Shannie’s blog

How come no one writes in this blog anymore? Is vox dead? Is there another blog to move on to? Does no one have anything to say?

Just wondering.

My update: life's busy, can't wait to get out of school, the end.

What did you do as a child that you feel guilty about even to this day? 

I told Derek he was a bad singer.
That pretty much crushed him and he hated me for a long time.
But he sang really loud every morning before school and it all just piled up until my pot boiled over. I didn't actually think he was a bad singer--he was just annoying!
But yeah, I held the guilt for a really long time. Throughout my life, whenever someone asked me if I regretted anything I'd done, I thought about that.

I was too sensitive.

I thought chick flicks were supposed to make you happy? Then why do I feel so depressed?

I've been studying today nonstop since 10 this morning and need a break. Even though I'm studying every spare minute I have all weekend for my test monday, it's still not good enough. I should have started sooner. If I get another C on my test, my professor will probably tell me again that I need to step up my game or change my major. What an encouraging guy! But screw him. I know what I'm doing...I think... :)
Yesterday we had a "study day" at APU, meaning no one studied and instead went to theme parks. Pretty much. Including me. Mandie and I went to Disneyland last night which was really fun, except for the crowds which were horrendous. But we did get to people watch ("Stop twirling!") and eat our wonderful caramel apples, and it did start raining which was awesome. I'm a big fan of rain. It makes me happy. Sometimes.
Gabby's gone this weekend, which is kind of nice, because I get to actually have some "me" time for once. I think I'll make some hot cocoa and watch an interesting/sad movie that I never get to because whenever I watch movies there's always lots of other people here who want to watch action/comedies instead. So yay!
I love my court. Ben stopped by to say hello and eat the rest of the banana cream pie he left here, Mateo made faces at me on my windows, which was kind of weird but funny, Katie brought me some tea, and Adrian made fun of me and called me Punky Brewster again, for what reason I do not know. All this without me having to step a foot outside. How wonderful. AND it looks like it's going to rain again!
I'm reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde right now, and although I love the rain, it can make the atmosphere a little ominous, so I think I'll put it down tonight and read something happy.
I'm really craving some Bailey's right now. I'd even drink it from a shoe if I had to. But let's hope it won't come to that.

Something that never fails to make me laugh:

http://www.foundmagazine.com/find/664

How can life be so good one day and then stressful and tiring the next?
One second I think life can't get any better and I'm on top of the world, and then the next second I'll remember something or another thing will be added to my schedule and I realize I can't let down for a second.
Maybe it's just the letdown from Wednesdays. I hate Wednesdays. I go straight from 9:30 am to 7:20 pm, startng with  chapel, microbiology lecture, physics lecture, microbiology lab, and physics lab. It's not fun. Oh, and this girl totally blamed the mistakes of our physics lab experiment on me to the professor, when it was actually her mistake. She's now on my permanent hit list.

All I want is chocolate cake and a pedicure!

I have a friend here at APU who's like best friends with Zac Efron, and they talk on the phone at least once a week and hang out together all the time. They went to high school together and supposedly Zac doesn't forget the little people in his newfound "heartthrob status". So Gabby really wants to meet Zac sometime because she's in love with him or something even though I've told her my suspicions that he might be gay. She said she won't believe me until she hears it from his own lips, even though I think this video should be convincing enough:

Wow, I haven't updated in forever! Since Spain...jeez. 'Bout time.

Here are a few things going on in my life:

