35 posts tagged “life”

I made it back to Btown. It's still really odd not having to go to work or classes. Every so often I stop and spaz thinking I am missing work.
I sorted through some things at my parents to see if there was anything I needed or wanted before the big move.
Now that I got it out here, I have resorted through some of it and got rid of a couple things.
Still need to get rid of a bed and a couple of chairs.
My new apartment called to let me know my application had been approved.... I had called them over a month ago to see if they had gotten all my paperwork and she told me then that I had been approved, that the lady I had been working with had been on vacation all week.
Fast forward and she is just getting around to calling me. Since I had her on the phone i asked about utilities and things, and she was all "You don't have any information on them yet?" Uh no. Moving 690 miles, why would I. So I asked her to give them to me, so now I need to set that up. yippie.

When I was at the parent's I went to my hometown library and picked up some CD's one was Seal's new album System. To be honest I had completely forgotten it had come out. I like Seal, I have since the very beginning, but unlike some bands he falls into the group that I own all or most of their albums and like all of them I just don't keep up with them. Train falls into that group too. Anyway, back to System... it's really good. Not that I wasn't expecting it to be, I think it's just that every time I hear Seal, I remember how fantastic he is and wonder why I don't listen to him more often.

Today I get to take my cherry tree out of hibernation. When I was in DC I bought a grow-a-cherry-tree kit.I hope it grows, but my expectations are pretty low. It has spent a month in the fridge - per the directions and I get to take it out today. If all goes well I figure it will be years that I can keep repotting it in bigger pots and by the time I am settled down and ready to buy a house it will be big enough to go in a yard.
Speaking of repotting - two of my shamrocks got replanted when I was home this weekend.  I asked the parents to try not to kill them.

Did I tell you I got super-fantastic luggage for graduation? I did. It's super-fantastic. I have never had a real suitcase before. I have always carried duffles, but I figured since I have a big girl job now, big girl luggage might be appropriate. When I get motivated I will take a picture for you.

Well I think that is everything for now, the wind has left my sails.

Hi Strangers.

It seems like ever since I finished my classes I have just been too tired to blog.
It's not that I haven't thought of anything to say.

I was going to tell you about this crazy conspiracy dream I had: basically Tortuga and I are the same person and I was some sort of experiment. I had it all figured out in my dream, and the more I laid awake this morning the more everything seemed to make sense. There were a lot more details that I am just too tired to go into.
Maybe when I am feeling less drained, I will tell you about it.

I have my move all set up - short of my "survey" which will be in the next week or two.

I passed all my classes, which is a good thing. I needed to pass them.
So I am just going to mention to my group from hell and to the Devil - GFO.

I am having a party at the Farm tomorrow, if anyone wants to come.

So now I am going to go back to watching TV and rotting my hard earned educated brain.

I am finished.

18 months and I am finished.

Turning in my last assignment seemed rather... anti-climatic.

I ended up writing my paper in the bathtub.

Yeah the bathtub.
The last assignment I ended up locking myself in the bathroom because I get too distracted. There are no windows or computers, televisions or anything else. Just a toilet and a tub, pretty non-interesting and distracting.
So that is where I ended up there again today, only this time in the bathtub.
Oh, stop squirming. There was no water in the tub. It was dry.
Good thing because I had my laptop with me.
But I was able to finish my paper in a little over an hour.

So, now I have a whole lot of nothing to do.
My last day of work is Thursday, Graduation is Saturday and then people are moving away or going back to class and I will have time to read, watch tv and movies, catch up on my interwebs, send emails and overall lay on my futon an contemplate the meaning of life.

Prepare for a bunch of random meaningless posts.

In two days I leave for the Farm before heading to DC.

I am sort of torn on going.

A. I have a ton of shit to do before the end of the semester

B. I am so burned out and am really looking forward to a 'vacation'

Really it's more of a 'house' hunting trip. House being a small apartment preferably under $1300/mo.

I finally wrangled up enough quarters to do a load of laundry. Only my clothes didn't get dry. So now they are spread all over my apartment. I hate the idea of packing wet clothes.

