We're in the third week of summer school at DeAnza. Almost halfway through, yay! I have a quiz in Accounting tomorrow. Technically I have two; I missed a quiz last week so I'm making it up before class, and then we have another during the actual class session. Should be fun. I'm not doing horribly in the class, but I'm not doing well, either. I'd guess I'm doing C-quality work right now.
Pilates is kicking my butt. My core muscles are weak!
The most exciting thing happening, of course, is that all California State Universities (CSU) have closed admission for Spring 2010. This is horrible news for me; it means I cannot transfer to SJSU or SF State or ANYWHERE I want to go until Fall 2010. I am heartbroken...but not really, because this gives me a chance to do something I've always wanted to do...TRAVEL!
Tomorrow I'm turning an application to spend the Fall quarter in Madrid. If I'm accepted into the program, it will be epically awesome. It's art history and folklore focused, so it's practically tailored to my tastes. Of course, I can't speak a word of Spanish, but everyone assures me that many Spaniards speak English, anyway. (I used to have a couple penpals in Spain. I wish I'd kept in touch with them.)
So I'm excited about Spain. Probably waaaaaay too excited, seeing as I'm not accepted into the program yet and if I am, I won't be departing until October ANYWAY.
I think I used excited like ten times up there. That's not good.
On Sunday we had a memorial dinner for my grandmother, the one that passed away in May. Most of the guests were Mom's cousins and aunts, people I've seen three or four times in my life and thus don't know. At times it was QUITE difficult to have conversations with folks, but Mom thought ahead and seated Seanie and I with her friends and co-workers, people I've known all my life. Uncle Tommy gave a speech and Kenny gave a speech that was more about his time in Boston than about our grandmother, but overall there wasn't much interaction between the three tables.
Getting hit on by guys at work is always fun. There's one resident at RHA who always seems like he's trying to sniff out the state of my single-ness and dropping hints that he's interested. That's awkward. First off, I'm not single, and if I was, he totally isn't my type. But since he doesn't actually ask me out or do anything so direct, I can't reject him. (How cowardly, right?)
Had an Asian guy at Lush ask me if I was Asian, what nationality, and then tell me I was beautiful. That's always awkward, getting the "What are you?" question, and I think it's funny that it's always Asian customers who ask. No one else cares.
At the skincare job we've got a 'babysitting' manager visiting the store. I'm not sure what her exact position in the company's corporate structure is, but right now she's helping Valley Fair excel and be all it can be. She keeps me on my toes, that's for sure. On Saturday a customer told her she'd never been at a Lush with such friendly and knowledgeable staff, and I was one of the people that helped her. That was cool. Makes me seem useful, right?
Harry Potter's out on Wednesday. Mom wants to see it Wednesday evening, and a free ticket is better than an early ticket, so I opted out of trying to see in at midnight on Tuesday. Very excited about that tho', I'm waaaay too fond of Harry Potter.