I am running or are you running?
It's only because of the fact that I was just trying to frantically audio-record pieces of a dream I had that I'm even up right now. I was having one bizarre dream inside of another that I was nearly in control of; even in my unconscious mind I was aware that what I was thinking of had the possibility of being made into a hilarious short story. Unfortunately I know that I only got half that information recorded and the rest is now lost forever, swept away in the cobwebs of sleep. So that brings me to being at the computer, which is my effort to tire myself back into sleep again because I only went to sleep 4.5 hours ago and that is not nearly enough. I needed to do a massive update anyways, too. So let's begin.
I think where I left off was shortly before graduation. Graduation itself didn't live up to the hype but was memorable nonetheless. I was bummed that we weren't going to get to sit on the Common (due to the massive rainfall that day and the four days prior), it took me forever and a day to track down the little ducklings that are my family after the ceremony and then I only got pictures with a few people because the LB was a-hospital-in-a-warzone crowded. But don't let all my complaining fool you, it was cool and Kerry's speech wasn't bad (in fact, I watched it again when it aired on C-SPAN, in addition to some other senators' speeches - not only was Kerry's better but our school was the only one who seemed to be listening and responding). Although Kerry totally did not shake my hand (What, Mr. Kerry, was 40 out of 750 names just enough for you?!).
The week following graduation was filled with many parties and goings-out and saying goodbye which I don't think has hit me fully yet, still, since there're a few people left sticking around for the summer. It's when all of them leave that it's going to get scary here...
The week after that, I started working at PSG and the second day in started at what is now my current job, which may become permanent - working at the financial aid office at New England School of Law. The job's not terribly hard (I had to learn how to read tax forms...because I've been spoiled up until now) and it's only a seven minute walk into Bay Village. So I'm excited to see where this goes but also questioning if I really want to jump into the first job I'm offered. The job has engulfed last week and this week so I haven't been doing much besides that, but it's been good because it's forced me to get up early and dress maturely and eat a breakfast like the normal humans do.
So let's see, this weekend was dinner with JR on Friday and yesterday I got to get dinner with Jess which was awesome because I so rarely see her. She's staying in Boston (for one more year of grad) so that's great, I'll still have a North Haven peep hanging around, someone I can aimlessly bring up such topics as track practices, biology class and Jenny Merck with. Someone always needs to be there for that. After dinner I came back to the APT and then went back out (into the pouring rain) to hang out with some of Lindsay's friends from home and their friends/roommates which was hilarious, hilarious fun. We got a table next to what was presumably a hooker and her near-death lover. Her skirt was so short I couldn't resist bringing up the Dave Chappelle bit about seeing some woman's birth canal (I won't get into it; you'll know what I mean if you've seen the stand-up special of his they air on Comedy Central almost weekly), and Nicole brought up the fact that the guy looked suspiciously like he'd either been dipped in embalming fluid and/or made up at the funeral parlor prior to arriving. We all sound really cruel here, but I swear if you were there, you would have agreed. It was disturbing. And when a whole table of 8 happens to start side conversations at the same time all about the same exact thing, you know it was startling. When we got back to the APT, AnneMarie read HBP to us because that's just what happens here (and she is so good with changing the voices and all!) and we got to the point before "the point of no return", so whenever we all wake up today (I, unfortunately am already awake, way ahead of schedule, and let me tell you this typing thing was a bad idea because I'm even more awake now), we're grabbing lunch and reading straight to the end. How can I grow up and miss fun moments like these?
Anyways, I think that about covers everything, or at least the important things. I'm trying to see when I'm coming home; I want to see the NHHS graduation (considering my brother's in it) but it's on a Tuesday which sucks for traveling/work purposes and I probably wouldn't get any face time while I was home. I also want to come back at the end of that same week, the night of the 30th (for Ann's birthday) through July 4 (to see my family up from Florida) - since I get two days off from work. I would have loved to stay in Boston for that weekend but considering no one will be here, it's not worth the fireworks. The problem is, financially, that's going to be a difficult week to pull off, and that's with me begging people to drive me home from Hartford because I can't afford a full ticket to New Haven (ps, I need to beg to some of you here to drive me home from Hartford...I'll bring you cookies?). I'm thinking, as much as I wanted to see my brother graduate, that half day I would be home is not worth giving up four days at home. And I doubt my brother would miss me at all being there...it's the rest of the family (my mom) that is probably going to give me a hard time (...and then yell at me about the "extravagant" price I paid for a bus ride, because I control the price of bus rides).
