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It's been a while

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:28:38 GMT

I don't really use or maintain this blog anymore, but every once in a while I feel guilty and decide I owe it some attention.

Lately I've been very active around town. And for me, active doesn't necessarily mean exercise, it means I haven't been holed up in my apartment for weeks on end. Two plays, two movies, several museum outings and galleries within the past month is pretty impressive, and I hope to keep it up. I keep reminding my friends that even with looming thesis responsibilities, we don't have much time left in this city together.

All of these doings have been good for my soul and my mind, but now that it's a week from when the boy will be here... I know I could have used that time to get ahead in my school assignments. I have quite the list of things "to do" before the end of the month... thesis, projects, a paper or two. Plus clean my apartment and get some of his presents in order... I finally tracked down the elusive present I've been trying to get my hands on for months... thanks to some help from my mom. There's one more to get... I have four major presents accumulated from holidays this past 10 months and I told myself that I had plenty of time to think of what to get. Now I only have a week.

Life is getting away from me. Everything seems to move quickly... and simultaneously slowly.

Unlucky me?

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 10:12:13 GMT

“We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it” -Tennessee Williams

Excerpt from an e-mail to boyfriend:

My building was set on fire last night. Some idiot(s) set a port-a-potty next to the building on fire, it set the siding on fire, and 20 foot flames and a melted port-a-potty resulted. The siding nearest the blaze needed to be removed. It was around 1:00 am, and I didn't answer the door when the fire department knocked because I don't have a peep hole*, but I eventually went outside and the fire was being put out. I'm quite sure no one in my building noticed it, it must have been someone across the street. My apartment smelled like smoke all night, I tried to imagine to myself that it was just a fireplace, but it was scary to wake up my million times in the night (as I always do) and remember, and think what if no one saw it?

I know what it's like to be around people who are thinking up stupid things to do. "Oh, let's go XXXX, it'll be so funny." They don't think about anything bad that could happen, they just think about their amusement. But setting something next to a building on fire is barely a step away from setting a building on fire. My mom said "what happened to just tipping them over? It just smells, no major damage..."

Everything is fine, the part of the building was outside a stairwell and not someone's place.

*I was watching a movie and the pounding quickly transfered to the door across the hall, so I assumed it was a drunk person looking for the correct apartment.

Chickadee

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 16:00:33 GMT

I woke up an hour ago and went, as I usually do, straight to my computer to check my e-mail. Looking past my screen to the window sill were two finches and a chickadee, hopping around looking for food. I moved and they looked up at me, as if to say, "why is the feeder empty? Why have you stopped feeding us?" This made me feel rather guilty, and I opened the window (scaring them away) to take the feeder. Now they have some seed on the sill and a full feeder, and they have started to investigate.

If I weren't going home for a month, I would probably go out right now and buy some finches to keep me company.

Oh birdies.

Tradition!

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 10:34:36 GMT

I'm watching Fiddler on the Roof. Which I've never seen.

Quite shocking, given that I've had to play "Sunrise, Sunset" and "If I Were a Rich Man" on my violin dozens of times. Those, plus "Ashokan Farewell" and "Irish Washerwoman" are pretty standard requests/needs for the elementary/high school set. By all means, play us a pretty little ditty, never mind that you know several Bach concertos.

Anyway, I'm browsing Craigslist because I need a bookcase (sooo many books) and of course I start looking for other things. A barrister bookcase to replace the peach-painted one I have that is falling apart. A waterfall bedroom set (even though my dressers and bed frame are lovely...) mid-century maple end tables and hutch (like my Grandma Jean's), another chrome and vinyl dinette, a cherry round pedestal table... a to go in the yellow craftsman bungalow I don't have. Nothing like living in an apartment surrounded by hand-me-down furniture to wish I could re-decorate. :P

Ah, life's tough, huh?

