An update? Wha?

Senior year of college is harder than I thought it would be. I'm not too excited about having to do my senior thesis along with four other classes next semester. Or about being in two seminars this semester. Who else has to write a thesis for their UNDERGRAD degree? If i wanted to write a thesis and live in a library, i think I would go to grad school, but maybe that's just me.

As of now, my plan is to return to the wonderful land of getting my teaching liscense. (which would be why I have to take four classes + thesis next semester) Its a good job that will make me money when I graduate that I can do anywhere.

Brad and I are planning on moving in together once I finish school. When I went to pay my rent for the month, my landlady asked me if I had a boy living with me. Confusedly, I told her no, just me and Caitlin. She then told me that she'd had complaints that there was a boy living here. I told her that my boyfriend stays over sometimes, but he by no means lives with us. She suggested that I shouldn't have him over as often. Do landlords/ladies have any right to tell you who comes over? I pay rent just like all the old bats that live in my building. I'm not going to tell them they can't have thier grandchildren come visit and run up and down stairs shrieking, why do they get to complain about me having my boyfriend over? Does anyone know anything about the legalities here? It almost feels like just because I'm young and we aren't married, he's not allowed here....and it sucks. Hugely. Epically.

My dad is turning 54 this weekend. I can't believe it. I can't believe that he's so old. I'm going to go visit him, as his birthday is Saturday and I have the day off. woohoo! I know my brat of a sister won't call him, so at least he won't be alone. I hate her.

Brad and I's sixth month anniversary (halfiversary?) is next week. It dosen't feel like its been that long. I really feel so different about him. He's amazing, and I can't wait for the future.

sad.

take take take. that's all i do.

i haven't hurt myself this bad in a long time.

friends--this IS a cry for help.

Harry Potter.

The series is over. The book is done. It was great. It was all a suprise, as I actively avoided reading spoilers. As I picked up my copy of the book, a guy came up next to me and flipped to the back and began to read loudly in order to know who died...So glad I didn't hear it. I never thought that one would have to resort to literally darting down the aisles of Target in order to avoid knowing what happens at the end of a book.

In other news, everything is great. Charlie is great, Brad is great, Work is great. Its all great.

drunk promises.

I love him and he loves me.

But he says it more when he's had half of a bottle of Jack.

Are we doomed to repeat the sadness of our childhoods?

Does everyone turn out just like their parents?

Fringe Friend

The days and days i spend alone make me realize one thing: I have no true friends.

yes, I have brad. and I have Sharon. But what about my other friends? People who swore that we got along, that they 'got' me, that we had some sort of connection based on girliness or a love of dancing or rum or whatnot? If i move away, they never call. They never go out of their way for me.

I'm that friend that you love to hang out with when they show up at a party or when they happen to be assigned to your dorm room, but once you're away, with people you really love, you never call.

My recent calls are all my parents, brad, and sharon. And a few people who wanted me to buy them beer or liquor.

I miss having real true best friends. Who would drop everything to come to you. I miss never having to worry about plans, because I knew that at some point in the night we'd all end up on Claire's couch playing Mario Party or all snuggled up in one big ball of bestfriendlove on Kat's bed.

I'm such a stupid bitch.

peculiar kitty behavior

My cat is a strange character. He'll run around and play all night long, while I constantly try to get him to sleep. All day, he'll curl up next to me on the couch and snooze, when I'd be happy to play the rolled up sock game or the feather on a stick game all day long. He's terrified of the bathtub (because, really what cat likes taking a bath?) but when i'm in the shower, he'll sit on the edge of the tub and watch me shower and then hop in and play with the mat once I turn the shower off. What a wierdo.

I miss Williamsburg. A lot. I've never spent the summer anywhere else, and its wierd. Really wierd. However, Brad and i did find an awesome park that I didn't know existed. Now all we need is Sno to Go and Pierce's and Peking and I might be satisfied.

I hate being poor. I'd kill for a sushi dinner and a night at the movies without worrying about how much any of it costs. When I lived at home, all of my income was disposable. I didn't worry about a thing, cause I didn't have any real obilgations. Now, i'm always worried and always on the edge of broke. It is for sucks.

Is it horrible that my apartment is so messy that I would literally be embarassed if anyone decided to come over, but I've spent all day reading a book and watching the food network? I just couldn't clean. I don't know why.

'ello poppet...

Long time no blog. I've finally returned to the world wide web, after a long hiatus due to poverty and an absentee roomate who dosen't want to help out with anything ever. Living alone is lonely sometimes, but I got cable today and Brad and Sharon come over whenever they please, so I'm not so lonely.

I have the coolest cat of life. My little Charlie. Right now he's curled up on one of my shoe chairs, completely passed out and oblivious to the world. He's the cutest. I heart him.

So if anyone in the blogosphere heads through my burg, feel free to give me a call and come and visit and have some cheap beer and meet my cat.