Especially, Saturday class. Sure, I get Wednesdays off, but like it even matters. I end up doing school work or end up in school anyway. I need a weekend too. I need my day of rest. Isn't that what the Sabbath was all about? My schedule is the worst ever.
My family's out in Trinoma today and I didn't go along because I have to do my BC 121 pre-production organizer for our music video. I have no idea what song to choose. Seriously. I can't believe I'm having a hard time choosing a song, when Last.FM has taken over my life. The reason is, there are a thousand songs I'd love to do. But I have to keep in mind that my talent may not be comfortable singing "Rock Me" by Liz Phair or "Ain't No Other Man" By Christina Aguilera.
So I've narrowed it down to two mellow-er songs, that I feel my talent can pull off. It's either "A Love That Will Last" by Renee Olstead or "Suddenly I See" by KT Tunstall. The script is due tomorrow and I'm nowhere near done. Here's to another sleepless, work filled weekend.
I hate Saturday classes for taking over my Saturdays, but I can't help but enjoy it because of my classmates in it. I'm classmates with Mimi and Sophie the ENTIRE day and they're the best people to spend an entire week-end school day with. Comm Res 101 was surprising, with our professor accepting our objectives (of course with a little tweaking) and she was totally using my family name as an example the ENTIRE class. I was getting embarrassed, but as long as Ma'am knows me by name, I'm fine come grading period.
Comm 120 was different though. I was half afraid Sir would call me and I wouldn't be able to answer. In fairness though, I felt a wee bit more prepared than last time. I can now differentiate between prior restraint and subsequent punishment. Go me. I'm going to read more this week, promise.
Today in mass, in the middle of a rather normal homily, our priest says:
Priest: I don't care if you like me...
*Patty stops and listens*
Priest: Or not.
*Patty still interested*
Priest: But you've got to love me.
Whatever you say, Father.