LALALA
For those of you stuck in snow and nor'easters and the like, it's been so freaking gorgeous here, I'm sure that has contributed to my lack of general melancholy for the past few days. Bright, sunny days, the temp hovering just around the low 70's, chilly nights. BRACING! I love it.
It also helps that I've been spending time with my lovely ladies. You know who you are.
Almost applied for a terrible job, mostly because there is a two-week training period in Omaha, NE. But then I realized I would probably be too busy to get to Lincoln. And it was a terrible job that paid little for lots and lots of angst.
So I'm going to take the GRE. And I don't know if I should prepare a little? Or just go in blind and take the fucking thing. What kills me is I KNOW I have the emotional and intellectual capacity to handle a graduate program, it's this fucking test that stalls me every time. Though one advantage to turning 40 I had not foreseen: I qualify for more continuing education grants. This makes up somewhat for the fact that I will die lonely and sexless. Oh, back to the GRE, my anxiety level is going to be high either way, so I'm thinking just go in and wing the fucker. Also, my mother shared with me a letter she received from a woman she has worked with in the past, someone who has a graduate level education from a local university (one that we all know isn't great), someone who can't get her subjects and verbs to agree worth a shit. So then I thought, what the fuck am I worried about?
I live with my parents, y'all. I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS.
Also, pathetically broke. Did I say I was broke before? Even more so now.
Oh well...guess it's a good thing I live with my parents.
Any big plans for the weekend?
It also helps that I've been spending time with my lovely ladies. You know who you are.
Almost applied for a terrible job, mostly because there is a two-week training period in Omaha, NE. But then I realized I would probably be too busy to get to Lincoln. And it was a terrible job that paid little for lots and lots of angst.
So I'm going to take the GRE. And I don't know if I should prepare a little? Or just go in blind and take the fucking thing. What kills me is I KNOW I have the emotional and intellectual capacity to handle a graduate program, it's this fucking test that stalls me every time. Though one advantage to turning 40 I had not foreseen: I qualify for more continuing education grants. This makes up somewhat for the fact that I will die lonely and sexless. Oh, back to the GRE, my anxiety level is going to be high either way, so I'm thinking just go in and wing the fucker. Also, my mother shared with me a letter she received from a woman she has worked with in the past, someone who has a graduate level education from a local university (one that we all know isn't great), someone who can't get her subjects and verbs to agree worth a shit. So then I thought, what the fuck am I worried about?
I live with my parents, y'all. I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS.
Also, pathetically broke. Did I say I was broke before? Even more so now.
Oh well...guess it's a good thing I live with my parents.
Any big plans for the weekend?