I just deactivated my facebook account. I feel so..........free.

I am having a great break. So far I have been out past midnight every night. Tonight will certainly not be an exception.

And can anyone tell me what the cutoff grade is in order to graduate magna cum laude?

We're in Canada for the weekend. Back before Sunday. Maybe.

My mom bought me a new red coat.

I just looked at my grades.



I am now offically taking the flight attendent job, after I burn every paper I wrote this semester.

What should Loretta do instead of Return to GVSU?
	Buy a husband off Ebay
	Work full time at some boring job
	Make a little corner for myself in the basement and never leave the house again
	Become a flight attendent
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Why do you all want me to buy a husband off Ebay? Considering my Rest Haven/RVO/piano teacher salary, you know I will only be able to afford a very small one of poor quality. Tell me I should be a flight attendant.

Alright, we're done now. It's all over. I am seriously looking for a full-time job so that I won't have to go back. I should call rest haven and ask if I could become their weekend phone-answerer: "ANDREA SNOW LINE 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then it would be me on the phone, asking her to bring me a sample of the dinner she was making....see, I can picture it all already.

Ah, Fall semster 06.
Getting dropped while doing the tango: Cute

Rearending somebody on my way to playing a carillon concert I was already 30 minutes late for: Stunning.

Writing a presentation on Machiavelli's use of Livy, a book review on a book I didn't read, a 10 page end of the term paper, and playing in a band and then a choir concert all in the space of five days: Priceless.

There's also my most memorable Monday and Wednesday nights of falling asleep doing Livy homework only to wake up at 3 am and just go to bed, and then getting up at six to read feminist propaganda for my history class, or the time I ran out of gas and Dad had to come at 10:00 pm and help me. He let me buy a donut at Speedway. Of course, I should not fail to mention my Saturdays of working from 6:30 to 3:00, then playing at the mission from 6-7, then going to Bible Study until 9:30, and then from there going to the PAC and practicing until 11 or 12. GREAT TIMES!!!!!!!!

Oh here's a funny story actually: there was this one Saturday that I was trying to go to the football game with Sarah T, and after I got there, I realized that I didn't have my ID to get in, so I "borrowed" some stranger's to get in instead. Actually the funny part of that story was how I wound up not having my ID, (too complicated for blogging) and then how Sarah's phone was stolen by somebody who told me I had the wrong number when I tried to call.

I'm really trying to think of anything positive here..................oh, the one time that I already blogged about when Aaron bought me pizza after my terrible day of being yelled at by the band director.

Hold the phone: I AM FORGETTING LOS ANGELES.

L A. was really really great. We were at this amazing hotel, and there were chauffeurs and wonderful days of sunshine, jacuzzis, and sleeping in. A neat little stint that the university paid for. Mostly.

In conclusion, I found out yesterday that my application for study abroad in Rome was accepted. I am now accepting donations for the worthy "Let's keep Loretta from resorting to selling herself on the streets of Rome in order to survive" fund.

uh, have a great Christmas!

ONE MORE TO GO

I handed in my history paper, took my Latin exam, and played my jury today. Tomorrow I have my last exam, which is for the hated political science class.

I sold 8 of my history books and I got a grand total of 19 bucks for them. The $59 "Women writers of the Renaissance and Reformation" book brought in $2. The $45 "The Holy Family: Women in the Reformation" brought in $3. I bet if I tried to sell them myself they would give like a $1, or less since they won't be using me in a class next semester. I would have been encouraged to donate myself to the worthy cause that had set up a table outside to collect whatever nobody could sell. After I played my piano jury, I went to McDonalds and ordered half the dollar menu with my 19 bucks.

On a side note, there is nothing like a good-looking tenor in a suit. I accompanied one on Monday. I was quite impressed. He has decided to leave the department, however. He said the music major lifestyle was too intense: "It's like it's midterms here every week!" Alas, the first good-looking tenor in a suit I have ever met is already no more.

this week was my last week of classes.

now for exams.

i feel...i don't feel.