Just Spill'n Out o' Me
I stayed at home today. I finished my thesis...I'm allowed the friday before the 4th off, and yesterday too. Sigh. I'd rather be working at a real paying job.
N.E. Ways. I had an interview yesterday at Francesca's Collections. Google it, there's a webpage if you'd like. I prepared all day Wednesday and Thursday for it. But I answered all my questions from the point of view of my TAing and reasearch,not from when I worked at Hallmark 4 yrs. ago. That long already?!?! Anyways, it went okay, until I was asked "So what do you do to keep up with fashion styles?" followed by "What would you call your fashion style?". So I did NOT prepare for those questions, though I should have in hindsight. So I keep up with fashion by watching the people at Bongo Java, and I haven't bought new clothes in quiet a while. My fashion sense is whatever is flippen clean and not too old. I didn't really tell her that though. So we'll see.
Josh's sister and Brother-in-law are coming over tomorrow. I'm pretty excited, it's their first time visiting. They're coming from Memphis. It's a good thing they are coming b/c our car wouldn't make it there.
I'm starting to feel, but not very much, just sort of on the fringe, like one of those people who live above their means and even though they are sinking lower and lower into debt, they still try to keep up appearances as nothing is wrong. But like I said, I don't feel very much like that...maybe I am just afraid of turning into that. I have turned down lots of invitations from friends (movies, hot yoga, rock climbing, eating out) because I just can't pay for it. They understand. I like that. I'm also shameless and bring my lunch with me when people go out to eat...but only if it is an appropriate resteraunt...I just wouldn't go if it was a fancy place or something. Being poor also helps you lose weight, b/c you can't afford food, so you don't eat as much. JUST KIDDING! A little. You could buy tons of bad for you food for cheap (ramon) and then get super fat being poor. I just make muffins. Hundreds of muffins. Muffins for me.
I have not made my appley muffins yet. So I plan to today. I also plan to ride my bike to get chocolate chips and make desert muffins. I should make hundreds and hundreds of those b/c they are my favorite. I need to make confettie cake mini muffins and call them conffetti muffin confetti. Only it would all be spelled correctly.
Josh is working a double today and I am very lonely. That's why I have so many words...that and the espresso I am drinking. :) I have decided that I want to work in a chemistry lab. More than any where else. Or maybe, maybe, as a secretary. I've always been intrigued by a job like that. Because do you know what I love? I LOVE OFFICE SUPPLIES! OMG it's so true. I could have a cute little desk as a secretary, with one of those things that grows moss and wet plants, and a stress ball, a picture of me and Josh, a picture of Chucky, all my cat desk toys (some how I do have a few of these already), a stapler and tape at the edge of the desk ready for use or to be borrowed (AS LONG AS IT IS BROUGHT BACK!), a calander, and a bunch of Happy Secretary Day cards. I could have a paper clip holder, and a paper weight and a real sign with my name on it. I would be super feminine? I would wear read nail polish for sure, and frumpy cardigans that didn't fit well. I could also have an intense post-it note collection. I think of all the office supplies Post-Its are my favorite. That and cute thumb tacks.
I really liked the geology secretary at CMU, Lorrie. She was super nice. And she looked super young, but she was a grandma!! But I really would have put her in her mid-thirties.
I think all you need to be a secretary is a high school diploma or GED. Ironic really.
I told Stephanie this conversation in the comments section in my last update, but I would like to go into more detail about it. So here is what happened:
Me: "What does perm...permna...perm-a-nent mean?"
Josh: "Um, it lasts forever. Is everything okay?"
Me: *sigh* "yeah, i've just gone crazy. "
And it's true. I spent all my smarts up on my thesis. But really, I had a hard time sounding out the word in my head, and I thought it was talking about a perm, like permenantly curling your hair, which is really called a permanent or a perm for short. For some reason I thought that permanent (hair) was spelled differently than permanent (lasts forever).
I dreamed I was pregnant and I really could feel the baby rolling around over and over and over in my belly. When I woke up, I was sad that I wasn't really pregnant, and a little worried what was going on in my stomach to make it feel like it did in my dream! I suppose that this means my "clock is ticking". I was sad because I knew I couldn't have a kid soon or anywhere in the near future...I don't have a job or a house or anything. When I told Josh about it, he was like "so you want a bunch of kids?" and I was like "eeew. No!" and I felt a lot better because I really only want to be pregant, and maybe have a baby for a week or two. But babies not only last forever, but eventually change into kids. So I have decided that it was all mother nature hormones in me and that I am okay without kids...at least for the next 5 years or more. We'll see where I'm ate when I hit 30. Eeew...being 30 has got to be worse than kids.
I just know I've made many people angry with the above paragraph, it was indeed crassly and poorly written I know. Please don't be. I love that people have kids and I love other people's kids and I love people that are over thirty, I just really don't want to be. It's really my problem. And it's also my problem that I am much to selfish and immature to have kids.
Sarah told me today that school starts in a month...and I nearly died by shoving the computer through my heart. BUT then I remembered that I am done with school...forever. AND that it stays warm here until November. So I'm okay with that...and I have to tell myself that because of my thesis my summer this year is a little shortened. That was a few months of tunnel vision hell. I stayed mentally focused on it for sooo long...but I can't stay focused mentally on an entire game of tennis or disk golf. I wish I could. Maybe I'd actually improve.