Now I'm a little sleepy. Crawling back into bed...
I think where I left off was shortly before graduation. Graduation itself didn't live up to the hype but was memorable nonetheless. I was bummed that we weren't going to get to sit on the Common (due to the massive rainfall that day and the four days prior), it took me forever and a day to track down the little ducklings that are my family after the ceremony and then I only got pictures with a few people because the LB was a-hospital-in-a-warzone crowded. But don't let all my complaining fool you, it was cool and Kerry's speech wasn't bad (in fact, I watched it again when it aired on C-SPAN, in addition to some other senators' speeches - not only was Kerry's better but our school was the only one who seemed to be listening and responding). Although Kerry totally did not shake my hand (What, Mr. Kerry, was 40 out of 750 names just enough for you?!).
The week following graduation was filled with many parties and goings-out and saying goodbye which I don't think has hit me fully yet, still, since there're a few people left sticking around for the summer. It's when all of them leave that it's going to get scary here...
The week after that, I started working at PSG and the second day in started at what is now my current job, which may become permanent - working at the financial aid office at New England School of Law. The job's not terribly hard (I had to learn how to read tax forms...because I've been spoiled up until now) and it's only a seven minute walk into Bay Village. So I'm excited to see where this goes but also questioning if I really want to jump into the first job I'm offered. The job has engulfed last week and this week so I haven't been doing much besides that, but it's been good because it's forced me to get up early and dress maturely and eat a breakfast like the normal humans do.
So let's see, this weekend was dinner with JR on Friday and yesterday I got to get dinner with Jess which was awesome because I so rarely see her. She's staying in Boston (for one more year of grad) so that's great, I'll still have a North Haven peep hanging around, someone I can aimlessly bring up such topics as track practices, biology class and Jenny Merck with. Someone always needs to be there for that. After dinner I came back to the APT and then went back out (into the pouring rain) to hang out with some of Lindsay's friends from home and their friends/roommates which was hilarious, hilarious fun. We got a table next to what was presumably a hooker and her near-death lover. Her skirt was so short I couldn't resist bringing up the Dave Chappelle bit about seeing some woman's birth canal (I won't get into it; you'll know what I mean if you've seen the stand-up special of his they air on Comedy Central almost weekly), and Nicole brought up the fact that the guy looked suspiciously like he'd either been dipped in embalming fluid and/or made up at the funeral parlor prior to arriving. We all sound really cruel here, but I swear if you were there, you would have agreed. It was disturbing. And when a whole table of 8 happens to start side conversations at the same time all about the same exact thing, you know it was startling. When we got back to the APT, AnneMarie read HBP to us because that's just what happens here (and she is so good with changing the voices and all!) and we got to the point before "the point of no return", so whenever we all wake up today (I, unfortunately am already awake, way ahead of schedule, and let me tell you this typing thing was a bad idea because I'm even more awake now), we're grabbing lunch and reading straight to the end. How can I grow up and miss fun moments like these?
Anyways, I think that about covers everything, or at least the important things. I'm trying to see when I'm coming home; I want to see the NHHS graduation (considering my brother's in it) but it's on a Tuesday which sucks for traveling/work purposes and I probably wouldn't get any face time while I was home. I also want to come back at the end of that same week, the night of the 30th (for Ann's birthday) through July 4 (to see my family up from Florida) - since I get two days off from work. I would have loved to stay in Boston for that weekend but considering no one will be here, it's not worth the fireworks. The problem is, financially, that's going to be a difficult week to pull off, and that's with me begging people to drive me home from Hartford because I can't afford a full ticket to New Haven (ps, I need to beg to some of you here to drive me home from Hartford...I'll bring you cookies?). I'm thinking, as much as I wanted to see my brother graduate, that half day I would be home is not worth giving up four days at home. And I doubt my brother would miss me at all being there...it's the rest of the family (my mom) that is probably going to give me a hard time (...and then yell at me about the "extravagant" price I paid for a bus ride, because I control the price of bus rides).
Now I'm a little sleepy. Crawling back into bed...