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Thought about deleting my journal to help eliminate past indiscretions, but I decided that I'd miss all of the terribly depressing entries that I re-read about once a year so I can cry over them. So instead... Surprise! Update time.
I worked at GE for one year. Then my contract ended. Now I'm unemployed which is pretty cool.
I got engaged. Consequently it appears that I'm going to get married. This is also pretty cool, but in an unsarcastic way.
I'm moving in six weeks. To Atlanta. To go to grad school. This is exciting. And scary.
In news from right this very second, I would love to be Anne Hathaway. In her movies or in real life - I really don't care.
I think my boobs might be getting bigger. Which probably means that either I'm PMSing super early, I'm impossibly pregnant, or I'm getting fat. Probably that last one.
I've been thinking recently about the fact that I miss Kristen. Only every now and then, but I think she's the only one. I just always thought (and by always I mean starting around age 14 because that's when people start thinking about these things) that she'd be one of my bridesmaids. Oh well. Life goes on and whatnot and stuff and things.
My dog is awesome. But she thinks she's a person.
This Saturday = machine gun day.
That's it for updates from the last year or more, plus updates from right this very second. Thereby validating my livejournal's existence for the next year or so.
I worked at GE for one year. Then my contract ended. Now I'm unemployed which is pretty cool.
I got engaged. Consequently it appears that I'm going to get married. This is also pretty cool, but in an unsarcastic way.
I'm moving in six weeks. To Atlanta. To go to grad school. This is exciting. And scary.
In news from right this very second, I would love to be Anne Hathaway. In her movies or in real life - I really don't care.
I think my boobs might be getting bigger. Which probably means that either I'm PMSing super early, I'm impossibly pregnant, or I'm getting fat. Probably that last one.
I've been thinking recently about the fact that I miss Kristen. Only every now and then, but I think she's the only one. I just always thought (and by always I mean starting around age 14 because that's when people start thinking about these things) that she'd be one of my bridesmaids. Oh well. Life goes on and whatnot and stuff and things.
My dog is awesome. But she thinks she's a person.
This Saturday = machine gun day.
That's it for updates from the last year or more, plus updates from right this very second. Thereby validating my livejournal's existence for the next year or so.