21!!
Yesterday was my 21st birthday, and I had a blast yesterday with my friends and my boyfriend.
I had my first final today in Anthropology, and I'm pretty sure I aced it. I've been doing really well in this class, anyway. I figured out that even if I got a C on the test, I would still get an A in the class. I like those kind of odds. Now, after this confidance booster, I have two tests on Monday that I need to study for: Spanish and Psychology. Luckily, only the Spanish test is comprehensive, so I can focus on it and just do my normal studying for psych. I really need to study for Spanish, since I'm just barely clinging to an A in that class. Darn preterites and imperfects.
my toilet had a bit of a leak, which i attributed to old parts. I replaced all of the old parts in the toilet with new parts, turned on the water--and discovered the true source of the leak. Which had gotten bigger. it was the hose that attaches to the wall and supplies the toilet with water. because it's an old house, it's darn near impossible to replace the hose without replacing the whole water switch on the wall, which i have no clue how to do, so i have to make the house decent enough for a plumber to show up To Charge Me More Money Than I Want To Spend AND I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THE WHOLE THING! THAT'S MY ONLY TOILET IN THE WHOLE HOUSE AND THIS WHOLE THING STINKS!!! I CANT FLUSH THE DARN TOILET! (insert expletive here)
This week I tried out for the next show due to go up at my school. I did well, I made callbacks, but I ended up not making it. Luckily, the girl who did get the part I wanted is a good friend of mine, and I know she can pull off the part. The only time it's really depressing to lose out on a part is when the person who got it instead isn't very good. That's almost like a slap in the face, really. However, I did my best, she did her best, and I simply did not get the part because the director wanted a her style rather than mine. The fact that two of the men he cast are decidedly shorter than me probably had something to do with it, as well.
I feel like cinderella, just got back from the ball, and now I'm no longer the elegant belle of the ball. The ball, by the way, was Sean's ROTC military ball that happens every winter semester. one of the treats was a dance teacher, who taught everyone there basic foxtrot, tango, and salsa moves. sean said that people were thinking that I already knew how to dance since i was doing so well... thank you, tap and jazz lessons! if nothing else, i know my right foot from my left. Unfortunately, i was idiot enough to wear my silver four-inch-heel shoes, which, while very comfortable, are still four-inch-heels. Needless to say, those came off for the dancing. I had a lot of fun, so did sean, but i'm tired now, and i'm going to bed.