I am such a bitch. My apologies.
Jack is still being self absorbed, and incredibly awkward. Ps. Please clean the kitchen.
I applied to UW, I'll know in six weeks. Here's hoping.
Justin supposedly has a surprise for me for Valentine's Day, which we are celebrating tomorrow. Pretty excited, I have never had a Valentine of the opposite sex before. ... Please tell me you are laughing too. My Mom and Katie totally count.
I may see some blasts from the past tonight while I am in Wisco. Liz Buske and Amber Bersing invited me out somewhere to drink something. I don't know details, but I really hope I get to see them.
Joe Grim, thank you for keeping a livejournal and for allowing me to read it. ily.
My lips are chapped.
I miss my BBFL, she leaves for Russia in six months.
It's too cold outside, though I might be getting used to it.
Grey's Anatomy was amazing last night. And so was the package of sweets Sarah's mom sent from Philly. Thank you for the Thin Mints.
Um, my life really does fit in a nut shell.
I have been having quite possibly the weirdest dreams ever this week. Everyone I have ever known has entered my dreams in the wildest situations. I believe that my return home tomorrow has something to do with this. I imagine I will be seeing a lot of people, some I want to see, others I don't.
I am so socially awkward that the thought of running into people I kind of once knew for a little while freaks me out. Not knowing if I should say hi, should ask about their finals, what they are up to- I would rather just sit inside and eat cookies.
Then again, there are soo many people I would love to reconnect with.
The biggest highlight of the next nine days is that I will be turning 21. Finally. I am always wishing I am older than I am, mostly because everyone around me is older, but now I actually do feel old, too old. 21, 25 is just around the corner and then what, 30?! Shit I better start doing the things I want to do before my arthritis starts acting up. Even though I am starting to think 21 is old, 20 is just too young. I want to institute a new age, the in between age. I wish to be 21 minus a half. That way I can legally drink without poking at the wrinkles on my face.
lol, I am ridiculous.
Well, anyway, I plan to spend my birthday in Madison going to all the bars that would never take my fake and I have heard wonderful things about. Ideally everyone I love would come with me and we would all have a great time. Honestly, I don't have high expectations. I am just hoping that Katie will be my conrad for the night and everyone else can follow us if they want.
As for New Year's ... well. I was hoping to force my hung-over butt onto a packed bus back to Chicago and celebrate with the crew down here, but, with insane cover charges and a select few being out of town, I don't think that is going to happen. If I have as great of a birthday as I am hoping then I don't even know if I will make out it again for New Year's. Me and a bottle of Andre in bed is just fine.
Oh right Christmas. Well, I am driving to Wisconsin tomorrow and then the whole family is driving back to Chicago to see the relatives. (Hi Kev!) Should be a good time. I have seen any of my extended family in, well, I don't even know how long. Plus, I hear Aunt Pat remodeled the front room. Fancy.
At some point I need to see Liza before she flies to the Keys and out of my life forever. I would like to get in some quality time with Katie since that hasn't happened in months, which I consider wrong. At the same time, Justin wants to spend a bunch of time together... Can I please just stop the clock for like two days and see EVERYONE?!
Ok, I am done. I want to go home. I hate Chicago drivers.
ps. I didn't proof this so don't judge me. You are smart enough to fill in the holes.
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If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have
been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…. You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an
algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
I really don't use this at all.
Today is my Dad's Birthday. I get to go home today, I haven't been back to Wisco for over a month, and I am pretty damn excited. I am not exited however for the long trek I must take via public transportation to get to O'Hare to take a coach bus to Janesville where my newly licensed brother is picking me up. Yes.
I will be home for five days ending on Monday when I am going to visit thee ol' Alma mater and do a promotional video for the Electron Microscopy program. HAhahah oh I know, I am laughing too. I will hopefully get back to Chicago in time for class, which ps., is the last class for the quarter. Oh I love the quarter system some times. Just as I get tired of going to class, it's over!
