Better now!

And let the word out
I've got to get out
Oh, I'm feeling better now
And break the news out
I've got to get out
Oh, I'm feeling better now!

(Thank you, Collective Soul)

Well, yesterday I started looking into Culinary Art schools. I got a package of free info from Western Culinary Institute, down in Portland. It looks all cool and pretty and high class and stuff. It's rather costly... though it sounds like my parents and I could figure something out. I hope. Because it looks neat.
I want to get a Bachelor's in art. I've pretty much decided that now. I've got my eye on Studio art, seeing that it seems like a pretty basic art area, and is very much my forte. And getting a Bachelor's degree will save me some school (and finances) in the future. Then I plan to get into a Culinary college, and learn to be a pastry chef. Get a diploma in there, get all learned and everything, make pretty desserts, and viola! I make you fat! ;)
The Art Institute of Seattle also has a culinary arts program. The thing is they don't offer a Bacholer's in studio art (they do offer it in animation, media, and interior design). So no transfering to me. Though as far as the Culinary Arts go, I may very well consider it too. It is cheaper than Western Culinary Institute... though the quality of such a program is unsure to me. I guess I'll just have to keep on considering...
I have to admit this all now. When I announced to my mom that the Art Institute of Seattle does Culinary arts, she asked "Do they offer bacholer's? Cause you could transfer, after Sophomore year..." *Out of no where, a giant fist descends and punchs me in the chest* T-t-t-transfer? I had not considered it before... and I really REALLY didn't want to. I had just gotten used to the way things were at Western... The environment, the people... the people especially. In particular, one person. You may guess who I would be afraid to leave the most, and there's a good chance you'd be very right. I do acknowledge that person being probably the majority of the reasons not to leave... but change in general scares me as well. I'm pretty reactionary when it comes to change. I follow rules, afraid to change or break them, set by whatever authorities, and when I like something, there's a very slim chance that I'll want it to change. Not that I'm a complete law-abiding citizen, I do have moments of rebelliousness, I won't be afraid to challenge some authorities, and sometimes I'll welcome a change with open arms (especially if it's a change from bad to good). But for the most part, change is a frightening thing, however unavoidable it is. And changing the way things go just as I get used to them... not fun. I just about breathed a sigh of relief when I learned the Art Institute of Seattle didn't offer Bacholer's in any field I was interested in. I'm free to continue my education at Western. I wonder what I'll specialize in...

AAAAHH!!!! You know what I hate about sunburns?! They sting, then they itch, then when you scratch them it REALLY stings!! Blech.
The reason for the sunburn was Danielle's B-day party, of course. She's finally made it into the 19 club (though apparently Aleeza, according to what she inscribed on the present she gave, thinks Danielle should remain 18). We went to her fancy-shmancy apartment in fancy-shmancy Bellevue, and played in her pool and BBQed for a good deal. She's got cool friends from UW, and I saw her, Aleeza, and Deanna for the first time since New Year's. Should've remembered that sunscreen, though... ow.

So, back to education and the results of thinking, I was in a constant state of unrest since the mention of a transfer. Even though I knew I didn't have to, I was still very shaken up with the idea of it all. Nothing seemed to console me. The next morning I woke up with my neck being, for lack of a better phrase, a heinous bitch. Throughout most of the day I had a constant neckache and a headache as a result of the neckache, and my shoulders weren't doing so well either... but could they be massaged? No, because 1) no one would do it, and 2) it burns!!! And because of all that I felt very lethargic and wanted a nap... never really got one though. My parents are going to go on a teeny weeny vacation up in a lodge in the Olympic Peninsula, starting Sunday night. They'll be gone for two days... leaving me with my younger siblings during that time (and I'll be taking just about any excuse to get out of the house... *HINT!!*), and we had a "council" to decide on which movies to rent while they were gone. Negotiation with my siblings... frankly, it's hardly a barell of laughs. Oh well. Misery, both physical and emotional for the majority of the day.. then like magic the mood was flipped around during the evening.
I decided to make a Chocolate Decendance cake (which I haven't tasted yet), so I had my laptop downstairs to have the online recipe right next to me. My sisters went with my mom to go shopping for pants (and other things, I could tell), Graham was off being paid to play his clarinet (he's in the pit for a musical), so it was just me, Evan, and dad home. I watched Evan play around with Gryffin, our puppy, a bit... that little dog can be very cute sometimes. Made me smile alot. Then Evan and dad played catch outside for the first time in a very long time... that made me happy too, for some odd reason. So I prepared the cake, and postponed baking it because Evan and Dad went to go get pizzas from Papa Murphy's--you know, the kind you take home and bake yourselves. Then we sat around eating pizza, and taking advantage of the variety of access I have on Napster. It was really fun, listening to all different kinds of classic folk and rock and sometimes just plain old(er) music. It was a time where, believe it or not, I was having fun with my family. Part of them. Then my sisters came home, and I thought that was to be the end of it right there. But no! The fun continues! After Evan browsed my music options some more, he left for AIM land on the PC and my sisters promptly took over--mainly Keira. We switched the genre to more modern music (for the most part)--pop, punk, and newer rock. This time it came complete with improved interpretive dances from me!!!! You know y'all wanted to see that!! We sillied out for a great deal of time, then it was bedtime. I headed upstairs to my room, and chatted till 2 in the morning with two of my favorite people--Kirsten and Kirsten! (The former more commonly known as Kit) And then I fell asleep, feeling so much better, much more socially adequete, just about all worries of the future gone away, feeling actually proud that I might know where my life is heading, and very content with the knowledge that Alan would be returning sometime the next day...

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