So here I am, late at night, thinking about the events of the day and feeling overall quite satisfied with myself. Well, sort of. I woke up early this morning to finish studying for my Biological Anthropology final and then proceeded to Starbucks for my morning Grande with whip latte. I walked out of the store and took one sip and realized that I had forgotten to put sugar in the darn drink. Blech! I promptly returned and put three sugar in the raws into the coffee deliciousness and was on my way....I somehow managed to study all the way to my final...though there were definitely things that I wish I had studied more. Oh well....I took the final (which was actually pretty easy) and went back to Berkeley.
Now, finals are supposed to be stressful. I realize this. But, isn't there something a tad bit wrong with the fact that everyone else and their mothers are done and I am not? In what sort of sick and twisted world does a lowly pre-med end up with BOTH her calculus and biology finals on the LAST day of finals, two days before Christmas, mind you. Oh right. Did I mention pre-med? It's not as though our schedules are already crazy enough. They now want us to be in school until the absolute last milli-second that they can. Oh how I am frustrated. I want nothing more than to be done. This little frustration, of course, has prevented me from actually being able to open my book to study for either of the two tests. I am too busy thinking about the day after, when I will be happily on my way to Montana.
That's right! I will be going with Zac to Montana. After a terrible week of agonizing about how to heck to come up with a plane ticket, I reluctantly called my father and explained to him the situation amidst copious sobs and tears and feeling sorry for myself. Given his less than stellar financial situation he lovingly said that he wasn't sure that he could help but that he would try to figure something out because he knew how important this was to me. We said our goodbyes and not 20 minutes later did I get a phone call saying that "yes" he would pay for my ticket. Woo hoo! I felt so relieved, overjoyed , excited, ecstatic, grateful, loving, etc, etc. I love my father so much but I know that he had to put the ticket on his credit card, probably maxing it out, making me feel absolutely terrible about that. When I was younger and we had money, being "Daddy's Little Girl" was so much better. I didn't feel too bad about getting my way...Now, though, I really just feel like shit about it on the one hand...I guess old habits die hard. Perhaps I will never grow out of hoping that my dad can bail me out.
So, yeah. I'm going to Montana. I've never been there so I have no clue what it is going to be like. All I know is that it is going to be freakin' cold. Really cold. Like below freezing. I have never been in that kind of cold before. We'll see how it goes. Zac and I went to REI tonight to go get a replacement wetsuit for him and some snowshoes (which I suspect are part of my Xmas present that will also be taken to Montana). While he was browsing for all that stuff, I found a super comfy wooly/fleecy hat and some super long stripey/wooley Smartwool socks. I'm excited about them . Yeah for warm toes. I think I would honestly die if I had cold feet. Really.
We spent the rest of the day at his sister's house talking about life and the upcoming vacation to Hawaii (yay fun winter break) and what her children want for Hannukah. Fun times. We then proceeded to go to Elephant Bar for some yummy dinner. I had their mandarin/avocado/something salad and their seared tuna appetizer. Both were only so-so. What was absolutely delicious, however, was their strawberry cheesecake. Yum. I hadn't had cheesecake in forever so it truly was indulgent and delicious. Such a treat.
Back to my original point...I should be studying. In fact I should be freaking out and stressing about my two upcoming finals. But, for whatever reason, I am not. I am too busy enjoying the cold weather and pondering whether to purchase the blue/brown stripey socks or the red/brown stripey socks....