Broken Shards of Glass

Today in marketing, I turned in my test in the first 30 minutes of the 75 minute class, like usual, and my teacher wanted to talk to me. She was like, "What's your major?"
"Accounting."
"Oh, well, you should get a minor in marketing. It's only 3 more classes!"

I was like- you have got to be kidding me. After hating it this whole semester, WHY on earth would I want to put myself through more of it? Apparently I'm good at it, though, or at least good at taking her tests. So I declined her suggestion with a polite and truthful, "I already have a minor in information systems" and then she got all upset that would not be joining her dark side.

At last! Having minor and using it for conversational leverage has paid off! HAHA

I just thought that was funny because I'm good at things I don't particularly enjoy. Same goes for configuration class, but at least that one's gotten a lot better for a certain reason. I just feel like a lot of the irony in my life is like John Donne's metaphysical poetry. It's just a feeling.

Boston: It's MORE than a feeling!

And since it was rainy today and I refused to have another Friday afternoon incident (the drenched accounting notes were THE last straw), I decided to walk to school with my umbrella. I had good times with my playlist:
1. In the Dirt by S. Carey
2. A Little's Enough by Angels and Airwaves
3. Of Course You Would by Allie Jansen

Which reminds me: there shan't be anymore lace. The lace has lost its appeal because it never wants to spend any time with me. It's always "some other time" and this week is always "terrible" and there's always a "project" to be done. And I know that people aren't perfect, but if you can't take out one hour of your entire weekend to see me, then you're not as awesome as I thought you were.

True story.
At least it was fun while it lasted.

In other news, I have been wanting to play Roller Coaster Tycoon recently. But even more than that- I've been wanting to apply all of my business skillz to it and totally win and pwn each park. I mean, if you think about it (read: take all of the fun out of it), playing that game is like being manager of your own awesome enterprise. You have the financial side with the loans and what roller coasters would be the best "investments" (you could even calculate ROI- OMG!) and then you have the customer service with the handymen and the security guards, and you even have the marketing with the advertising and landscaping. But then you also have to have the technical skills to build a really awesome roller coaster that has just enough excitement points to outweigh the nausea points. The key: roll banking.

I would just love to play that game with a business-oriented mind. It would either ruin it for me, or make it totally awesome.

I was reading about the postal service today, what services they offer online and how they sell stamps in retail stores now, and it got me thinking (oh no). Has anyone ever tried to counterfeit stamps before? It seems like it would be pretty easy to do, since they're only like 1" x 1" stickers. They're not of very intricate design, and it's not like they have a counterfeit-stamp-checking-marker-thingy (or do they?). Since manufacturing costs would be relatively low and so would selling price (because you'd have to undercut the 43 cents a stamp because otherwise, there would be no point), but after establishing some primary demand, I think you'd be able to make a decent margin.

Not that I'm condoning this, but I wonder if anyone has ever thought about it before.
*shrug*

And I have a couple of pictures for you today, and both of them deal with fame, so I'm trying to decide which one would be more awesome to you. Let's start with open mic night.

You should know this: I did not cry. Did not even come close! I actually could do dynamics, and have tone, and BLEND with Amanda! Looking out over the audience, I actually thought to myself, "This is fun!" It was very encouraging! I might even go out on my own after such a spectacular experience. And here's some photographical evidence, provided by bff Mike:






This is why Mike and I are bffs:

Me: We never said where we were meeting on Monday for our group.
Mike: Yeah- we're just...meeting!
Me: Should we get a room? Yeah, let's get a room.
Mike: Allie, I didn't know you were like that!







And then Mary Hope bought us flowers, but I have no vase, so here are my tulips...in Gatorade bottles rescued from Archana's trash can! Aren't they pretty?















So that's pretty cool.
And now the other awesome thing:

MY FACE IS ON THIS BANNER:













Look at me, representin'!

It's a screenshot of the PDF because I didn't know how else to turn it into a jpeg. But yeah- the banner will be bigger than I and will be displayed this summer at orientation sessions. And that's really all there is to say about that.

I feel like I need to address the Poodle Skirts from the 1950s. Normally, I'm in favor of old-school and retroclassical (that's not even a word) styles, but poodle skirts have got to be one of the worst ideas ever engendered. Such things as that only belong at Elvis concerts and costume parties. Also, I don't know how people can wear rain boots with shorts. It just seems like the most effective and efficient way to get a blister, and that's not an often-sought goal.

I found it interesting that I'm not homesick anymore. I can even listen to, play and sing Taylor Swift's "Never Grow Up" song without crying! I think I've learned to compartmentalize and separate the emotion from the song, which kind of defeats the purpose of art (wait a minute- there's a purpose of art?), but for performance, this is very important. It also helps that I have good friends here now. And a sewing machine.

How many letters do you want behind your name when you grow up?

3,
T.T.