I'm insane...

I've been up since 5:45 this morning. It's now 1:00 a.m.

I had to get up early for the FFA workshop. It went all right. One of our classes of horses didn't show. I got to have the fun of handling a Fox Trotter gelding, coming two (in like, JUNE, maybe) who was very determined not to be a show horse. He was all over the place, trying to rub up against me, didn't want to move at anything more than a walk, took bathroom breaks (note the plural), neighed more in that period than I'd ever heard from a horse who didn't have the imminent prospect of food...it was interesting.

Ah, well. It's done for another year.

I used my gift certificate for Domino's that I got at the ag department Christmas party. I called them tonight and order a large, deep-dish, pineapple, mushroom, sausage, and ham pizza. You might think it's a weird combination, and I admit, the pineapple and mushrooms together were a bit odd at first, but delicious overall.

While I was waiting for that, I went to the dollar store. Picked up some sugar (now I can make proper tea!), a sugar shaker (well, I can't just leave it in the bag!), and a spatula. Funny story with that...I was going to get some eggs too, because I have a TON of salsa in my fridge leftover from Open House, and I figured, why not fry some eggs up and throw some salsa on? That's pretty good. So I bought a spatula, but no eggs. And now I have a small pitcher for tea, but nothing long enough to stir it properly. I'm *so* brilliant...*rolls eyes*

Anyway. I've been up this late ordering free samples. You know, it's really brilliant, all the free samples you can get. I've got a couple of T-shirts, a ton of shampoo, a razor, chips, coupons for free contacts, all sorts of stuff that I ordered tonight. This isn't the first time I've done it; I've got a ton of things. As a poor college student, I rely on free samples whenever possible. At one point, I ordered so many free samples and coupons for feminine products, I think I paid a total of $5 for six months worth!

It's sort of a thrilling/terrifying thought that three weeks from now - exactly three weeks from now - I will be in an airplane, over the Atlantic Ocean, within a couple hours of landing in England. It's so unbelievable to me. I'M GOING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY!!!! I've never been out of the States, unless you count, like, two hours in Mexico, which I don't, because I was seven, and I don't remember much other than I wasn't impressed. I can't wait for it, it's going to be awesome, but at the same time I'm sort of scared out of my mind. I'm not one who likes to go away from home and try really new experiences (says the girl who's planning to move to Kentucky...). And while most of the people going with me are good aggies (yeah, it's an oxymoron), they're still aggies.

Oh, yeah. I've officially decided I can't stand the aggies. They've got their little clique, and they think they're so much better than everyone else, because they listen to country music, and they go around in Cartharts, and they're usually covered in mud and manure. Yeah, I don't get it either. All I know is, I've been teased constantly by them; well, that, or totally snubbed. It confuses Dr. Lambeth, I can tell; he doesn't quite get why I don't participate in Spanish. I think he thinks I must be really shy or something. I guess I ought to let him know it's nothing against him, it's the fact that I'm the ag department outcast. Because I've never worked in the dairy, or the beef farm, or the hog farm, and because I like horses, and because I actually take care of my appearance and try to wear nice clothes. I know when you're out on a farm, it's harder, but they always look like they've been on a farm. Anyway, I've decided I'm going to go anti-aggie. I'm going to work even harder on maintaining a nice appearance. I'm not going to go out of my way to talk to them, but I'll try to be friendly if they talked to me. Except maybe to Kaycey, who's made it quite clear she dislikes me, and Renee, who was laughing at me the other day. I'm just ignoring them.

I'm also going to be making my own shirt. It's going to say, "Jesus loves me as I am, so why should I care what you think?" This is my statement to them. I'm sure they'll ignore it, but it's going to be there. And it's a confidence booster for me.

I would leave the ag department, if it weren't for the fact that I LOVE my job. I love working in the office and organizing things. Of course, when I'm trying to do a million things at once, and things slip through, I feel horrible. I need to learn to delegate. And I love all the professors; they're great to be around, and I'm pretty positive they all like me. Although Mark might be getting a bit fed up that I keep forgetting to clock in or out (ah, probably not, I've only done it five times this semester, and one of those I couldn't clock out, because they'd locked the building when I came back to do so). And I felt awful because there's a particular project Dan's been wanting me to do that I just haven't had a chance to do. I put Karla on it, but I don't know if she's doing the same thing he wants done or not.

And I still have to tolerate the aggies in my classes, anyway. Animal Science is the major I need to have. If they don't like it, tough. I've only got two ag classes next fall though, THANK GOODNESS, and one will be Animal Breeding (EASY!!!!).

And I've now rambled a good twenty minutes. I'm tired, beginning to hit the point where I can't focus, and thinking that it was a bad idea to drink half a pitcher of tea. Oh well. It was probably a worse idea to eat half that pizza....