crazy beautiful
Went to Amherst, Massachusetts this past weekend with Paul and his parents. Holy hell was that a long drive, 12 hrs out there using the land bridge across Canada, and 14 hrs back staying in the US (we'll have to take that way with the UHaul). We found an apartment! It isn't as "nice" and polished as we might like, but I think we can fix it up very nicely and its a ton of space for very little money. It's a townhouse (two floors) and we have two big bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room, living room, half bath and full bath all for only $885 a month. Its only 15 mins from UMASS.
http://www.squirevillage.net/
We got to pick the actual apartment, that was great. We chose one that has a backyard (7 ft or so of grass) that faces thick woods, its so beautiful. Much better than the desolate potato farm the other apty had out the patio doors, bleh. And it has a dishwasher, yay for dishwashers.
Here comes another big life change, does one ever really become prepared for these things, I mean really?
In a month I'll be moving in with Paul. I'm not scared of that, its just different. So we'll have two months living together in Saginaw, very close to amazing incredible friends and family, and then we move a little under 700 miles away. Wow. That's scary. Scary because its so far, its just us and the cats and no close family and friends except for some peeps in NY and Philly, Paul has a secure job and is going to school and I get to job hunt.
Job hunt. The words every college student (especially the social science ones) dreads. Northampton is a quaint, beautiful city. I would love to work there or Amherst, but most of the jobs I see are in Springfield - a bit of an industrial shell, not unlike most of Michigan.
I want to fish. I want to go kayaking. I want to go hiking. I want to lay around outside all day reading a good book. Western Massachusetts is gorgeous.
I had a huge allergic reaction to the Tide scented with lavender and vanilla...after 5 washes, ugh. Full body rash pretty much, really bad on my legs. I'm now on a prescription and dealing with it. I get to try and remember all the things I've washed in it, already redid my sheets. I hate having allergies, especially after 10 years without them. I hate not being able to control my body. I've developed a bit of a control complex about my body and I need to be careful. I'm trying to be careful. All the walking and healthy eating I've done this year has allowed me to fit back into jeans I wore 3 years ago - and I only tried them on today because they were one pair I didn't wash in the stupid scented detergent. Yay. But, I think people are worried about me, I'll try to eat healthy and still lose 10 more lbs. I'm not being that unhealty, but I do know I'm developing a body control complex...
I miss drama, how stupid of me. I hope she's doing well, she looks happy. I hope he's doing well, he also looks happy.
My sister is a dirty, dirty girl. I love her lots. She went to a male strip show this past weekend, and got multiple cheap lapdances, and one of the bouncers gave her one and was very naughty. Hah. This makes me giggle. I'm going to have to keep an eye on her...I hate that her relationship is a stagnate but she's trying to make it work. He's a nice guy, but she's my sister...I want more for her. But it isn't my place.
I could ramble forever, but, really, where does that get me? Back to mindless television, a glass of bad white wine, and some Ben and Jerry's (of which they have SHOPS in the East Coast!!)...
A coworker in the MAPSS program tried to kill herself over the weekend...the idea of it brings my mind back to earth. Really, what's the point in ending this ride early, even if it is a train wreck at some points? Poor woman. I hope she'll be okay.
What's become of us - I feel like we're all trapped by something. School, money, work...what the fucking hell. Anyone else up for a hippy island commune?
http://www.squirevillage.net/
We got to pick the actual apartment, that was great. We chose one that has a backyard (7 ft or so of grass) that faces thick woods, its so beautiful. Much better than the desolate potato farm the other apty had out the patio doors, bleh. And it has a dishwasher, yay for dishwashers.
Here comes another big life change, does one ever really become prepared for these things, I mean really?
In a month I'll be moving in with Paul. I'm not scared of that, its just different. So we'll have two months living together in Saginaw, very close to amazing incredible friends and family, and then we move a little under 700 miles away. Wow. That's scary. Scary because its so far, its just us and the cats and no close family and friends except for some peeps in NY and Philly, Paul has a secure job and is going to school and I get to job hunt.
Job hunt. The words every college student (especially the social science ones) dreads. Northampton is a quaint, beautiful city. I would love to work there or Amherst, but most of the jobs I see are in Springfield - a bit of an industrial shell, not unlike most of Michigan.
I want to fish. I want to go kayaking. I want to go hiking. I want to lay around outside all day reading a good book. Western Massachusetts is gorgeous.
I had a huge allergic reaction to the Tide scented with lavender and vanilla...after 5 washes, ugh. Full body rash pretty much, really bad on my legs. I'm now on a prescription and dealing with it. I get to try and remember all the things I've washed in it, already redid my sheets. I hate having allergies, especially after 10 years without them. I hate not being able to control my body. I've developed a bit of a control complex about my body and I need to be careful. I'm trying to be careful. All the walking and healthy eating I've done this year has allowed me to fit back into jeans I wore 3 years ago - and I only tried them on today because they were one pair I didn't wash in the stupid scented detergent. Yay. But, I think people are worried about me, I'll try to eat healthy and still lose 10 more lbs. I'm not being that unhealty, but I do know I'm developing a body control complex...
I miss drama, how stupid of me. I hope she's doing well, she looks happy. I hope he's doing well, he also looks happy.
My sister is a dirty, dirty girl. I love her lots. She went to a male strip show this past weekend, and got multiple cheap lapdances, and one of the bouncers gave her one and was very naughty. Hah. This makes me giggle. I'm going to have to keep an eye on her...I hate that her relationship is a stagnate but she's trying to make it work. He's a nice guy, but she's my sister...I want more for her. But it isn't my place.
I could ramble forever, but, really, where does that get me? Back to mindless television, a glass of bad white wine, and some Ben and Jerry's (of which they have SHOPS in the East Coast!!)...
A coworker in the MAPSS program tried to kill herself over the weekend...the idea of it brings my mind back to earth. Really, what's the point in ending this ride early, even if it is a train wreck at some points? Poor woman. I hope she'll be okay.
What's become of us - I feel like we're all trapped by something. School, money, work...what the fucking hell. Anyone else up for a hippy island commune?