The anticipation is excruciating. Yet the awesomeness is exciting.

p.s. Dieu’s face is hilarious.

Curse you, F21!

Forever21’s new St. Patrick’s Day promo is throwing me for a loop. Now, I may be a bit color blind or F21 is just going too far in their fashion ventures.

I’m sorry, but isn’t most of this merchandise BLUE? Maaaaybe teal, but that’s not exactly Irish Green,  is it?

I mean, I see a little green here and there, but look! There’s PURPLE and YELLOW. Compare the color of the clothes to that of the “GO GREEN” TITLE. Very little similarity.

And this:

…Just doesn’t make any sense. Forever21, you are going to get a lot of poor girls pinched. And I won’t be one of them!

Forever21 should be ashamed of itself. Here I am giving up shopping for Lent and it pulls this kind of crap?! Shame on you, FOREVER21. SHAME ON YOU.

** P.S. I’ll see you in April. **

Yes, while everyone is off tanning at the beach, cruising, or having some other kind of time of their lives, I’m at home  lounging. I’m determined to start gaining about 50% of the weight I want to lose before bikini season. Okay, I’m kidding there. I’m never in shape for bikini season, let alone pretend to work out just for it.

So far, I’ve been to Redbox twice (Into the Air was pretty cute, Coco Before Chanel was OK), I’ve played guitar covers (Jay Sean, Justin Bieber, Jesse McCartney, the basics), sang karaoke, went to a comedy club with friends, hung out with the BF, fought with the BF, rewatched The Young Victoria online, ate more junk food…

Well, the list goes on. So far, Spring Break isn’t all it’s hyped up to be. But who am I kidding? I don’t think I’ve actually HAD a real vacation-going during Spring Break ever. Maybe next year. Meh, I’m not exactly the girls-gone-wild MTV Spring Break in Cancun type in the first place.

So, I’ve decided to do what I do best on Spring Break. Relax and get fat.

I’m more a homebody anyway. A Redbox-rent-a-day-junk-food-chick-flick-blogger-wallow-in-peace kind of girl. I think I may go to the library tomorrow though and check out a few novels.

Thought this was kind of funny and ironic considering B absolutely hates Restaurant City. XD

No one knows better than UTK college students that Knoxville weather is ridiculous. It’s raining one day, snowing the next, 70 degrees another day and back to freezing sleet or ice storms within 12 hours.

Today was one of those freak sunny events after days of horrible freezing weather. Here’s a glimpse:

Funny thing about the whole situation is right before Spring Break, the sun appears. Like the light at the end of the tunnel.

In my experience, I find many young people, especially college young people, are always searching for something. But what exactly are we searching for?

The right school, the right classes, the right starting point, the right job, the right career?

I mean, are we looking for something long term, something stable? Or are we looking for something that’ll satisfy for the moment, there here-and-now.

It’s a wonder that so many of us go through life feeling incompetent. It is also another wonder why college is always sickeningly thought of as a place of “finding yourself.” But these are just thoughts.

**A note about the title** Because I’m a dork and I never go out, I have spent the past few days watching chick flicks. Among these includes one of my favorites: “My Best Friend’s Wedding.” This very hilarious quote comes from Cameron Diaz’s plea to Julia Roberts saying she can change, that she can mold into something someone needs. Whether this is true or not is up to debate. In my experience, I’m not sure I have ever really been Jell-O.

Went to group advising today, because apparently JEM has revamped its entire catalogue (and is out to get all of us undergrads in the process).

I walked in completely unprepared (although I did bring all the necessary handouts). Because it looked like a hot mess frenzy free for all in there, I was a bit overwhelmed.

See, I have been working really hard for the past 3 years. I’ve changed my major and college once, done the summer school thing and even had a tutor because I was falling behind. All of this because I am a hard worker.

So why are many of my classmates not graduating on time? Because of budget cuts, there are not enough professors to teach enough sections to accommodate enough of Journailsm students. As a result, many of us graduate a semester or more later than anticipated.

What does that mean? After our scholarships run out, we’re paying out of pocket for extra classes in the summer or extra years because we can’t even get in to our classes!

For 2010, the college of Journalism and Electronic Media is changing formats once again. Forgive me for not jumping for joy, but for many of us already battling electives and petitioning for course credit, this is simply a pain in the butt. I should be very upset about this.

But wait, the funny thing is: I am not upset. Many of my classmates are struggling with classes and can’t even graduate on time. But I am not one of them.

I found out today that I am actually ahead. After discovering that the Asian studies program at UTK tanked, I switched majors halfway through my first year. For semesters, I have been battling my class schedule, taking extra classes, going to summer school, taking extra jobs and ultimately WORKING MY BUTT OFF. But here’s the thing: turns out I only have 5 classes left. I am graduating on semester early.

It dawned on me that after all the crap I went through for the first two years, the hard work I put in, and even the grief of summer school..

It was all worth it.

Okay,  maybe not yet. I don’t think I can actually say it was all worth it until I’m 45 happily retired and successful. Haha. But at least I can say it’s another step closer to what I actually want.

I hope that in a few months I can still say that. Maybe even as I walk across the stage at graduation, I’ll say something along the lines of, “Yes. I did it. This is another step. This is worth it.”

Soon.

I recently purchased Bright Star on DVD. The story is a biopic about the British Romantic Poet John Keats. Though Keats died at age 25 believing himself to be a failure, he is remembered as one of the greatest poets of his generation.

It was almost like stepping into a dream. I find most biopics set during 18th Century England beautiful, but Bright Star was so moving and so romantic. It makes you step outside your own life and almost examine it.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

See? This is why I am a silly girl.  I can’t see one romantic drama without getting all mushy and weepy at the end it. Don’t get me started on how I felt about The Young Victoria (which was also absolutely wonderful).