Thoughts on things

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 09:19:13 GMT

Tonight watching Gossip Girl (bad bad tv, but oh so entertaining to me), the poor character's (can't remember any of their names, Dan maybe?) plot arc had a lot to do with his parents giving everything to send them to this great school. And I was thinking... why don't more parents do that? Not work and slave to send their kids to some posh private school, but maneuver to send their children to the best school they can possibly find/afford.

I assumed thought my childhood that every parent did just that... I went to several elementary schools (all public, on either academic merit or open enrollment or both) and finally the private school of my choice due to my generous grandparents. But when I got to college I realized not everyone had the same experience. I can honestly say though Vis wasn't the BEST place for me, I was never bored, I never had a chance to goof off, and my first year at Morris, though emotional and difficult socially, was very easy. Not until my senior year did I have to study the way I did at Vis.

And as much as I think I wouldn't make a stellar mom, though I don't know if I would be able to afford a private school, I know I'd make sure I moved to a school district or found open enrollment or applied for scholarships to get my kids into the best, most innovative and challenging schools.

We won't get into extra-curriculars. And I hate driving so I won't be doing the commute my parents did. But yeah. Random Amy.

Life as it is

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:18:36 GMT

So much is up in the air. There are many plans in the works for this quarter and this year for school, but I'd rather not talk about it until everything is settled.

I used to be very vague in here, because of people who read it. And perhaps too open with things that should have been more private.

Every day, I'm torn and don't know what I want to be, who I want to be, where or how or any of those questions words plus etre.

How and when do I compromise? What's a deal breaker?

Must be PMS. I'm so fucking moody.

Emo kids and Cats

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 06:51:51 GMT

Bumbershoot was this weekend. Saw/heard some great bands. Saw/heard lots of little Emo Seattlites. When I was in high school I didn't see many kids dressed in anything besides the latest Abercrombie sweaters and whatever the cool style of Doc Martins happened to be. I wonder if that had to do with the Vis and St. Thomas dress codes (no unnatural hair colors for the girls (and boys, I suppose) and military school boys need regular haircuts... though in my day the desired look would have been long shaggy James Van Der Beek styles and not swoopy black bangs...

There is thunder and lighting outside. That is almost unheard of in this area. I missed it. Suits my mood. Now it's gone.

Cats seem to want to cuddle with me whenever I wander my neighborhood. At least in the past week. I wonder why.

Sometimes I want to just drop something heavy on my foot or slam my hand in the door. I finally understand the mentality of people cutting/burning themselves to manifest pain in a physical, visible way. Not going to do it. But understand a bit more.

Proof of my expensive taste:

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 08:14:11 GMT

In the last week several WAY out of my range items have caught my eye. Here is a short illustrated list:

Christian Louboutain shoes: I can't find a picture, but they are black satin pointy toe stiletto heels. On the back is a two-toned inch and half wide black satin bow, a falling waterfall of loops.

Price: $925

This is the one item I think I can improvise on my own. If I find plain satin pumps, my mom is a whiz at making bows (silly florist that she is) and I can use a glue gun or such.

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Rebecca Minkoff "Elisha" purse: It's a beautiful, soft leather satchel with a shoulder strap and wrist straps, the top is slightly curved and it has a flat bottom. Soooooo adorable.

Price: $585

Not the most expensive bag ever, but certainly no where near my price range. I looked on the website www.bagborrowsteal.com where you can pay a fee to rent a bag, but they don't have it.

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Tiffany "Bloom" ring: I saw it on a girl working at Anthropologie and it was just so pretty. At least I think it's this ring, it's not really polite to ask, I just told her I thought it was beautiful. I don't really like diamonds, but for some reason it caught my eye.

Price: $2,350 (Can we hear a big "fuck no"?)

There's a place in Capitol Hill that makes huge cocktail rings with semi-precious and precious stones, they start at a *lot* less and maybe I'll treat myself for my 25th. About time I start wearing grown up jewelry.