So I think my words have lessoned...and I thought of a bunch of emails I need to write.
N.E. Ways. I had an interview yesterday at Francesca's Collections. Google it, there's a webpage if you'd like. I prepared all day Wednesday and Thursday for it. But I answered all my questions from the point of view of my TAing and reasearch,not from when I worked at Hallmark 4 yrs. ago. That long already?!?! Anyways, it went okay, until I was asked "So what do you do to keep up with fashion styles?" followed by "What would you call your fashion style?". So I did NOT prepare for those questions, though I should have in hindsight. So I keep up with fashion by watching the people at Bongo Java, and I haven't bought new clothes in quiet a while. My fashion sense is whatever is flippen clean and not too old. I didn't really tell her that though. So we'll see.
Josh's sister and Brother-in-law are coming over tomorrow. I'm pretty excited, it's their first time visiting. They're coming from Memphis. It's a good thing they are coming b/c our car wouldn't make it there.
I'm starting to feel, but not very much, just sort of on the fringe, like one of those people who live above their means and even though they are sinking lower and lower into debt, they still try to keep up appearances as nothing is wrong. But like I said, I don't feel very much like that...maybe I am just afraid of turning into that. I have turned down lots of invitations from friends (movies, hot yoga, rock climbing, eating out) because I just can't pay for it. They understand. I like that. I'm also shameless and bring my lunch with me when people go out to eat...but only if it is an appropriate resteraunt...I just wouldn't go if it was a fancy place or something. Being poor also helps you lose weight, b/c you can't afford food, so you don't eat as much. JUST KIDDING! A little. You could buy tons of bad for you food for cheap (ramon) and then get super fat being poor. I just make muffins. Hundreds of muffins. Muffins for me.
I have not made my appley muffins yet. So I plan to today. I also plan to ride my bike to get chocolate chips and make desert muffins. I should make hundreds and hundreds of those b/c they are my favorite. I need to make confettie cake mini muffins and call them conffetti muffin confetti. Only it would all be spelled correctly.
Josh is working a double today and I am very lonely. That's why I have so many words...that and the espresso I am drinking. :) I have decided that I want to work in a chemistry lab. More than any where else. Or maybe, maybe, as a secretary. I've always been intrigued by a job like that. Because do you know what I love? I LOVE OFFICE SUPPLIES! OMG it's so true. I could have a cute little desk as a secretary, with one of those things that grows moss and wet plants, and a stress ball, a picture of me and Josh, a picture of Chucky, all my cat desk toys (some how I do have a few of these already), a stapler and tape at the edge of the desk ready for use or to be borrowed (AS LONG AS IT IS BROUGHT BACK!), a calander, and a bunch of Happy Secretary Day cards. I could have a paper clip holder, and a paper weight and a real sign with my name on it. I would be super feminine? I would wear read nail polish for sure, and frumpy cardigans that didn't fit well. I could also have an intense post-it note collection. I think of all the office supplies Post-Its are my favorite. That and cute thumb tacks.
I really liked the geology secretary at CMU, Lorrie. She was super nice. And she looked super young, but she was a grandma!! But I really would have put her in her mid-thirties.
I think all you need to be a secretary is a high school diploma or GED. Ironic really.
I told Stephanie this conversation in the comments section in my last update, but I would like to go into more detail about it. So here is what happened:
Me: "What does perm...permna...perm-a-nent mean?"
Josh: "Um, it lasts forever. Is everything okay?"
Me: *sigh* "yeah, i've just gone crazy. "
And it's true. I spent all my smarts up on my thesis. But really, I had a hard time sounding out the word in my head, and I thought it was talking about a perm, like permenantly curling your hair, which is really called a permanent or a perm for short. For some reason I thought that permanent (hair) was spelled differently than permanent (lasts forever).
I dreamed I was pregnant and I really could feel the baby rolling around over and over and over in my belly. When I woke up, I was sad that I wasn't really pregnant, and a little worried what was going on in my stomach to make it feel like it did in my dream! I suppose that this means my "clock is ticking". I was sad because I knew I couldn't have a kid soon or anywhere in the near future...I don't have a job or a house or anything. When I told Josh about it, he was like "so you want a bunch of kids?" and I was like "eeew. No!" and I felt a lot better because I really only want to be pregant, and maybe have a baby for a week or two. But babies not only last forever, but eventually change into kids. So I have decided that it was all mother nature hormones in me and that I am okay without kids...at least for the next 5 years or more. We'll see where I'm ate when I hit 30. Eeew...being 30 has got to be worse than kids.
I just know I've made many people angry with the above paragraph, it was indeed crassly and poorly written I know. Please don't be. I love that people have kids and I love other people's kids and I love people that are over thirty, I just really don't want to be. It's really my problem. And it's also my problem that I am much to selfish and immature to have kids.
Sarah told me today that school starts in a month...and I nearly died by shoving the computer through my heart. BUT then I remembered that I am done with school...forever. AND that it stays warm here until November. So I'm okay with that...and I have to tell myself that because of my thesis my summer this year is a little shortened. That was a few months of tunnel vision hell. I stayed mentally focused on it for sooo long...but I can't stay focused mentally on an entire game of tennis or disk golf. I wish I could. Maybe I'd actually improve.
So I think my words have lessoned...and I thought of a bunch of emails I need to write.