I was suppose to go see Riverdance Wednesday, but I think I am going to skip it. If I stay in town for the show, it means I won't get out of here until after 11. Which means I won't get in until 1.30. I then have to be up at 4 to be at the airport by 5. Ugh.

I had the unfortunate experience of swimsuit shopping this weekend. I can think of 200 other things I would rather do.
I finally was able to find a top that fit, by fit I mean nothing falls out the top, bottom or sides. They wanted $74. For just the top. The bottom was another $54.
I only needed it for sitting in a hot tub a couple times. I didn't want to pay that much for it.
I went back and got one I found at Target - it pulls a little funny, but I think it will work. It was only $16.

Okay, so I got some work to do and packing to start.... So I'll catch you all later.

Oh and welcome back Tortuga.

As if the last two weeks haven't been hard enough...

I have spent the whole day trying to write one case study. I have second one that I have to be done with by 12.35.
It's worth a series chunk of my grade but I can't bring myself to care. My prof's "grading rubric" seems dependent on the way the wind is blowing when she grades. What works one week doesn't the next.

My more frequent readers may recall my annoyances of living next to the Stadium, such as the 9 am soundchecks before football games.
Well I don't know what sort of asshattery was going on at the stadium but they were making annoucments at 8.40 on Saturday morning. I hope they all burn.

Being thats it was 8.30 I figured I should rustle up some grub for dinner and decide on pasta. While draining the water I  managed to drop an entire pot of spaghetti into my garbage disposal.

So now I am tired, hungry and annoyed with the homework.

To paraphrase, I hate everything.

<At least I haven't broken down yet>

I realized today how drained I really am.

Nearing the end of the semester there's been a build up of homework and projects and those have been wearing me down.
This whole job thing keeps me up at night. I haven't had a decent nights sleep in weeks.
The impending trip to DC have been driving me nuts.
And I am just feeling drained.

This morning I realized how much everything has just worn me down.
I called my sister to tell her I changed my mind about her going to DC.
Sometime between sleep and consciousness I realized that if I take this job and move 500 miles away I'm not going to get to see her, my parents or the rest of my family for a while. I won't have the money or time to randomly fly home, and they probably won't be dropping in. So this trip might be the last time we get to spend any time together.

Only when I called to tell her, I completely broke down sobbing. I am that stressed out over it.
I managed to get out that I had changed my mind and if she still wanted to come she could. Her response "I don't know. I'll have to check my next paycheck" in her uppity attitude that means she thinks I will really be wounded that she didn't immediately say 'yes'. Whatever. The point is, I asked and threw the ball back in her court. She will resent me for ever for calling her on the carpet about her attitude. She can't hold it over me for refusing to let her come.

After pulling myself together I headed to my group meeting and then class. Which for once  didn't grate on every nerve - we had to make a paper prototype of an entertainment center for children 7-12 years old. (Yes, I really am in a library program). Then I hauled ass back to my apartment to see if the package my mom sent arrived. It was suppose to be here yesterday, but as of today it still hadn't come.
I called mom to let her know. And then she called me back. My sister was brought up and she asked about why I called her this morning.
I broke down again talking to her. I just can't keep it together.

I am lucky to have not started sobbing sitting here at work. I don't get off for another 50 minutes or home for another hour and a half. It would make for a really long hour. Plus it's raining outside.

But tomorrow is Friday, I am going to class and then heading to my apartment where I am going to watch Atonement, play this goofy game, Farm Frenzy I found, and then I may go see the movie 21 and maybe go to dinner.

Does anyone want to go?

Hi Folks, it's me.

How are you?

I'm tired. Really tired. I'm not sleeping much again.

I didn't do so well on the homework I had to turn in on EASTER!

Oh well, it's one assignment closer to graduation.

Which leads me to, post-graduation. And my job.

Did I tell you I got the official "report for duty" call? I have 6 months. Mom and I are going out to case the town in a couple weeks. Originally I was told the job was in DC, like a moron, I assumed it was in DC. Not in the 'burbs.
I don't want to live in the burbs. I wanted to live in the city.