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Coach "Phoebe" swing leather jacket: it's in a caramel yellow leather. Bracelet length sleeves.

Price: $998

Oh well. It's fine, not as if I'm dying for any of this stuff. It's just stuff. But it's so pretty. And/or feels so nice. Heh. It's okay, if I wanted to I could have chosen a lucrative career. Stuff doesn't make me happy. But it doesn't make me unhappy, either. :)

Oh, you know, stuff

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 09:31:42 GMT

I can tell I'm in my mid twenties. People all around me (okay, on Facebook) are: getting cars, houses, and spouses. And one child. I am... getting more school. And... spending money. Which is cool with me. But the biggest drag right now of being a student at 24 is... I'm nearly 25. And that's the age I get kicked off my parent's insurance.

I've been paying my share of it, but it's a good plan. I've been doing my research and I'm not impressed with the plan available to me through UW. First of all, with no employer paying part, it's more expensive. But for being more expensive, it has waaaay fewer benefits. Some of the restrictions seem to me (at this late hour) a bit ridiculous. Such as... you have to fill prescriptions at the on campus pharmacy. And go to the doctor on campus. When I get sick, I don't feel like walking 6 blocks, waiting for a bus, sitting on a bus for 30 minutes, walking another 5 blocks (up several flights of stairs), waiting for some bullshit person who weighs me and is convinced the scale said I'm 100 pounds and is also convinced that my sore throat is caused by an STD (thanks, when I tell you I'm in a committed relationship and haven't seen my boyfriend in several months... I'm a 24 year old graduate student. Give me some CREDIT)... having to pay the lab fees for a test I said I didn't think I needed and then repeating the trip home, where you wait for the diagnosis to travel back the same route to go to the pharmacy.

*sigh*

Gotta be a better insurance plan.

Really? Really? Dude. (That's my PNW slang coming out).

Lately

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 07:18:29 GMT

Emily and Becca were out here in Seattle for a few days, it was wonderful. A bit weird because eventually you run out of things to say when you hang out 24-7, but we sort of wanted to milk it for all it was worth. Unfortunately the weather was crappy, I had all these fun sunny day activities planned, and that didn't work out. Oh well. I'll see them in September when I go home. Stuff seems to have gone permanently sour with Amy... I don't know what the hell happened to her, I miss the old her. But if she's changed and it's not a phase... then I guess that's the way it goes.

My first boyfriend (Mike) just got engaged. I knew about it, he'd been telling me his plans for months. I don't know his fiance really (she was a few years behind me at Vis) but she has a rep for being really sweet. It's just funny though... she's his 2nd girlfriend. There are several ways to look at that, I won't go into it. He did the whole surprise thing and I guess she ate that all up... I don't understand the draw, myself. Anyway, it's just funny. It's funny that someone with whom I remember being so young and naive is all grown up... and I wish time wouldn't go so fast.

Someone just tried to park next to the holly trees across the street... heard lots of scratching. Haha. They seem to have left. People who don't live around here don't seem to understand why no one parks there (the trees go right up to the curb and if you have a passenger they're shit out of luck.

Eh. Stuff.

I really think my brain is mush

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 07:10:49 GMT

Alison and I went to Portland for the weekend. I LOVE that city. We kept a running tally of the reasons we like Portland.

What I like about Portland:

The train station. It's beautiful. Not like Seattle's King Street Station, which is disgusting (a bit of research tells me that Seattle is buying the station and plans to restore it, thank GOD).

The Pearl District.

The transportation system

Powell's (they had the Irreverent Guide to Seattle/ Portland, which I couldn't find at any of the local Barnes and Noble stores).

PAM. Their collection and building and location etc etc is much more similar to other museums I enjoy such as MIA and AIC. I just about orgasmed in one modern gallery, which had an amazing pairing of Harry Bertoia "Dandelion" with Larry Poms "Tamy" and the arrangement was gorgeous from every angle, including the balcony from the floor above.

