This is from last weekend's pajamas and lingerie party. Here you see the only girls enthusiastic/prepared enough to actually utilize the lingerie aspect of the party's theme - myself (middle) and my girls Jess (right) and Julie (left).
 

It's the weekend before spring break, I'm on duty, and I'm trying out a new font.

So, no new earth-shattering insight this past week....except maybe that when I feel one of those "I'm being a stupid girl but I can't stop it and I NEED TO MAKE HIM PAY BECAUSE HE JUST DOESN'T UNDERSTAND" moments, and I know that I'm doing it, I should make a mental note to apologize later. C'mon ladies, you know you've had them. Maybe you're having one right now - I had mine last Wednesday night, see a couple posts down. It sure doesn't feel like it, but it's not his fault your guts feel like you're stuck on one of those godawful carnival rides with names like "Destroyer of Humanity" and that you want to cry every 4.5 seconds. It also helps that I found the watch. Semi-long story, I'll detail it later.

Interviews done....day of reckoning is Monday. Starting at 7am, I'll be by both my phones full of trepidation, anxiety, anticipation, and vomit waiting to see what (if any) offers I get from the accounting firms I've interviewed with.

I have a huge-ass (everything is amplified if you add -ass to it) article entitled "How the U.S. Accounting Profession Got Where It Is Today: Parts I and II" to read and write a paper on for Wednesday. I'm not kidding, it's huge-ass. A hundred pages or so. That's why I'm blogging right now. See the logic?

I don't think I can add pictures to posts - I think I can only create picture-only posts. I'll play with that now.

Test picture - this is one of my favorites from last Labor Day. 

You know how it takes all the effort and pressure in the world to squeeze out that last bit of toothpaste, when there's almost nothing left in the tube but you KNOW it's in there if you can squeeze it juuuust right? I'm that bit of toothpaste, fortified with estrogen.

The urge to type incomprehensible and foul outbursts ALL IN CAPS is strong, I won't deny it. Everything's rubbing me the wrong way, pants included. I need someone who knows everything to just rub my back for awhile, and I don't have to talk. I don't have to talk about all the stuff, all the reasons the toothpaste got used up, just some sympathy til I can make it to CVS to buy a new tube. See normally I function just fine being the strong one, being 'there' for too many people, but right now I need to put on my 'it's all about ME' t-shirt and have it be true. That or like I said, backrub. Backrub, good movie, maybe a cheeseburger...

Don't mind me being a bitch tonight if I was one to you. Please.

Sitting in Accounting 221 (Cost). The lecture is about budgeting. Wearing my suit. Big travel mug of coffee next to me. Interview in 45 minutes. PWC Social taking at least four hours of my life tonight. Still haven't studied for 202. That was the exam yesterday that got canceled.

I haven't had an 8am class since last spring. That was Psych....I hated that class. What a tool that professor was.

Sales Budget - if that's wrong, everything's wrong. It provides the basis for all other budgets, and is based on sales forecasts. So there is a place for marketing majors! But Cliff just said they can be hyper-optimistic.

Ya know, no matter how much stuff I have going on in my life, I'm still not 1) dying of cancer 2) in a war zone or 3) wanting for any basic necessities. I have my health and my youth, and that's a lot more than many. There's nothing wrong with me! Ever try really sitting down and thinking about how good you have it? About all the things you have and are, not all the things you're missing or are not?

So while this whole internship interview process combined with midterms is a pain in the ass, I'm lucky to have the opportunity. Lucky to be in school, lucky to be working towards a successful career, lucky to be in the position I'm in. Lucky to be recognized for the work I do.

But I do wish I had gotten more than four hours sleep.

Warning: sappy Ryan post forthcoming.


I'm one of those people who had to suppress gag reflexes at the huggy, kissy, every night sleepover, "no I love YOU more!!!" couples. I'm practical, down-to-earth, etc etc. Past relationships kinda reflect that - they were the kind where the focus was on practicalities and technicalities, not so much plain old honest to goodness affection. Not to say it wasn't there, by any means - but the old 'there was something MISSING' definitely applies. Do you see where I'm going with this?

So, Ryan and I have been together officially for three months and five days. We do the sleepover thing, the spending real lots and lots of time together to the point of annoying our friends, the teasing, the flirting, the PDAs, the making out in various closets, vehicles, and movie theatres....all the things that would make me roll my eyes and go find something practical to do if I had to hear about it from someone else. BUT NOW I DO IT TOO.

I woke up a couple times early this morning....every time I did I saw Ryan in his gray t-shirt sleeping next to me and I smiled to myself, and went back to sleep. It's an incredible feeling of belonging and rightness....and right now in my mind it's represented by the gray t-shirt. The one that says 'ocean rescue' on it, that I made fun of him for because he's NOT a real lifeguard...and then we woke up facing each other, and he leaned in and kissed me....and I'm practical, I'm busy, I'm down-to-earth, I lose important things on a regular basis, and I'm falling for this boy.

I'm also procrastinating for my 202 exam, watching Nip/Tuck, and praying for snow.

I'm FABULOUS.

