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!
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!
posted by Laura at 11:25:00 PM
2 Comments:
You know it is funny how the history of firefighting and fire education has evolved over the years. Just 5 years ago we were telling kids to "Stop, Drop, and Roll" when dealing with a fire inside a house. Then a couple of people from up top said, "Hey, wouldn't it make sense to tell people to just get out." And that is where we are now.
Don't Stop, Don't Drop, Just F---ing Run.
Happy Thanksgiving Laura.
I remember the Fire Safety bus coming to my elementary school. They showed us a video with dancing matches that sang, "if you ever play with matches you will burn, burn, burn!"
No lie, I could sing it.
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