Their sculpture court was also very nice... a much more inviting entrance to the museum than SAM (I won't even mention the so named but unused (and uncomfortable) such space at the Henry).

We had some great beer (our hotel was 2 blocks from a McMenamins) and good shopping. Lots of laughs too... when asked if she knew of any good tapas places our waitress at a nearby bar thought I said "topless" and started to suggest a few places... that was awkward but I laughed for probably 5 minutes afterword.

The "Saturday" market was only okay, but I loved the Chinese garden. Didn't make it to the Rose garden, I hope to go back sometime this fall or winter to visit again.

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 03:08:38 GMT

As glorious as summer in Minnesota is (especially at my parent's house or in Morris) I am once again in love with Seattle. Perfect heat, no humidity, no bugs... it's gorgeous. Plus, living within walking distance of pretty much whatever I need and it actually being nice enough to walk... golly.

Today I went with Alison to the UW Waterfront Activity Center and rented a canoe. $4 an hour for students... means $2 apiece. It was fun, though I wish I knew how to sail. My brother knows how but I never learned. Lake Union is gorgeous, lots of big boats (honest to god yachts) and plenty of kayaks too.

Next weekend I'm taking the train to Portland and the weekend after Becca and Emily will be here for a visit. I'm so excited. :)

Hurrah!

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 19:50:09 GMT

Happy Fourth of July! It's gorgeous here, sunny and warm and I'm about to go take the garbage out (hehe).

Hope everyone has a wonderful day!

Summer

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 06:49:50 GMT

So, today I solidified two trips: bought my ticket and reserved a hotel for my mom and myself for London in August, and bought train tickets and reserved a hotel for Alison and myself in Portland in July... oddly our hotel in Portland is more than the one in London... more choice in London I suppose, and for some reason the weekend in Portland is very popular, we hope there isn't a festival or something going on.

I'm also planning on going to Vancouver in August and home in September. My trip to San Francisco I'll have to plan for later, because this summer is getting a bit crammed.

I had fun tonight... Alison came over and we went to dinner and watched Rushmore. Last night Lindsae came over and we went to dinner and had a few beers. And tonight and tomorrow I should clean, because my apartment is still quite messy.

So.

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 09:47:46 GMT

I've been watching a lot of girly videos lately (lonely I guess? Reminds me of my mom, the only person I actually agree to watch silly movies with). Two Lindsay Lohan movies and then Princess Diaries 2 because I like Anne Hathaway and hadn't seen it because I didn't like the first. And that one was a BIG mistake (GOD WAS IT AWFUL! AAWWFFUULL!). And I thought what the heck, I'll watch "The Prince and Me." And... it wasn't bad. Annoying that she takes him home for Thanksgiving to her family farm in WI and there is NO SNOW and it's GREEN outside. And I'm no expert, but I've never heard of super-modified lawn tractor racing. And her university (the Badgers... so I'm guessing UW Mad-town) for some reason had maroon and gold colors. That I can get past.

Anyway. It was a decent, entertaining movie. And I completely identified with the main character, who gets annoyed with her lovey-dovey friends who get married early and don't go for their dreams... the whole time Paige is in Denmark with her prince I kept thinking "What about med school? What about it? COME ON stop being a dope and a sell-out!!" And she decides not to get married and decides to go back to the US and go to John Hopkins, and the pie-eyed prince (now king) says he'll wait forever and he NEEDS her. Okay, so that's fine, but how is the guy we met at the start of the film really that desperate to settle down?

Anyway. My random movie review.

This week:
Monday: $1 PBR & pool (slummin' it) maybe?
Tuesday: Cafe Presse and Wes Anderson (we're damn cool sophisticated, right?)
Wednesday: Um...
Thursday: Happy hour at Smith's?
Friday: Um...
Saturday: Abby's going away at Chapel, Six-Arm and Linda's
Sunday: Um nothing.