A couple weeks ago, I lost my UConn ID. I was fortunate enought to have a kind stranger pick it up and contact me the next day. About a week and a half ago I dropped my phone on the way to Jorgensen for the Kevin Smith lecture. Again, a kind stranger came to my rescue by turning it in at the Student Union information center, which contacted me immediately on my room phone.

On Friday night, I left my keys in the ignition (not running) at Ryan's apartment. I didn't realize it until the next day. After a call to my parents, the UConn Police Department, and Triple A, a garage employee opened my door within about 20 seconds and retrieved the keys, no damage.

This morning I set out to make an omelette at Ryan's apartment. I left the pan on the burner too long which promptly set off the smoke alarm, leading to a call to and brief visit from the UConn fire department.

Earlier today I walked from South dining hall to my car in the Eddy load zone. I moved my car to D-lot, where I realized that my cell phone was MIA. I came back to Eddy and called it from my room phone - it was upstairs, in the posession of a resident who had picked it up outside and was in the process of figuring out who it belonged to.

I came back downstairs to my room, reflecting on how absolutely fabulous I was, and put my dining hall cappuccino in the microwave for some rewarming. I left the room for about 22 seconds, and came back to a find fabulous cappuccino explosion.


I have got to be the most FABULOUS person I know.

Being a CA, I get to know a lot of people, myself included. And you know those little life lessons that you can hear over and over again, but don't actually get until you experience it? I've had a couple of those recently. So here's the cliche (when I figure out how to use the accent, I will): everyone has their story.

Person A is a young woman, in love with her boyfriend. He's an older grad student, she's a hardworking junior. They met in Europe thanks to Study Abroad. They maintain a long-distance relationship through nightly hour-and-a-half long phone calls and manage to see each other a couple times a month. The boyfriend has just asked Person A to 1) move to California for the summer, get a job, and live there with him, and 2) Transfer cross-country to a school closer to him. It sounds like a lot, but Person A is starry-eyed and flattered. And she can't sleep - she's been trying for the past hour. She has an 8am class tomorrow.

Person B is a young man who works too much. He spent his academic life with the biological sciences, eventually making it out with his degree. He had a steady girlfriend for nearly three years, someone he cared about more than he thought possible. He got a job, not the best job, not the most sophisticated, and maybe not the most promising - but he does it well. His girlfriend left him for reasons truly known only to her, and he worked. He has a new girlfriend now, one who loves him the way he loved the one before her- problem is the feeling isn't mutual. She's stuck on him, and he's stuck with her - who knows if he'll ever be able to hurt her enough to do the right thing.

Person C lost her virginity recently. She's the type of person who likes to be in control of her life, and doesn't take most decisions lightly. She considers herself principled and clear-headed. But then she thought she was late, and for the first time in her life she was terrified she had screwed up too badly to ever recover from, and that this time she wouldn't be the only one paying for her mistake. Nothing came of it, but she'll never look at things the same way again. At a point in her life where every opportunity for greatness was there for the taking, she started to get a glimmering of the immense complexity of decisions, opportunities, things taken for granted, principles, love, responsibility.


C'est la vie I guess....nothing's simple, in fact sometimes it's hard as shit. The hard kind of shit, not the softer varieties. Just try not to take anything for granted, remember that everyone has a story, and count your blessings. Really, life is good.

OPIM 204 conversations:

Laura: I haven't paid attention at all today
Laura: I remember something about a lot of dough
Rey: yeah..makin bread
Laura: right
Laura: bread
Rey: and he mentioned jim calhoun..that caught me for bout 10 seconds
Laura: I wonder why he just wrote "jumbled mat'l holg" on the board

Feel compelled to compile a list of things I've learned this weekend.

1. Never, never, never, NEVER EVER take for granted the people who love you. If you appreciate them, if you care about them, if you love them, if you're grateful to have them in your life, TELL THEM. When it's sincere, it can't be said too often.

2. RAOKs. Random Acts of Kindness. Have a little faith in your fellow human, and return the favor now and again. It doesn't cost you much to return that lost ID, hold that door, or pick something up for a friend "because it reminded me of you". You'll gain a little satisfaction, and the best part is, it's habit-forming.

3. Be friggin careful. Never assume that something can't happen to you.

4. But don't hesitate to try something a little new. There's a reason for all those cliches about no one learning anything new by staying home.

5. Order the pizzas well in advance for Superbowl Sunday.

6. Talk to your parents. Often. If there's something you WISH you could say but your stomach's churning like a.....churn.....just suck it up and say it. Chances are when you get that feeling, it's something they would want to know. Put yourself in their shoes.

I finally gave in and decided to post during class. What I didn't realize until just now is that I only have seven minutes of class left. So you get six minutes worth of posts (gotta subtract pack-up time).

My OPIM professor's name is Moustapha. He sounds like a Moustapha. Deep voice, African accent, large stature, almost tribal except for the glasses and fact that he's an OPIM professor. The slide on the overhead right now is entitled "Benefits of CAD/CADM".....and he just switched it.

Some business classes are just a waste of resources.