Contacts.

Wow. I haven't posted in FOREVER! But anyways. I don't have much time [hence not posting] because schoolwork is crazy. I have two weeks to finish a course, so I'm pretty much working around the clock. That's what I get for procrastinating, but this course's teacher is EVIL! I mean... I'm that nerdy kid who is usually the teacher's pet and makes straight A's. But this teacher hates my writing style, and its never good enough. Long story short, this class is a nightmare, and got me extremely discouraged, so I kept putting it off [we have a whole year to complete courses, and I have two weeks left... and I'm one of those 'overachieving' types, so this class was HORRIBLE for me...] and now I'm just getting through it as fast as I can, not caring if I fail. Its one class on my transcript. I can still get a good scholarship if I fail this one, especially since I take so many other honors classes, it brings my GPA back up. I just want to burn this book. Its a history class. I LOVE history. I watch the History channel for fun. But I HATE HATE HATE this class!!!

Sorry. Ranting over with. :)
Anyways... I got contacts! They thought it would take me about an hour to learn how to put them in. I was paranoid out of my MIND because my mom used to wear those small hard contacts all the time. She had a horrible time with them. If there was the slightest wind they would give her issues. So it took me forever before I finally said enough was enough, my glasses are bothering the heck out of me. It took me 30 minutes to put them in 4 times and take them out 3. I walked out with them on, and could barely feel them. I went to the barn, where it was windy, sand blowing everywhere, and taught a class of 3 little girls [probably ages 8-12 - it was MUCH easier than teaching ORU, BTW. They tacked up by themselves (YAY!), didn't need me to run with them (double YAY!), and all of them could jump really well (triple YAY! - cuts down on the boring factor).] I had NO problems with them, at all.

I was excited, to say the least. After I got over the feeling of disorientation. I felt strangely removed from everything around me for about 30 minutes. Kind of like I was watching everything from a TV screen or something. And I was able to take them out in less than a minute. So... I think they're keepers!
Yay for contacts.
Oh... we also ordered new glasses for me! They're Coach [my mom picked them out while I was in the exam room thingy - whatever they call it... my dad just loves the fact that they're such a big name brand such as Coach... haha.] and green, and all purdy. They make my eyes actually look blue instead of green or grey. I think my eyes can't make up their minds about which color they want to be sometimes. They're supposed to be blue.
Oh, something that made me happy.... I went to my mom's hair lady last week for a trim & color. My hair is more red/brown instead of just boring brown now. =] And that makes me happy in and of itself [even though the lady thinks she's phsycic [sp?] and can communicate with the dead - its wierd]. But... she was the first person to ever tell me I have my dad's eyes. =] My dad's eyes are very pretty. Although I think mine are a bit darker. He has light blue eyes... mine are closer to teal-ish. A girl out at the barn asked me if I had color contacts in. Give me a compliment and I'm your friend for life [compliment/encouragement is my primary love language, go figure] so that made me happy too. I got so many compliments just being out at the barn with my contacts. So.. yeah.

Me = happy.
For now.
Even though I'm working through this hateful, hateful, torturous class.

God bless! ^_^
Tina