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The AC in my office is making me freeze. Extraordinarily. I'm sure the 44 ounces of godly elixer (ie Diet Coke) which I'm nursing isn't helping either, but frankly, I'm starting to freeze almost all the time in air conditioning. Do you know what this means? Do you even possibly know what this means?!!
It means, it is September 2, and officially, it is almost autumn.
FURTHERMORE, it is almost time that I can wear all of my colored and patterned and textured tights again. And I can wear all of my cardigans without overheating. And all of my scarves. And I can wear 800 layers and feel perfectly perfect and comfortable because I am a girl who only knows how to dress in fall/winter/the cold part of spring. I don't do warm weather fashion very well. It's probably good that I've been limited to two white Peaks polos and three khaki bottoms all summer. Very little margin for error there.
My clothes in autumn make me feel like I'm in the middle of a really lovely rom-com and like I should be taking walks through Central Park or whatever. I feel romantic all the time, and this autumn will be even better because not only do I actually have a romantic interest this year, he's an eternally-attached romantic interest. We're going to make him look the part too, by providing him with man cardigans or "manigans" as we like to call them. I feel like Ames will rock the manigan really well. And we shall wear clothes and scarves and cardigans and BOOTS and walk through our metaphoric Central Park together. Mm.
He's using one of my Norton Anthologies for his Voice & Diction class this semester. It makes me feel good, in a weird way, to think that my books will still go to school, even if I'm not. I think I should go back to school, and put off this Working Professional thing for a while. I think I'm going to seriously look into it. Too bad UVU doesn't have a graduate English program. It would be nice to go to the same school as Ames, and also a school that is not BYU. I guess I can put the grad school idea on hold for a few years.
I went to the social security office today. Aside from waiting for an hour and a half (they called #22 when I got there, I was #36-- you do the math. Kind of screwy, isn't it?), it was a fine experience-- until I got to the clerk and they told me that "Llewellyn Dabczynski" was too long as a "middle name." It threw me into a fit and I couldn't decide what to do, so my official last name is "Dabczynski Bell" since there's more room in the computer for last names. Luckily on the card it looks all the same, so Llewellyn Dabczynski looks like my middle name(s) and I can just sign Bell and things will be fine, but I'm wondering if, after I get settled with this new identity, that I might not make some adjustments later...
At any rate, it's official: Emily Bell. Change it in your phones, y'all.
It means, it is September 2, and officially, it is almost autumn.
FURTHERMORE, it is almost time that I can wear all of my colored and patterned and textured tights again. And I can wear all of my cardigans without overheating. And all of my scarves. And I can wear 800 layers and feel perfectly perfect and comfortable because I am a girl who only knows how to dress in fall/winter/the cold part of spring. I don't do warm weather fashion very well. It's probably good that I've been limited to two white Peaks polos and three khaki bottoms all summer. Very little margin for error there.
My clothes in autumn make me feel like I'm in the middle of a really lovely rom-com and like I should be taking walks through Central Park or whatever. I feel romantic all the time, and this autumn will be even better because not only do I actually have a romantic interest this year, he's an eternally-attached romantic interest. We're going to make him look the part too, by providing him with man cardigans or "manigans" as we like to call them. I feel like Ames will rock the manigan really well. And we shall wear clothes and scarves and cardigans and BOOTS and walk through our metaphoric Central Park together. Mm.
He's using one of my Norton Anthologies for his Voice & Diction class this semester. It makes me feel good, in a weird way, to think that my books will still go to school, even if I'm not. I think I should go back to school, and put off this Working Professional thing for a while. I think I'm going to seriously look into it. Too bad UVU doesn't have a graduate English program. It would be nice to go to the same school as Ames, and also a school that is not BYU. I guess I can put the grad school idea on hold for a few years.
I went to the social security office today. Aside from waiting for an hour and a half (they called #22 when I got there, I was #36-- you do the math. Kind of screwy, isn't it?), it was a fine experience-- until I got to the clerk and they told me that "Llewellyn Dabczynski" was too long as a "middle name." It threw me into a fit and I couldn't decide what to do, so my official last name is "Dabczynski Bell" since there's more room in the computer for last names. Luckily on the card it looks all the same, so Llewellyn Dabczynski looks like my middle name(s) and I can just sign Bell and things will be fine, but I'm wondering if, after I get settled with this new identity, that I might not make some adjustments later...
At any rate, it's official: Emily Bell. Change it in your phones, y'all.