One year.

I cannot believe how lucky I am to be engaged to a wonderful, amazing man that I've been dating for a year today.

I love you, Wesley.

Fuck you, NAU.

I just met with the School of Music advisor. A music minor is 20 credits, with 9 of them as upper division units. I have 19, with 6 upper div units. Sooooo, I need 1 credit to finish, but 3 upper division. Which means that after this semester, I have enough credits (20) for the minor, but I have to take classes for at least another year to get my upper div credits.

I think I'll be going through theory five. Awesome.

Problems with the UA

There is a very blatant lack of outlets, especially in the lounges in the Student Union Memorial Center

Almost everyone has a laptop. The lounge I ate my lunch in had ONE outlet. Not cool, UA, not cool.

I Love Al Franken

Random thought.

One thing that really, really pisses me off.

The birth control pill does not kill embryos. It stops a woman from ovulating so that the sperm has no chance of meeting an egg to form an embryo.

I'm going to kick the next person I meet that says birth control pills kill babies.

Third Post of the Day.

Say whaaaa?

I got my new charger, finally.

I was perusing threadless (paycheck, YES) and can only afford one for Wes and one for myself, but I can't decide on the one for myself. This is the shirt I'm buying for Wes (because he's so fucking humble all the time). Mine, I'm choosing from one, two, three, and four. I can't decide. Faithful readers (who the hell am I kidding? I'm the only one that reads this damn thing), which one? I will probably buy them all eventually, and right now, I'm leaning toward three and four.

Speaking of money, my job ended last week, and I'm officially on my last paycheck. Anyone have ideas on jobs in Tucson? Any? Please?

Tucson. I love you. I love monsoons. I love watching Adult Swim on Saturday nights (PJs, Boondocks, and anime. Fucking YES), even when the person who made me start watching it isn't around to share.

Excitement! Wesley decided he wants to have an actual wedding. Well. Not wants, per se, but can see that I don't really want to get married in the courthouse and will compromise with me for my sanity and his. YAY. Now my researching and obsessing and dreaming will not have gone to waste. I'll be marrying my best friend, and that is the way it's supposed to be. :-)

Because everyone needs a random meme

My username is bright eyed cello girl...because when I made this blog, I was feeling completely optimistic, and totally in love with the music I was making.

My title is land locked blues. It used to be northern lights, and then I moved from flagstaff to tucson and needed something different, because I now live in the southernmost metro area of Arizona. Now, I'm hundreds of miles away from any ocean or body of water. Also, it's a Bright Eyes song, and it reminds me of better times (kinda)

My subtitle is trying to find my own little slice of happiness in the desert. And I have.

My default user pic is not here. I thought I had one, but apparently not.

So, that was pretty lame. Mostly because I stole it from someone's lj, and I don't have an lj. But yeah. Today got much, much better. A few hours after I posted that last one, the boy called me to let me know he had been transferred and I could see him...in person. Not video. So today, I got to hug him, kiss him, and hold his hand. For an entire hour. And I get to do the same thing on our anniversary (one year, holy bejeezus). And then I get him back for good on the 23rd. I really do love him.

How I feel today.

I am depressed. I miss my boy. I feel guilty as fuck for flirting with boys who don't know me (or him). I'm proud of myself for deciding I'm not hiding anymore. I'm tired. I'm sick of drunks and the male portion of the human race. I can't wait to see Wesley again.

I'm lonely.