12 of 12...almost

You know that thing in the blogging world where you take 12 pictures of whatever you do on the 12th day of the month? Well I always want to do it but never seem to recognize the 12th until three or four days after it's already passed. My friend Kristen does it every month; she's an inspiration to me. So this month I did my very best to remember the date. On the 11th of January I invited my sister Connie and my friend Kelly to both participate in 12 of 12 with me so I would have more motivation.

After waking up at 10 (because that's what I do on Thursdays) and enjoying an empty apartment, as I walked into the library at noon I texted Connie and said, "I'm dropping out of 12 of 12. Sorry. My life is boring." She was supportive, but I had guilt about it all day long.

I had guilt while I was in the library doing homework. I had guilt during lunch. I had guilt in my class and at rehearsal. When I went back to the library at 10pm (after OSU rehearsal) the guilt got the best of me and I began taking pictures. So while my life is boring and I didn't think the 12th was picture-worthy enough for 12 pictures...at least I got these few pics during the last two hours of the day.

This is what I look like when I'm at the library. This is my favorite computer to sit at, I've got my headphones in, my books nearby, and I'm ready to stick it out for the long haul. On a side note, can you see that the other two girls in the picture have exactly the same body position? I bet it's the same as yours right now....is your left hand touching your face?

 My true home in Cedar City...

This is me in front of the library at 11:00 when they closed. At 10:45 they ring a bell. Then they ring it again at 10:50. And then at 10:55 they turn off all the lights and you're left to wander through the dark to find the door. I think there's a homeless guy that spends his evenings on the community-use computers...he parks his bike and bike-trailer out in front of the doors every evening until 11. I wanted to take a picture of his bike trailer but I wasn't quick enough with my camera before he came out. Maybe another night.

Tonight was the first time my "Quantitative Research Methods Class" met. This is the class that makes me want to cry and that might actually kill me. Any time I think about it my hands get all clammy and my heart rate rises. It's a statistics class and I haven't had a single math class in like 12 years. The professor is adorable and freakishly passionate about statistical research. She'll get her Ph.D. in the next month or so and she's just a year and a half older than me. She's also a lot more intelligent than me, though (you should seriously hear her talk), so I don't complain too much.

If I had been properly documenting 12-of-12 during the day I would have taken a picture of her dog....she brings her dog to school every day and is planning on bringing it to class each week. The dog is cute...but it's name is Calley (which is NOT a dog's name). This is what her dog looks like:

These are some of my notes from the first day of class. I have this whole page of notes about "Positivism" and "Post-positivism" yet I have no idea what that is. This class really might kill me. I think positivism is some version of evolutionary epistemology (which I actually do understand) but I'm pretty lost on the subject overall.

Did you know that every Wednesday night or Thursday morning I paint my nails? It's a pattern I started last semester and quickly came to love. Painting my nails is very relaxing and therapeutic for me, so I do it every week. Right now they're freshly painted in "Mint Sorbet" which is a color I got for Christmas. The present was lost for a while, so I didn't actually open it until about a week after Christmas....but whatev.

Here's one of my textbooks for the Quantitative class that might kill me. Two text books and 112 pages of lecture notes. This class will bring tears.

But speaking of awesome things...here are my two journals. I didn't actually write in my journal on the 12th, but I think of it every day and I think that counts for something. I just finished the blue one on December 30, 2011 and the green/blue damask one is my new journal. The nice thing about my new journal is that the pages are really small, so I'm already 30 pages in. I started the old one a year-and-a-half ago on my birthday. It's a very important book to me because of everything that has happened over the past year. My journal might know my thoughts and feelings on 2011 better than I do.

If I had been documenting throughout the day, there would have been pictures of my OSU rehearsal. This was my first rehearsal back after Christmas and the new music was a little rough: can you count to two and three at the same time? Neither can I. No pictures from last night, but luckily I've posted some before, so here's a repost of one of them. (Almost-Skullet-Man was not there last night.)

I also should have taken a picture of my Diet Coke...because I bought one on the way to class to help me endure the fear of quantitative research. I need to remember not to drink caffeine when I'm having heart palpitations...usually a bad mix. Remind me next week when class comes around again.

And since I bought a bag of Cuties on Wednesday I've been eating a billion per day. They're nutritious, delicious, and they're called "Cuties." What's not to love? Here's a random Internet picture of Cuties that looks almost like my picture would have.

Sorry Kelly and Connie that I invited you to do it and then I slacked off. But there we have, in a round about way, 11 pictures of the 12 day of January. Happy Friday the 13th.