On a similar note, I am doing AWESOME in my Spanish class and am really looking forward to the GPA boost.
Other stuff, work is going quite well. I kick ass at my job, but find about 50% of it mundane. I am however getting along much better with my boss.
Roommates are good; Jack is still MIA most of the time, flying from Memphis to LA to India, back to England and usually says hi for about three days before leaving again. He did stop home last weekend for his birthday, which was a good time, with good drink, food and people. I couldn't quite make it to the 12:20 showing of the new Bond movie he wanted to see.
Sarah is in Philadelphia for Thanksgiving, she hasn't been home for six months. And I do believe she gets to see TJ who is doing Teach For America in New York and can't make it back to Wisconsin for Thanksgiving. Exciting all around.
I am seriously looking forward to the holiday season. I can't remember when I have ever been this excited. I am pretty burnt out from work and could really really use a break. Plus, most of my friends from high school are graduating this year and who knows where they will be next year, so I hope to see a lot of people in the next month.
I am hoping the holidays end with a double whammy (no whammy no whammy no whammy, STOP!) with my 21st birthday on the 30th and then back to Chicago for New Year's Eve. It should be a fantastic time; all are invited.
Alright. The end. I want some coffee and a muffin. I leave in two hours, I couldn't be more excited. Yay!
Love to all!
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I have been updating my contacts on my gmail account, yes I know, 1. oh so nerdy, 2. very efficient use of my time at work. But thats not the point, the point is,
I just deleted me Grandpa's email address. He died more than a year ago and I just deleted it. I don't know how I feel about this, and I really don't know what to think either.
I am going camping Thursday night after my long over due hair cut. My hair hasn't been this long since sixth grade. Justin and I are going to Governor Dodge State Park. I am pretty excited, it should be a really good time as long as I can get a shower. I love the smell of campfires, and cooking food in the campfire. We plan on hiking and going to the Dodgeville Farmer's Market on Saturday morning. I really want to go on a Frank Lloyd Wright tour too.
I am rambling, and really don't have a lot to say otherwise.
It's getting pretty cold in Chicago. I wish I had taken more time to sit on the lake when the bitter wind didn't pierce my face. The neighborhood I am in is the most enjoyable place. The art fair this week was a great time and I got to see some glass blowing being done. I actually would like to to take a class in it. There is a company in Highland Park (extreme northern suburb) that offer an 8 hour class in one day; this would most likely be the most convenient for me.
Oh, my class starts in a week.
After hating my job and taking shitty classes for a year I said fuck it, I am doing what I want. I had told myself that when I moved to Chicago I would learn Spanish (again) and so Monday September 18th is my first day of Spanish 101. I imagine it will be fairly easy for me, which can only help my dismal GPA. I am excited and I hear the prof is exceptional.
I can't wait to go back to school full time. No for real, I am going to appreciate it so much.
I just wish I had decided this years ago. By the time I am back in school anyone my age will be graduated, or close to it. I feel like it's almost impossible to chose a different path then to go to a four year university right after high school. Now, no matter what I do, it's like I am a little off. Like starting this job, the majority of people that started their first job in the fall of 2005 were college graduates which made them 22-23 years of age. But I was 19. I kind of messed up, silly me.
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I am watching Mean Girls and you are all jealous. Especially Joe because he wants to be a mean girl.
ps. My jewish roommate's mom just sent her a bunch of Easter candy... what? Whatever, I love chocolate.
"OH MY GOD, Danny Devito! I love your work!!"
The weekends make me so happy!
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I quite possibly just saw the funniest thing ever.
The lab across the hall is being remodeled so there are all these big burly workers coming in and out of there; mostly painters and other various construction workers. Now the door is always locked, but I have a key and had to go get something out of the lab.
Well.... I should have knocked because I opened the door to find one of the big worker guys singing and shaking it to Fall Out Boy on the radio.
please tell me you are laughing.
I think this coffee is upsetting my stomach. ouch.
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yes I do like comic strips.
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