Part II

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 09:02:23 GMT

The here and now...

I'm setting up a project / practicum at the Henry Art Gallery (where I had one last quarter). I'm also continuing my previous internship at the Seattle Art Museum. I was passed over for the new internship, but I think it will work out for the best. That would have been a bigger commitment, but this way I should have time to do some solid research on my thesis. Alison and I talked about setting some times to meet at the library to help ourselves research (instead of watch episodes of House onlne, as I have been this week).

Christopher finally has internet access at work, so I've been hearing replies to e-mails I sent two months ago. I've started writing to him again, now that I know I'll get a reply. It's very reassuring. But... though there's the odd sentence that reminds me of him or makes me know exactly what his face looked like as he was typing it... most of it just doesn't reek of HIM the way it usually would. Oh well.

I like my apartment so far. If I can I will probably stay here two years. One will get me through school, another will get me through a year of post-graduate work. Somewhere in the middle of the 2nd year, Chris should be back, and he should be in WA for a while after he's back. First job out of school should last at least a year, and I've got good contacts here, so it's the best way to keep a job and see him.

This summer, I hope to nail down a thesis, have fun (hehe), re-learn to ride my bike, go to Portland and Vancouver, and visit home. I'd also like to go to NYC or another city with my plane ticket. I should have airfare taken care of (ticket from Mexico and rewards on my credit card).

K, I'm tired and don't feel interesting. Time to quit.

P.S. Hugh Laurie is yummy.

I'm back, baby, back.

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 08:43:05 GMT

Let's see. Since I last posted... well REALLY posted... I've moved, finished classes for the year (50% done with my masters... well, time-wise not work wise) and... stuff. I've been dead to the world for a week... and I finally am pushing myself to be productive. That meant... laundry, bills, grocery, e-mails and now LJ.

My mom got here the 26th and left on the 7th. I now owe her more than my life, which I guess I already owed her. She pretty much packed and moved my apartment. Because I had been house-sitting for my aunt/uncle/dog for over a week, I hadn't packed much (anything) and I was in the middle of an end-of-quarter cram session. The woman is a) a saint and b) amazing. The best person I have ever met. A more selfless, uncomplaining, amazingly cool mother has not walked this earth (well, maybe Jesus had a better mother, I won't go there).

Anyway, while she was being amazing, I was working on a 300+ page final group project and presentation. Our group BLEW THEM OUT OF THE WATER with our presentation. Everyone was just jazzed about our take on the project. We also took what we were good at and ran with it, and mastered the aspects we didn't quite understand initially. Go us. Also got to know two cool chicks a bit better, so that was great.

In a nutshell, we re-organized the timeline approach of a Pacific Northwest music-based exhibition at the Experience Music Project and found a thematic approach that allowed for more flexibility and several levels of information for visitors.

I was dragging a bit, trying to make everything perfect in all stages of the project, but it must have been worth it, and together with my group member's coolness, we got a 4.0 (apparently). Grades are in, and I got my FIRST 4.0 semester in grad school. I'm in disbelief, personally our project wasn't PERFECT and my grades on other papers weren't perfect, so it seems a mathematical impossibility, but still. Rock on. I might start looking into PhD programs once I get my thesis underway. Shhh... don't tell the boy. ;P

Mom (or "Joni" as I refer to her in public so she actually turns around) and I ran around getting my apartment set up and we didn't have the fun times I thought we would, but I hope she'll be back and we can do more. I feel very guilty about that, but oh well. I now have curtains and my tyvek lamp is hanging up... a rug and my furniture is all fixed. :) so it's good. I also bought a bike, and I hope to get over my fear of it soon. I used to ride around Steven's Point with a violin case strapped to my back... but I wasn't as afraid of drivers there as I am of Seattle drivers.

To be continued...

