I'm not sure how many 'ch's are really supposed to be there, but it's my blog, so I'm putting how ever many the fuck I want there. Take that society. So yeah. I got into grad school. Score one for the home team. I'll be graduating in almost two months, give or take a few, then on June 2nd, I'll be going to SC to do my summer residency then I'll do my mentorship. It's low-res, so I don't actually have to move. Kickass, right? I thought so.
The boy didn't seem too excited about it, but I guess that's just how he is. He kinda hurt my feelings about it. It sucks because I've finally reached the level of attachment where he has the ability to hurt my feelings.
DANGER WILL ROBINSON! DANGER!
I know he didn't mean to. I'm just going to take my toys and play over here for a while until I feel less sad.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
14. Round and round we go.
Where it stops, nobody knows.
So yeah... room's spinnin' folks. I'm sick. Like... hellacious cold from hell sick. I tried to take a nap, had scary dreams, and now I'm here...covered in water, having trouble spelling, watching the room spin while I sit still.
...The water is from shoving my comforter in the washer while it was running. mhm. Company is coming tomorrow. I'm making the apartment spic and span and shit for their arrival. Don't ask why I'm washing my sheets. You'll judge me for the answer.
I've been in a crabby ass mood this whole week and it's because of two reasons. One) I'm sick. (As previously stated.) And B) I've turned into a girl. I feel very disconnected and lonely when I don't get to see my man, and I only see him on Fridays, so during the week, I turn into a Velociraptor. Oh wait... there's another reason...
OPTION DELTA) MY FRIENDS ARE GETTING ON MY FRIKKIN NERVES. Not all of them, mind you. Just some of them. Two of them. Well, three of them. They need to learn boundaries and how to tell time and when to put down the telephone and stuff.
I'm developing a twitch. and the room is going into a rumba. Heh. Rumba Room.
baibainow.
So yeah... room's spinnin' folks. I'm sick. Like... hellacious cold from hell sick. I tried to take a nap, had scary dreams, and now I'm here...covered in water, having trouble spelling, watching the room spin while I sit still.
...The water is from shoving my comforter in the washer while it was running. mhm. Company is coming tomorrow. I'm making the apartment spic and span and shit for their arrival. Don't ask why I'm washing my sheets. You'll judge me for the answer.
I've been in a crabby ass mood this whole week and it's because of two reasons. One) I'm sick. (As previously stated.) And B) I've turned into a girl. I feel very disconnected and lonely when I don't get to see my man, and I only see him on Fridays, so during the week, I turn into a Velociraptor. Oh wait... there's another reason...
OPTION DELTA) MY FRIENDS ARE GETTING ON MY FRIKKIN NERVES. Not all of them, mind you. Just some of them. Two of them. Well, three of them. They need to learn boundaries and how to tell time and when to put down the telephone and stuff.
I'm developing a twitch. and the room is going into a rumba. Heh. Rumba Room.
baibainow.
Monday, February 8, 2010
13. Snow, Beach, Boyfriend
Holy god, I keep forgetting this blog even exists. I'm a horrible blogger, to say the least. But oh well. I'll just pretend it's because I lead a glamorously fulfilling life and don't have time to drop in. Pfft.
So yeah... We've had quite a bit of snow lately. Well, quite a bit by Arkansan standards. And I'm about sick of it. I'm ready to punch the snow in the face and be done with it. It keeps getting in the way of my plans with the boy whom I get to see sparsely. I'm still trying to get used to being back in the girlfriend roll and I keep getting cock blocked by Jack Frost. Bright side? We're taking a trip to Gulf Shores this summer. Me= SUPER EXCITED OMG OMG. Just a little bit. I guess it'll be our last hoorah before I go to grad school (assuming I get in).
Speaking of grad school, homigod holy hell, I'm so nervous. Before it was just fear of getting accepted/rejected. Now it's fear of leaving behind the man that I've come to care about quite a bit along with all that, because let's be honest, I can't fairly ask him to uproot and move with me while he's still working on his own degree. We've had this discussion, and he's said he's more than willing to do the long distance thing, but I'm still scared shitless. I don't exactly have the best track record for keepin' 'em around, y'know? Oh well. I need to quit counting my chickens before they hatch and all that crap.
So yeah... We've had quite a bit of snow lately. Well, quite a bit by Arkansan standards. And I'm about sick of it. I'm ready to punch the snow in the face and be done with it. It keeps getting in the way of my plans with the boy whom I get to see sparsely. I'm still trying to get used to being back in the girlfriend roll and I keep getting cock blocked by Jack Frost. Bright side? We're taking a trip to Gulf Shores this summer. Me= SUPER EXCITED OMG OMG. Just a little bit. I guess it'll be our last hoorah before I go to grad school (assuming I get in).
Speaking of grad school, homigod holy hell, I'm so nervous. Before it was just fear of getting accepted/rejected. Now it's fear of leaving behind the man that I've come to care about quite a bit along with all that, because let's be honest, I can't fairly ask him to uproot and move with me while he's still working on his own degree. We've had this discussion, and he's said he's more than willing to do the long distance thing, but I'm still scared shitless. I don't exactly have the best track record for keepin' 'em around, y'know? Oh well. I need to quit counting my chickens before they hatch and all that crap.
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