But thats not the point, Mom wanted to know if my sister could come along on our trip. My sister and I have pretty much always gotten along. We still do. But she met her husband a few years ago (and I like my brother in law, I really really do. I couldn't hope for a better one) and ever since then she has taken on this Holier-art-thou-I'm-better-than-you attitude. Everything has to revolve around her and her life, it's been me me me since the wedding, and even before that. She has always had better paying jobs than me, and never minded rubbing it in my face.
I didn't want her to go because I didn't want this trip to be about her. If I take this job it will be a long time before I see my Mom again and I wanted to spend some time with her. Polywog also has a habit of putting her two cents where it doesn't really belong and my mom has been known to favor her over me. So when she asked to drag Polywog alone I was crushed because if I said 'no' both would be pissed. If she went, I would be pissed.

Mom cornered me last night on AIM and pretty much guilt-tripped me into saying she could go. So mom told her this morning she could go, but Polywog called me, it went to voicemail. I avoided calling her back all day. She called me back.

I finally called her on the carpet about her attitude. I told her I was having enough problems making a decisions without needing her me me me attitude because this trip wasn't about her. I told her I didn't think she meant to be self-centered and egocentric but thats exactly how it's been. So I told her if she could keep her opinions to her self she could come. She sort of took the hint and bowed out.

I am sort of torn, because once upon a time we use to get a long really well. We had girls weekends when my dad was out of town. So this trip had the potential to be fun. But lately she just sort of takes the fun out of everything.
After that difficult awkward part of the conversation we talked about a bunch of other stuff and she seemed okay. I am sure it will come back to bite me in the ass. We'll see.

Yesterday I joined Facebook. I know, I swore I never would. But I did. My cousin, one who I rarely see but I like, sent me an AIM message asking me to join. Which pretty much makes that everyone having a facebook page.
So I joined.  I am not impressed.
And a former friend/co-worker friended me. I have nothing against her other than she has a big mouth, but then the whole place was full of big mouths and she isn't much for keeping in touch. I sort of have this policy that if I send you a couple emails and get no response, I quit sending them. Later she told Tortuga that she was hurt that I harshly cut her out of my life. Whatever. I went ahead and friended her back, just to see if she actually bothered to make real contact.

This morning about 8.50 there was a girl hit by a car as she was crossing the street. I think she is okay. The ambulance wasn't in a big hurry to get her to the hospital and everything wasn't taped off like she had been killed.
Then as I was leaving class this morning, the fire alarm went off. I assume the library and SLIS is still standing. 6 fire trucks passed me as I was walking away from the building. I am guessing it was a false alarm.
But if you don't want to see/hear a fire truck, you better stay away from me.

At least the weather was really nice today.

So in the many things I do not like and feeling miserable about Vox demands a subject?

bah.

I have pretty much lost the will to blog. I don't think it's my blog's fault, it hasn't done anything.
It's just that I have lost the will to do anything and everything. I had hoped that spring break would recharge my batteries but it failed to do so. My goal over break was to finish reading the novels needed for my assignment - I had about 12 left, but only succeeded in finishing 4. I think I am just burned out on JV fiction. I have started Artemis Fowl and 25 pages managed to crack the code. Srsly? I really hope there is more to it because if thats all there is I'm gonna be disappointed. It was the only reason I started it. I also started the 3rd in the Rainbow series called Rainbow Road. I think there is another I started but don't remember what it is. Basically I am starting a lot of books and can't be arsed to finish them.

But of things I have finished: many moons ago I started watching (more like rewatching and filling in some missing seasons) the Highlander series since my library finally got around to getting all 6 seasons on DVD. When I was on break season 6 came in. Now I will be the first to admit that it wasn't exactly the best, well made show on television but I liked it none the less. Not including all the plot holes and obnoxious characters and bad accents. Truth be told, I was only lukewarm on season 5 - it was just so hit and miss. Season 6 was a trainwreck. If it could even be called that. I know, I know they were trying out new leads for Raven, Adrien Paul was busy with other stuff, everyone else was spent so they only half came to work. Whatever.
They should have wrapped it up in 5 and called it done.  The first two eps of the season, which were follow up to  season 5's finale where horrid. I'm not sure if they were really horrid or if it's my hate of the character James Horton, who is completely overrated and over-used. The series finale was lame. McLeod not making an appearance for a couple of eps was lame (hello? the show is called "Highlander", not "Some Random Immortal and Co."). The highlight of the season was the Methos and Joe Road Trip, aka "Indiscretions".
Le sigh. I no longer wonder how the mess known as the Source came to be. If I could unwatch 95% of season 6 I would. But I finished it.

