Wow, it's been awhile!  I finally now have internet access again at my new place and I am finally all moved in and settled.  I found an amazing apt, with very high ceilings and the old vintage style that I love, plus it's closer to the U of M, so it's nice for going to school.  I am a little stressed out right now at everything that's going on right now, all the forms I need to fill out and turn in, getting a job, and the end of the semester is coming up quick, which means lots of papers and study time that I don't have. 

I got a huge reality check the other day.  I think that I am pretty good at writing papers, English and art were always my strong points in school and writing papers seemed really easy to me so usually in college, I could just bs my way through the paper and be ok.  Well, I am in a "writing intensive" course at the U and we had our first paper due last week.  Well, I picked the topic that seemed the most interesting, and in my defense, I decided to do that topic because I thought it would be a little challeging to me and I wanted to stretch myself.  Well, I guess I missed the mark completely, I got the paper back with hardly any blank space left with the profs writing marking up the entire thing, writing things like, "where are you getting this info from?  I don't agree at all...." I was shocked, I thought I did a sufficient job and was proud that I had tackled a subject I wouldn't normally go for and glad that I didn't take the easy route.  My grade was horrible and now my only choice is to fix my paper and I really don't know what else I could do to fix it, I might just see if I can completely rewrite it and do it over on a different topic.  I was so sad and disappointed in myself but I guess it will be good for me  to know in the future that I can't rely on just my writing skills to get by. 

So that is just one of the things that I am trying to figure out right now.  But I did successfully throw a bday party for my daughter yesterday, she had a lot of fun and spent this morning singing "happy birday to me" in her little 2 year old voice and obsessively holding her balloons at all times.