Loveliness

I got an iPhone! It's so pretty and shiny and lovely, and I love it like my newborn child (or at least I imagine if I had a newborn child my love for it would be comparable). Its name is Amaryllis (really it should be Daisy Bell like of my laptop because of Alexander Graham Bell, but my two children must have different names of course). Because I'm a total cheapskate, I bought it used off Amazon, and it's a 4, but that fits my Luddite personality, so I'm very okay with that. Now I can wander around pretending to be a rich person with a social life. It'll be great.
No really though. I'm super super excited.
I finished my chem class today! We had our final, and it was extremely easy, so I'm optimistic as to the outcome of the class. Although I do have to overcome that one 88% on the third test. But still. Oh yeah, I never mentioned that! So I was complaining before because I thought I'd gotten a B on one of the tests, but the person who graded it messed it up, and I actually got an A. So that was a bit counterproductive for me to do all that bellyaching, now wasn't it? Ain't gonna blame me tho; it was a B. Can't do nothin with that.
Now I have some stern advice for the world at large. When you're talking to a person with whom you have the possibility of romantic affiliation, you should not assume that their interest in you is contingent upon emotionless illicit encounters, because, sad to say, it probably is not. No, this person will act like the modern day equivalent of Sir Galahad at all times that he is in contact with you, and even when you are alone in an empty house together, he will conduct himself with such honor and purity that you will stand aghast in wonder. Then, late to the races as you are, you will be thrown off by his baffling chivalrousness and do sundry things to rectify your mistake, including, but not limited to, quoting Latin phrases at him, debating with him about the economy, and telling him your unsavory mental history. And though it seems inscrutable, none of these measures will work, and he will accept you as you are, and you will be left wondering what is happening in the world and what is wrong with the human race in general. This is where I am now, and I'll be durned if I know a dingity dang thing to do about it. If the world at large had any stern advice for me, I would rejoice to hear it.
It's rather late at the moment, but I don't feel at all tired. Still, I suppose I should go to bed, that being the right thing to do and all. I'll just wait until the music comes to a proper close, and then I'll go. After all, it wouldn't do to end on an unfinished note.
I'm not sure if I wrote about this already, but I'll write it anyway. So I got into the honors program at UCLA, and I'm excited, because that's really hard to do for transfer students, so I'm a little proud of myself right here. Mind you, I'm not sure what privileges my new position grants me, but I'm pretty sure extra library time is part of the package, and that by itself is worth it. Also, I get to take honors classes, and that's all anyone could ask of life. Not gonna lie, I'm going to be pretty sad to say goodbye to Ohio State, especially since I only recently declared my second major there, but really, it's UCLA, what are you going to do? I've wanted to go there for years. And who knows, maybe I can have another major anyway (even though I'll technically be a junior there, so I don't think I can declare one, but academia is a mysterious and beautiful thing and maybe things will work out). Even if I can't, though, I can still take more classes, since it's on the quarter system, so I'm sure I could take some English classes just for fun (and for the GPA boost) (not that I need it probably). So that's that. UCLA is splendid, and my future is rapidly becoming the present.
That sounded like I was trying to be poetic, and I really wasn't, so I sincerely apologize for that. It did sound nice though, didn't it?
Okay, I should probably go to bed now, so I'll bestir my weary bones and go. I hope I'm not awakened  unduly early tomorrow! Goodnight!