A Lot Can Happen in Two Months

I bought a car, moved into my first apartment, and today was my 2-monthiversary at the firm. Life is good, but that stuff's not what this post is about.

So what is it about.....right around now is where I get the feeling that blogs are childish, and how mortified I'd be if anyone from work saw this. Not that I'd get into trouble, but they're all a bunch of sarcastic assholes (not unlike me), and I'd get shit for it forever.

So while in my semi-drunk ("lubricated") state I'd love to write all about boys, vaginas, and money, that's all stuff that I keep inside my head for the most part. I'm too ma-ture to write it here anymore. Swear.

Counting Down

Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes once said that it's better to receive than to give. GETTING things is better than HAVING things. Of course as Hobbes points out, everything you get turns into something you have. Calvin then explains that "that's why you always have to get new stuff."

After Christmas has to be one of the best times for new stuff. Before Christmas, not so much. Last week I paid $20 for a pair of awesome soft fuzzy slippers, and today saw the same ones on sale for $8. Maybe I should get another pair and keep them on reserve?

I probably should feel at least a little ashamed of myself. In the last two days I've gotten two new purses, one new pair of shoes, four new bras (three of which were parts of matching sets, so add three pair of underwear), a new coat, five new tops, and that doesn't include Christmas gifts, or the many things I got in the last couple weeks (add more shoes, more tops, and pants). Get your Masters, go shopping. That seems to be the pattern.

I can justify all of it....and I did get crazy deals on almost everything (new coat originally $140, marked down to $40, extra discount to $33...and it's warm and I needed it....and one of the purses was free, and the other one was only $12), and almost everything is for work. Work work work. Work starts on January 2nd, which gives me three whole days to have a panic attack. And clean my room. It needs it.

I'm already planning what to buy after I settle on an apartment. Couch, armchair, bed....that'll be fun. The only thing I'm NOT looking forward to shopping for is a car.

Target move date is Feb. 3rd....let's say St. Patty's Day for the car. I love to plan.

Oh Baby

Don't know if I mentioned this here yet or not, but my aunts are having babies. Babies galore. Both of my mom's sisters, one of whom is around my mom's age, are having their firsts very soon or early next year. The younger one is having a girl, the elder is having twins, a boy and a girl. The elder's in the hospital right now, confined there until she delivers. The babies will be preemies...sometime in the next two weeks, I'll have two very new, very tiny cousins (currently about 2.5 pounds each). Then in another month or two, the younger aunt is due to have her little girl too.

How scary must it be, for your body to be almost unrecognizable, to be stuck in the hospital where doctors and nurses examine every last inch of you, and to know that your children will, without a doubt be born prematurely, and to have no way of knowing how permanent the damage is? Like any new parent, you're just praying for them to be healthy....but in this case, the odds are already stacked against them.

Ouch, my...absence of a tooth!

Jeff you're right, there is something to this Mat Kearney character.

I'm not gonna bore you with more MSA talk, cuz I'm so close to done at this point that I'm sick of saying that. I have something new to bitch about!

See I got my wisdom teeth removed about three weeks ago, and everything seemed to heal well. Until today. The pain's grown steadily worse to the point where I'm back on mushy food. Something's infected, or something.

Lovely, eh? I'll make sure I keep you all posted.

Six Days

...til the last due date. Second MSA semester's close to done. Unfortunately, so is the idea of taking off to Northern Ireland next month, as Jonny has to work. I floated the idea of him coming here next week, which he can get off, so we'll see.

Dear god, in a few weeks I go to work for The Man. These could be last few weeks of freedom, being broke, and living with my parents. Ever.

Shower-Fresh Procrastination

Nothing better than that warm, cozy, clean-smelling feeling you get right after a nice hot shower on a cold day. It's Thanksgiving Eve, also approaching my last week of MSA work, aka finals week, which also involves catching up on everything I've neglected lately. My cat is bored - he's walking around the dining room aimlessly staring/scratching at furniture. Poor little guy. I know the feeling.

In a little over a week, 10 days to be exact, I'll either be looking at apartments in Manchester or getting ready for trip #2 to Northern Ireland. It remains to be seen if Jonny can score a week off, but if he can, you better believe I'm going. I've got almost a month off before I sign my soul over to the accounting gods, and I feel it in my bones to travel. Even more than that I'm finding that maybe this idea of a long-distance relationship isn't the worst thing ever. Maybe it's worth it. And it's going to take some faith on my part, but the best things usually do - beats being cynical forever.

At any rate, if this December trip doesn't work out, and even if it does, I can expect an Irish visitor for a couple weeks early in 2007.

My poor term project is begging for some attention. Senioritis is a real thing, with the end so close in sight. My mind slides right to the end of the week, instead of the very obvious hurdles right in front of me.

I just got a drunk phone call, make that two, from my friend Rey. He along with every other person my age I know is out in Hartford tonight.....bastard. Ok I could've gone too, it's my own fault cuz of procrastation, etc....but still. Bastard.

Can't. wait. to. move. out. Oh and by the way, I'll be living with a fireman. Score!

Is Anyone Alive Out There?

I keep writing in MySpace instead of here, for the main reason that I'm not sure if anyone still reads this. But that could actually work to my advantage....I could write all sorts of juicy private detail here and not worry about it! So where did I leave off?

2.5 weeks to go til I say bye to grad school....and as usual I'm procastinating to an unhealthy degree. I have a little bit of an excuse this week - I got my wisdom teeth, all 4, dug out of my jaw on Monday, and I'm still healing. Hence the reason I get to take percocet, hence the reason I'm typing really, really fast. I'm gonna miss this stuff. They gave me 20 and I've used 4.....how much you think I can rake in with the other 16?

This is not gonna be a fun weekend in terms of work....I've put the big projects off again.....but hey, it's all good. EVERYTHING'S good right now. I'm 22 and about to finish my masters and walk into a nice, secure, plenty of room-for-advancement accounting job. I've got the cool laid-back but responsible male roommate lined up, a car to go into debt for, an awesome cat, and a lover in Ireland. What more could a girl want?

Speaking of which, there's a pretty good chance I'll be back overseas in a few weeks. At the same time, I've agreed to a date with an old friend here. Dangerous ground to write about on pain meds....ah well. Life is pretty good, and I'm not gonna waste it holding off for a long-distance maybe. If it works out,wonderful. If the one here works out, wonderful. If neither works out, the sun still comes up tomorrow. At least I can say I gave it all a shot.

CAN'T WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO BE DONE!!!! YAYYY LIFE!!!!!