The summer was boring. Except for a few highlights, my summer was pretty much just work work work, miss Spain, and look forward to going back to school...
...but once I got back to school however, my air-conditioning was broken for 3 days in 110 degree weather. Imagine sleeping on the top bunk when it's 93 degrees inside the apartment with no air movement to speak of and no hope of getting cool in the morning and you'd know the hell I went through!
Next Gabby and I bought a fish. We wanted a sucker fish because those guys are cool- they clean their own tank which is definitely a plus for us because we're the worst fish owners in the world. Just look at Fester and his suicide over Christmas. Anyways, we couldn't get a sucker fish because they need a tank, the little rascals. So we bought another beta and christened him "Suckafoo". He's pretty and the light of our lives.
Almost all of my friends here have Disneyland passes and so I've gone once with some of Gabby's RA friends. they're pretty cool, into Arrested Development and whatnot. Ben even likes Drop Dead Gorgeous and Regina Spektor, too. He also likes Gabby but I won't go into that. Disneyland will be my new escape place if I ever need to get out of Azusa which, I'm afraid, happens frequently. (I got free parking on Friday because the money guy liked me)
My other escape place is my Grandma's. She lives 20 minutes from here in a gated community so if I just need some good ol' home cooking, some nice encouragement from her and her man-friend Warren, and a dip in the pool with some other old folks I can just go there. There's something about Grandma's house that's so comforting and it's nice to talk to people who aren't my age and to sit in a room without hearing people riding their skateboards on the porch above me.
School's nuts. I'm taking 17 units, but if I add in the labs I'd be taking 21 units, they just don't count. Ugh. I'm taking Microbiology, Physics, Hebrew Prophets, Spanish Civilizations, and Human Growth and Development.
My Human Growth and Development professor looks like a typical crazy psychologist. She has long gray hair and wears ill-fitting gypsy skirts. On the first day of class she had us take a quiz about her and one of the questions she put was "How old am I?" I put down 56-60 years. She's actually 47. I felt bad.
My Physics professor is from Africa and this is his first year teaching outside of it. He giggles at himself when he gets too excited about the teaching material and tends to stare at the back wall as if willing the clock to move faster so we can all get out of class. I like him though.
My Hebrew Prophets professor is from Canada and pronounces the words "about" like "aboot", "so" like "sew", and "happy" like "heppy". He doesn't say "eh" though which I'm a little disappointed about. Aboot, excuse me.
Microbiology's kicking my ass right now. I literally came home after class today and cried on the floor because it's so stressful, all the information I have to know. My professor is no help; he just says, "You all are bio majors, you better get used to learning for learning's sake and giving up all activities outside of class." How encouraging! However, he does make fun of the Communications majors a lot, which is something we Science majors do as well. Those guys have it so easy it's not even funny. I wish I could change my major, but I feel like this is where I'm supposed to be, even if I don't do so well in the classes. Whether I get into grad school or not is up to God, as well as what I should do afterwards. My personal preference would be to work in different countries, preferably South America and give aid in different circumstances. But I have no idea what's in store for me.
Gabby and I are starting a group on Thursday nights for the students who just want to get together and speak Spanish with each other to practice and to eat good Latin food. We have 20 people interested in it, who say they're going to come, which is exciting. Our first meeting is this Thursday and afterwards we're all going to Salsa night here at APU, where there's live music, salsa dancing, and lessons for the people who have no idea what they're doing. I've only done the salsa once, with Marco, and I was fairly bad. But maybe I've got my groove on now after the exercise tapes Gabby and I have been doing: Hip Hop Abs with Shaun T.  He's my man! Those tapes are awesome.
I might lead a missions trip to Mexico over Thanksgiving with Gabby. I'm going to go anyways, I just have to decide whether I have what it takes to lead or not. Yeah, I'll miss out on all the good food, but hey, there's always Christmas!
Kimmi left on Saturday to go to Seattle Pacific. My little girl's growing up!

It's on days like this when I wish I had a dog to hold. Preferably a puppy or Mollie. Suckafoo just doesn't cut it.

Miss Mollie

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I'm home from Spain! Finally. And I really want some In N' Out, French Toast, and a Burrito. Not in the same meal, but mmm. Sounds good.

So, basically, my time over here is coming to an end. And I´m not against that. For the last week or so I´ve been wrestling with my emotions regarding coming home, whether I want to or not...not like I have a choice, but still. It´s all about the attitude, isn´t it? I have this coming weekend, which is free, then the next weekend I leave for Greece and Italy for 10 days, then I have one free weekend, then my parents come. Then 6 days later I´ll be off with them traveling around Spain. This week sort of marks the beginning of the end, which is a very weird feeling for me. It just sneaked up on me right when I was looking the other way. I actually am really excited to see my family and to show them where I´ve been living the last 4 months, and I have a feeling it will be really great. However, I was getting sad just thinking about my last night here. We´re traveling around Spain until the 25 of May, when we´ll be coming back to Sevilla for the last night to fly out the next morning. So for that last night I´ll be walking around Sevilla by myself, saying goodbye to the city, being the last student here, and I´ll probably have to get drunk as it´s my last night of legal drinking. Then my parents will probably be embarrassed but I don´t care. Haha. I´m looking forward to it. Yeah, it will be hard coming back home to Ventura, but I´m really looking forward to it as well, I think. To see if I´m the same person, which I don´t think I am. I think the thing I´m looking forward to most is the food. To eat what I want when I want, In N´ Out, Chipotle, pancakes, cheese, yogurt...mmm...Can´t wait. Ehh that´s kinda pathetic, but it´s true.

I don´t even know why I wrote this post. I just felt I should write something, somewhere, so I chose Vox. Sorry. I don´t even know what my point is. Oh well, I should probably stop typing right now, save you from suffering any more of my rambling. Goodbye, Voxers.