Don't Go Changing...

... I love you Just the way you Aaaarree! 

Sorry.  That's the song I'm listening to right now.  The title was almost "Thursdays Are Good" and while that is still true, I really like that song especially when Harry Connick, Jr. sings it.  

Thursdays are really good though.  This morning I slept through my alarm clock and woke up 21 minutes later than intended, but it didn't really make a difference because I didn't have anything to do until my 12 o'clock lab anyway.  So I just went onto Hulu and watched Glee.  But before I did that I went through my normal computer routine which includes school email, regular email, facebook, blogger, and youtube.  Except I didn't really get past the first one because I got really nervous at the first unread message.  It was from ISA (the study abroad programme I applied for) and it said "ISA Acceptance Email".  Now normally that would clue one in on what the subject of the email would be and I did at least catch on that much.  I got an initial excited jolt that I hastily choked down for fear of being utterly distraught when it delivered the bad news.  "It says Acceptance!"  I thought.  "So what!  That doesn't necessarily mean what you think it means. They could all say that.  It could be telling you that you weren't accepted."  

I clicked on it and closed my eyes while the page loaded.  I closed them for a good minute before opening them... "Dear Lauren, We regret to inform you that you have not--".  

Wait a minute!  That's not what it says!  "Dear Lauren, Congratulations! I am happy to inform you that you have been officially accepted into ISA's Business, Studio Art and Liberal Arts Winter 1 2010 program at the Florence University of the Arts and Apicius International School of Hospitality in Florence, Italy. Your acceptance package has been sent out to the address provided on your program application and should arrive shortly."  Holy crap, I got in!  I reread that first sentence about 10 times before peeling my eyes away from the screen and letting it sink in.  Then I had an overwhelming urge to sing Accio Deathly Hallows at the top of my lungs despite the earliness of the hour.  So that's that.  I am that much closer to going.  Just to be sure, I forwarded the email to my study abroad advisor asking if (and feeling incredibly stupid for it) it was the real deal to which she promptly replied that it was.  

I didn't tell anyone except for Sarah (even though she had kept telling me that I would get in) until leaving it in my status a few hours ago.  My sister commented on it and then called me and left a message asking why she had to find out via facebook.  And then my other sister called and asked why she had to find out through our other sister who found out from facebook.  Serves them right!  I'm the youngest in my family and have always been the last to know everything.  See how they like it!  My family is funny.  My sister who commented on the status said she would be willing to go out of her way to help me move into my Florentine apartment.  So sweet.  Always thinking of others...  My other sister said that her and Nelda were ready to be packed into my carry-on.  Unfortunately for them I will not be flying Southwest so they will have to cough up in order to cover the extra baggage expense.  

Grassroots meeting was today and was fun as always.  We got on the subject of politics which was fun with them.  Then Jim and Pam wedding.  Sigh.  So sweet.  "Here's to waiting."  Which I've done a lot of.  Where the heck is my Jim?!  I'm slightly ashamed, in the pathetic-whining-girl way, to admit that I really kind of want a boyfriend.  Dammit.  

Currently listening:  Young at Heart by Frank Sinatra.  It always reminds me of Disney World.     :-)  Disney World makes me happy.  

Now Any Man of Mine by Shania Twain has come on.  That is the ONLY country song that has or ever will (God willing) be on my iTunes library.  

Still reading Waiter's Rant.  I recommend it to anyone.  It's hilarious and SO TRUE!!  Just everything.  The customers he talks about.  The back of the house cooks.  The hostess, the manager.  Everything!