hello.
welcome to grouchy friday night edition.
my dog is pissed because i put his throw up in the garbage.
i am about to designate this $100 walmart giftcard for ice cream and sour patch children.
i am also actively avoiding wedding planning. you know. for that event that is occurring in two weeks.
Bad bad bad bad bad
Maybe it is finally time to start paying someone to listen/analyze/lecture.
Too. Down. Mondays are bad. Ack.
So what do I do? BLOG.
Iowa
Is it the Oklahoma of the northern midwest?
I bet I could get into their anatomy program.
I really, really need help sorting out what I’m going to do in the fall. If it’s STAY HERE/WORK HERE I will never forgive myself.
Not a good way to cheer up about upcoming life decisions
= looking at Costa Rica picturds on my family blog
HOWEVER
Zinfandel + ghosty reading + surprisingly non-shitty calzones + Jeremy reading nearby
= a very decent reprieve
I think one of the more stressful parts of being in a serious relationship is the constant knowledge (and all of the associated, even if misguided, guilt) that your life decisions will very directly impact someone else’s lifestyle/life decisions. Even though he is actively willing and supportive of any decision I’ve yet proposed.
Lately, I spend most of my time envying undergrads, and kind of fondly hating them while I’m at it.
Back to the ghost book, then!
Essence, be ye gone
Oh, forgotten blogs.
Don’t worry, nothing nude to say.
Things I’m wishing for:
A dog
Giant smartees
Sleeps
Direction
Mostly the first two. Oh, and… Title.
True and true
(texties)
Self: I left my phone in the car for 30 minutes, returned to 3 missed [parental] calls and the text, “Please call as soon as you get this!” So I called to see what was wrong. “Oh nothin, just wanted to say hi.”
Self: WHY does this only happen to me and not you?
Brother: Because I’m sassier than you