.  Organization of people, houses, jobs, books in libraries, even shoes at your local DSW store.  But I think chaos is a little healthy every once in a while.  Chaos isn't productive, unfortunately, so most people won't agree with me.
Psychology is a subject that desperately wants to be organized, but in no way shape or form can one organize all the psychological disorders out there.  It just won't happen.  I took the AP Psychology exam today and I never want to think about it ever again.
Ok.  Not true.  I just don't want my teacher to teach it ever again.
One down.  Four to go.

College. *GASP*

I have finally decided.  I'm going to UW-La Crosse, majoring in Pre-Professional Engineering and minoring in German.  Yay!  That decision is no longer hanging over my head. 
Now to think about AP tests.
AH!

-_-

Using the words of a good friend of mine: "Today is an angry day."  Scholarship applications are due Friday and of course I procrastinated.  That's what seniors do best.  Calculus is frustrating, but I think it's making a little more sense now.  And I'm just plain tired. 

I can't wait for spring break.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

A year ago today, I was in Germany.  A year ago today, it was my dad's birthday.  Now it's just another day, albeit one with awful weather, with just a hint of sadness behind the date on the calendar.  My dad's favorite cake was carrot and he was always elusive when it came to gift ideas.  I think Christmas of '09 he told me of a few books he wanted, but that was probably the most I got out of him.  He would turn 48 today.  Friday night I heard the most wonderful piece of music called "Blessings."  It was in four movements and had a poem for each one.  A poem of mother to son on the day of his birth, a poem of father to daughter when she's a day old, father to son as a young child, and mother to daughter on the day when all parents need to let go.  It was played by a band with solo cello and oboe and it definitely made me tear up.  I felt sick all day today--not sure if I'm coming down with something or if I didn't have the energy to be productive on this emotional day.  I feel for all children who lose their parents both young and old.  Someone so strong and with such an impact on your life suddenly gone is the worst feeling. 
I think the weather agrees with me today.
Happy Birthday, Dad.

What do you do with an abundance of eggs?

Very simple, I think.  Make lots and LOTS of breakfast food.  Friend's of our's dropped off two dozen eggs just after we bought a dozen.  We made french toast and omelets for dinner, and I think good ol' scrambled eggs are in store tomorrow morning.  Or perhaps soft-boiled eggs.  Boy does that remind me of Germany.

These eggs were also a wonderful shade of yellow.  Just wonderful.