Back to the books, I completely tanked my booktalk. For the details  I stuck with my original topic of WWII and kept Number the Stars and Code Talker, and then used Daniel Half Human. Presented in that order. I did okay on my intro and Number the Stars, Code Talker I started to crack and you could see the smoke and flames. By the time I started on Daniel Half Human I was in a fiery decent heading towards a crash landing with no hope of ejecting before hitting the ground. Folks, it was ugly. My 5-7 minute presentation ended in about 2.5 minutes. I haven't gotten my grade back, and I don't want it back. I had nightmares about it for days and would lay in bed at night going over all the facts I got wrong. Thinking of it again brings back terrible flashbacks.

I got the phone call I have been waiting on. I am moving to Virginia/DC after graduation. I also decided that I do not want to go. But I have no other real options. My family is pretty much forcing me to go. We are visiting in mid-April to start looking for an apartment, but I really do not want to go.

My dad's side of the family lost the 3rd person this year. I told my grandmother that if I move she isn't allowed to die. I wasn't very close to anyone who passed, but they were my late grandfathers siblings and spouses. So that isn't so far from my Grandma.

In other completely TMI-Randomness I got a new bra, they put me in a bigger one. I do not want a bigger bra (yes, okay it is more comfortable), the band size didn't change, in fact it's almost too big now. People, I am now in triple letters. I don't mean a AAA.

I have yet to get graduation announcement, and can't decide if I want to have a party. I am thinking about throwing a Graduation/Going Away party.

I had a "party" for St. Patrick's day, but only two people came (I only invited 4- that's all I know). We had a good time anyway and we ate cake.

Yesterday I drove back to the Farm to go see Lord of the Dance. I won't say it was bad, but I won't say it was superfantastic. Maybe I will put this in a different blog, just because.

I have two case studies to write for the Prof from Hell. They are due Easter Sunday.

I am going to a friends to color eggs tomorrow, not because I like eggs but because I am avoiding the above assignment. I am sort of hoping maybe it won't be that hard and once I sit down and start it will be easy and I can turn it in on Saturday morning so then I can come home and watch movies the rest of the day. But it's the getting started I have problems with.

If you have managed to keep up with any of this, you are doing better than me.

I want a doughnut.

You know I was out of town, and I even posted that I was back....

But you know... I don't really feel back. Maybe it's because I am so tired and I have (still am) been working on a ton of homework I just haven't been feeling creative lately.

I feel like I have lost my snarkiness. Or as someone messaged me - my wit and charm.

This makes me sad.

Because then all I have to say are things like: "I filed my taxes today" which is true.

Oh and I am hosting a party tomorrow that is technically a Super Bowl - Commercial Watching party. Even though a friend is refusing to come because she hates sports, the rest of us could care less either, but we are still begging her to come and hang out with us anyway.
So if anyone else wants to come we'll be here about 5.30.

I decided tonight that I want a new tattoo and I don't want to be a librarian anymore. My mother was a baker/cake decorator, I think that's what I want to do.

See? I have lost all will...

How do you feel about your birthday?  Do you look forward to it and remind all your friends, or do you dread it and try to keep it a secret?

I sort of like my birthday. My cousin was born on my 17th birthday. At the time I sort of thought he was an awesome present. Now I wish we could trade him in on a different model.

I generally don't remind everyone, well not constantly. I did post a big note on my blog.

It seems to be a popular time of the year. I have a friend who was born on the 17th, one the 18th, mine is the 19th. A coworkers was the 14th and 21st. I have a cousin, an aunt and an uncle all born between the 11-29.

And as my dad would remind you, the Marine Corps birthday is the 10th.
He served in the Marines for 4 year, 30 years ago... He's had me 27 years. Can't remember what day I was born.