that you were my first love... I am officially addicted to "The Hat" by Ingrid Michaelson. Seriously, let's talk about feel good groove music.
I don't really have anything specific to write about. But I realized I had a big event last week that I have yet to record. Fortunately, Tanner wrote most of if. He's so cute, and I'm so excited just to see where things go with him.
My missionary prep teacher (brother Bott) said today that he had 4 people in one section, and 1 in my section, who were called to serve in the Micronesia Guam mission. I thought that was neat.
Today was such a hard day. Maybe I'll write about that. It's usually pretty necessary for me to maintain balance by writing. It's just not usually public. Censored Janae--quite possibly a much less dynamic Janae. I got up super early and got ready for school. I got to work at 8:15ish. I had two classes, then an hour between classes because Spanish was canceled for the test. So I studied during that hour. Then I had dance, and short story. I was SO exhausted in dance. I can't even believe how tired I was today. Seven hours of sleep must be like in the middle of a REM cycle or something because I'm always so tired after seven hours. That Spanish test was really fair. It was exactly what he said it would be, but I didn't really realize the extent of some of the things, so anyway. I don't think I failed. That's good. Probably a C at the worst, actually. It didn't take as long as I thought it would.
But just in case it was going to take a long time, I called my boss at Blockbuster to say I might be a few minutes late. I had time to go home and sit for like 10-15 minutes reading blogs and whatnot. Mind you I hadn't really had like a consistent, real meal all day. Needless to say I became starving at work, so I ordered myself a pizza. Yeah, I deserved it after this freaking day. 10-15 minutes to myself is not sufficient for sanity. Cold Stone probably could've topped it off, but oh well.
I have to do a group project in short story class. I've noticed that I'm a moderately aggressive person. I know when to be aggressive, when to sit back a little, and when to just keep my mouth shut. There are customers at Blockbuster who will wait in a really long line to ask a simple question. It's like, dude, just walk up and ask. Not a big deal. Other people are far TOO aggressive, asking every five minutes if the same movie has come in, interrupting when I am busy with another customer... Guess what kid? Newsflash! You're not the most important person in the world, so sit in the corner and wait your turn. I bring this up because in group work, I've learned to be moderately aggressive. I know when to say things. I know how to take charge if I need to, but I am very careful to leave it open for others, so as not to completely control situations. There is a girl in my group who is far too aggressive. I wanted to hold a yellow traffic light in her face. Don't get me wrong, I respect go-getters and people who don't like to procrastinate, but it seemed like this girl was just a little excessive in her worries. Anyway, enough on aggression.
I am so sleepy. What a long day. I'm so thankful everything went smoothly, that my test is over with, and that I didn't run into any small problems that could have made my day worse. Oh, the power of prayer.
Since Bri responded to my 3 best things I am encouraged to do it again.
1. Papa John's pizza. Sorry, but sometimes there's just nothing better than a sweet pizza-like deal with garlic butter sauce.
2. My bed. It's comfy and waiting for me, and I like to stay there a lot.
3. Reading. I don't know why I thought of this. I rarely get to do any reading of my choosing, but when I do, it's relaxing, and I love it.