Heard from Chris

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 08:19:30 GMT

He called a while ago, I sent an e-mail out to his family and I'm too tired to write much on here, so if you want more info, just leave a comment. It'd been 2.5 weeks since I'd heard from him last, seems to be the pattern. And I'm getting used to going that long without any news, so it's not as frustrating anymore.

I always think of something I forgot to say RIGHT after we say goodbye.

Well, back to work.

Fri, 25 May 2007 07:56:25 GMT

Long week, even longer one coming up. I've been (sort of) working on a huge group project. I have a ton more to do. Ish. Also had a interview, it seemed to go well, I'll find out next week if it went well enough for me to get the position. I won't go into it unless I do, no point, really to describe something unless I'm actually going to be doing it.
I have a mental list of things to tell Chris. He must have been busy this week because I haven't head from him. Pretty soon I'll have to transfer the mental list to paper, and keep it by my phone. I was telling my friend Lindsae that I have this strange concept in my head that summer is about seeing friends, and that somewhere in the back of my head it means I'll be able to see Chris and drive down and hang out with him... probably because I spent time with him last summer. It hasn't even been 2 months, and this is waaaaaay more difficult then I thought it would be.
My throat has been hurting for a week and a half, at first one tonsil was swollen and then the other... it's not strep and the doc called and said it wasn't whatever else they tested for. So no help. And the other tonsil hurts now. This sucks.

This weekend is the Seattle International Film Festival. And I'll be busy. Darn. Project, packing, all that fun stuff. My mom gets here on Saturday, and I'm happy to see her, but it means I have to start packing. :(

I'm really boring. I know.

Ben Gibbard was amazing

Tue, 22 May 2007 07:08:45 GMT

I wish I'd written down all the songs, but he played all my favorites. :) And Jenny Lewis was there to help with a few ... I have a few pictures and some video (it's all bad) and I bought a poster. It was a wonderful show, he sounds just like he does in recordings. I didn't like the Postal Service songs acoustic, though. The Death Cab songs were wonderful.

Okay. :)

Thu, 17 May 2007 05:10:11 GMT

Heard from Chris this morning, it was wonderful to hear his voice. We talked for a while, he got my package and letters. I guess his days off are Wednesday. He cracked a few Star Wars jokes, I guess only one person understands them there. Will showed up, I was glad to hear, I had been worried about him. Apparently they're bunkmates again. Chris is trying to figure out phones and internet and stuff so he can keep in better touch, I said phooey just send me a letter and he told me I was silly.

I have a lot less to say than I would think, but we talk about other things besides what we're doing. We tease each other and are silly.

He got to talk to Molly (his sister) and he sounded quite happy about that, also got to talk to his dad too. I was the third person he talked to, and it's nice to hear that he's talked to people, because it means he was enjoying himself (for sure)... one never knows if and when he's enjoying himself otherwise. That sounds cheesy. Oh well.

Oh, and those car dealership (Buick) plus thank you letters to troops makes me throw up a little. That's some sick marketing.

On another note, someone told me they didn't consider Minnesota to be part of the Midwest. Because it's on the norther border. Okay. So what region is it? No answer for that one. *shrugs*

Mon, 14 May 2007 09:18:21 GMT

Over two weeks since I've heard from Chris, and I think it's been that long since I've heard anything about him either. Every day I don't hear anything I just want to go back to bed, and if I don't have to go to class, I usually do. Then I don't want to go to bed until late because it just means when I wake up another day has gone by.

I'm totally out of my element.

That's all.

Change

Mon, 07 May 2007 00:39:27 GMT

A good friend pretty much dropped me, it happened over the past year or so. I'm used to it. I've even "distanced" myself from friends. I know people have their reasons, lots of times it's because people are in different places, or are going through tough things and can't deal with their own lives. But she also dropped several other close friends. And it's sad, we (the dropped friends) finally all admitted to each other that we're quite puzzled. She reached out to us a few times when crappy things happened, but besides that has been really distant and a bit cold at times.

