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Vacation tomorrow! I'm so excited to finally have a week to just spend with my family. We definitely need this, that's for sure.

Today will basically be me packing for tomorrow, and then working for the rest of the day. I don't really want to work today, but the other half of me wants to get today over with so it can be tomorrow.

6 am tomorrow morning can't come any faster!

Head Chirps

There are a couple of excruciatingly annoying birds outside of my window right now, and I can't sleep. If I shut the window, it will be much quieter, but also much hotter in my room, causing me to stay awake. If I leave the window open, it will be cooler, but the birds will continue to rattle my brain. Plus on top of that it's one of those nights where my mind decides to think about everything, thus making it impossible for me to actually fall asleep.

But on the bright side, I have no plans or work tomorrow, so it's not really like I have anything to be really awake for. So now, here I am, spilling my written brains all over this clean, empty post.

Summer school starts tomorrow (or rather, today) and I have yet to receive my textbook. Of course I only ordered it the other day; leave it to me to wait until the last minute to discover the solid starting date for me summer class. I hope the class goes well. It's the first online class I have ever taken, and I know I am going to have to push myself to be disciplined enough to read when I have the time before doing other things. I know it will be good for me.

That brings me to the topic of where I want to transfer to. My main choice is still Davis, but I just can't seem to find any solid confidence that I will even get into the school. My first semester in college earned me an A, B, and two C's. I know I got at least one more C this last semester. That only puts my gpa at around a 2.9-3.2, and since schools are starting to look at everything for incoming students, including transfers, it makes me worried that I will even get accepted into Davis. Which means I must find suitable schools to fall back on in case I don't make it. But where to go? I don't really want to go down south, but the only places I would want to go to school besides Davis are all down there. I guess Sac state could work, although it wasn't my favorite school in the first place. SFSU would work, especially studying psychology, but I don't know if I could picture myself living in San Francisco. I love visiting the city, but I'm not too sure on how I would like living there. But where else do I go? I know Santa Barbara, San Diego, and Irvine would all be great schools in great cities, but they are all down south.

It really is quite confusing. I know my family and a few other people would not be so happy about my going down south. Maybe I'll just need to work extra hard to not get any more C's so that I won't have to worry so much about getting into Davis.

Worry, worry, worry. It's a big problem for me; it always has been. I've been getting a lot better with giving my worries to God and voicing that no matter what it means for me, I want His will done in my life. But sometimes the worry still gets to me. Of course it's a life long process, being able to fully give whatever future one may have over to God. And life long means that I will never be as far along as I would like in my faith. But I simply have to keep pushing.

Do you want to go to the seaside?

Today is June 6th, and it was pouring rain. The weather has been so strange lately, and it only amplifies my want to go do summer things. Last summer I ate a lot of frozen yogurt, played tennis every other day, and went star-gazing with friends on a few occasions. Of course I can't really do any of those things with the weather so crappy. I want to go to the beach so badly! And not some cold, cloudy, windy beach. I want to go to a beach where the sand is warm, the sun is shining, and you people don't look at you like an idiot for swimming in the ocean.

I've always wondered what it would have been like to grow up on the beach. Ever since watching that show Rocket Power back in the day, I've always wanted to live right on the coast. The members of one of my favorite bands, Switchfoot, all grew up in San Diego. When they were first starting to make music, they would meet up, play some music, go surfing for a quick break, and then went back to making music. Surfing would be so fun, and being able to go from sitting and playing a guitar in ones own home to jumping in the Pacific with a surfboard in a matter of minutes would be the coolest thing ever.

Of course there is more than plenty of time for me to learn how to surf and/or live near the ocean. Maybe that will just mean my children will grow up on the coast, rather than myself. I would be ok with that, although as much as I wouldn't mind being wealthy, I can't see myself as one of those rich people that you usually find living near the coast. You know, the kind that buy their children expensive cars for their 15th birthdays. Then again, maybe I'm just stereotyping.

But I'm going to live on the coast some day, even if that means making myself a hermit!

Well. . . Maybe not something quite so awkward.