My Pathetic "Blog"

I've just now remembered that I have a "blog" (I feel so stupid saying that), and that I haven't updated it since December. I was reading my December posts and realized that I was writing about all of my traumatic Hot Dog Day experiences as a small child. Since I am obviously over it, I will sum up the last two in a nutshell (I realize that nobody cares to hear them, but I'm pretty sure I am a little OCD about finishing shit like this...you know, stupid stories that I write in my "blog")

So anyway, you can read the first two here and here.

So the next horrible thing that happened was that I was playing tether ball on Hot Dog Day, slid my butt down on a terribly dangerous wooden bench that was falling apart and got a 4 inch shard of wood (does wood come in shards? I think this was definitely a shard) lodged in my thigh. Had to get it removed in the ER. Missed my beloved hot dog. ALSO I missed burritos for dinner that night...don't even get me started with ER wait times. That's a WHOLE other blog post right there.

Last terrible Hot Dog Day story (I swear). 4th grade boys. Hot dog eating challenge. Mile run in P.E. after lunch. Big horrible mess. Never felt the same about Hot Dog Day again.

Orange ya glad that's over? (I know I am).

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"So," you must be asking, "what the hell has been going on with you since December??". Well I will tell you, then we can all get on with our lives;

1. Grad School continues (just started the 3rd semester)
2. Moved in with The Boyfriend (we are "in love")
3. Started playing Roller Derby (aka I get the shit beat out of me 2-3 nights a week)
4. Got a puppy (Her name is Regina, she is adorable, and she was very sick as a small puppy, so I am in the hole a little bit after all the vet bills)

So there's your update.


NEXT!

A brief (or probably long) intermission from hot dog day stories

I have just officially finished the first semester of grad school. Jim Beam and I are going to be very happy together for the next couple of hours. I decided today that it was time for us to move past our rough times...I mean that was what, 10 years ago? I think that we are both adults here and can get along just fine after getting to know a little bit more about ourselves over the years.

That being said, it's time to PARTY!!! I still have work in the morning, so the party won't really start until tomorrow night, but the mental party has already started. And by mental party, of course I mean insanity.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have some private time with Mr. Beam.

I Am Serious, and Don't Call Me Shirley

It's done. I'm moved into my parent's house. Now the fun part will be trying to cram all of my belongings into this very small bedroom. Also, I died a little during this process.

I feel pretty good today, I guess, thanks to a very handsome gentleman who hasn't figured out that I am totally insane yet. Aka: my boyfriend (tee hee). Well, maybe he does know that I'm insane and that's why he likes me...right? RIGHT? Boys love me.

I'm actually totally exhausted, so I'll write more later...like after a nap and homework. I've registered for next semester-I just can't get enough!

I know all of you will be sitting in suspense waiting to hear about my ridiculous life. Calm yourselves, I will return.

I Ate Grad School

Or, rather, I wish I could eat grad school. This would accomplish many things...namely a)grad school would be gone and b) maybe my ridiculous hunger would be satisfied.

I literally don't know what's wrong with me, but I have just had INSATIABLE hunger allllll day long. Like, no joke. The amount of food I've consumed today is not only embarrassing, but probably also unhealthy. I blame hormones.

In addition to being a fat lazy slob for most of the day, my motivation, as always, is hanging by a thread. I need to go get hypnotized into just doing work and not caring...kind of like Office Space but backwards. Can't wait til winter break...maybe this time I'll finally get my shit together...

Long and Hard...My upcoming week that is, not my penis

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Meltdown

Ok I'm having a meltdown. I don't know how I'm going to get through grad school. Financially, emotionally, mentally, physically. What have I done??? Why on earth did I decide to apply to this program this year. I should have waited another year or couple years. Then I could have gotten my shit together. I could have saved up some money and been stable. I could have not had all the emotional shit that this year brought upon me.

I'm going to need a fricken bottle of horse tranquilizers to get through this, I swear. It's become almost a nightly thing, this crazy panicky feeling. Its not quite a panic attack, but it will be. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day. Every time I sit down to just organize my study schedule or try to figure out due dates for these ridiculous assignments, it takes hours and my brain ends up going into overload. I haven't even done any REAL homework or studying. I'm still just desperately trying to get my shit together.

In other news, I'm being completely and totally outwitted by the mouse that is loose in my apartment. The damn thing is still here somewhere. I've named him Alfredo. I bought a real mousetrap at the hardware store today so I'm crossing my fingers (it won't kill him, just trap him).

Alfredo: 1
Grad Student Who Desperately Needs Some Xanax: 0


This is the worst.