Anyway, we gave up. My mom told me that she'll get over it or she won't, but she's probably just in a different place in her life right now. So we're going to continue along, not really bothering her until she decides to take some initiative. But it's so dumb. The worst part is we want to see each other this summer, and we don't want to alienate this friend further by not including her because we HOPE she'll some day want to hang out again, but we also don't want to include her and a) get the blow off or b) have her show up and be all distant and cold and make us feel crappy. So we're just going to go on our merry way.

This shit doesn't get any easier the older you get.

Sun, 06 May 2007 08:24:15 GMT

I haven't updated in a while. I mean, not REALLY. I'm at home on a Saturday night, and it's funny. But last night was enough fun for me, and I need to save money anyway...
Yesterday was the last day of the conference that a few people in my program organized. It was okay, I learned a bit. The closing reception was last night too, with free food and wine. Between the last event and the reception, Lindsae and I went back to her apartment and had a rum and coke, and decided that we'd go back after and have some wine left over from her wine and cheese party.

The reception was nice, good snacks and good people, but it was almost entirely students from my program, no opportunities to network. We (Lindsae, Stephanie and Alison) had our two glasses of wine, talked to a few people, and snagged Leah to go back to Lindsae's. Leah is a hoot, I knew she was nice, but like everyone, she has a lot more to her than you encounter in class. We had a nice dish session and got nice and drunk. For free. I seriously think those girls are some of the best people, fun, smart, nice.
Leah's getting married in just over a month, and the more I heard (and thought about it) man... sounds like at total drag. Not the getting married part, good for her, but the whole wedding thing.

Today was my parent's wedding anniversary, 34 years. I only remember because it's May 5th, cinco de mayo. They spent the day together. Went out for breakfast, ran around town on errands, and went out to dinner. Sounds nice and low-key. 34 years is a long time. They've been married for over 60% of their lives.

I'm excited to move, I'm probably getting a moving service. It's about $80/ hour for two people and a truck. A U-haul would be about $30-$40, plus I was going to pay Eric and his friends $20 apiece plus beer and pizza to help, so this isn't much more than that. That way too, I can pack everything up and they can move while I'm in class (it's my last week) with my mom supervising and I won't have to worry about that. Ideally, I'll be there too, but who knows.

I've been really gloomy lately but yesterday and today have been okay. Last week was REALLY rough, I realized it's only been a month since I saw Christopher. And there are at LEAST 15 more until he's back. Somewhere in there should be a short leave, but since I'm here and his family is in MN, at best I'll see him for a few days. I didn't think I'd hit this wall until at least 4 months because we've been apart 3 months at a time maaaaany times, but I didn't count on not hearing from him. For some reason I took e-mails as a given, I don't know why. I didn't count nightly phone calls as a luxury until now. Har har har.
I'm supposed to be the tough one, damnit, but this boy's cracked me open like a nut. Took him several years, but he got to the gooey center and I'm so pissed at myself for not being more jaded and detached.

A month until school's out. I'm getting a bike this summer. For sure.

Girly TV show whining...

Wed, 02 May 2007 05:09:41 GMT

No no no no!! Rory and Logan can not get married and move to CA! And Veronica and PIZZ? NO! Gah, Logan is so much better. Sadly, for one show I'm rooting for the bad boy and the other I'm not rooting for him, and there are two Logans. And I don't have a huge problem with Rory's Logan, it's just... well if she DOES end up marrying him and moving to CA, I'll just be sad she didn't actually get a job where she wanted to go, though maybe they're setting it up that she'll work in SF, but darn, so young, too young. Plus, would that mean no more Stars Hollow? Anyway.

Though I did like that Rory FINALLY didn't automatically get something she wants, and that Lorelai acknowledged it. And the joke in the first few minutes about Lorelai going to Hawaii (Lauren Graham was born in Honolulu) was good. Though I do miss the old writers.