Sunday, September 19, 2010

How come your dreams are always so bitter?

The week was relatively busy and I didn't have much down time to just sit and relax. I had a group meeting on monday with two of my classmates to discuss our paper and presentation. I usually really enjoy working with people and I have a tendency to kind of take the lead on things but I found myself getting heavily annoyed this time. Our presentation is on FAS/FASD and infancy, my job is to think of an activity to involve the whole class...who likes BINGO? ha. I have no idea what I'll be doing yet, we've got a month to figure it out. 
So, group presentation, a paper and moving. I officially have an apartment and will be moving in on October 16th, I cannot wait! I may also be taking on a babysitting job with two kids, one of which has recently been diagnosed with Asperger's. It works well because I could use the extra money and having a child with a diagnosis like that usually requires lots of extra help and support. Coincidentally my next paper is on observing a toddler and the parent, score.
Aside from work, which has been about the same, there were hangouts, football games, sushi with the family and fighting a cold. The driving skills of the people of Nashville still never fail to amaze me. There were at least 3 incidents of me being cut off downtown. I have developed an extreme case of road rage and a colorful vocabulary....well more colorful than what I already had. 
Today I went furniture shopping to look for a couch. I felt old immediately. Yesterday I also felt old at the Jonny Craig show. There were quite a few young people there. I've been wondering if there is like an age limit for things like that. The same kind of age limit there are for things like 'walks of shame', mini-dresses, dance clubs and swing sets. Not really prohibited, but just frowned upon after a certain age. The show was decent, not amazing. His voice is amazing and I think he has the very same opinion of himself. 
I have been informed my first visitors will be here during halloween weekend. My excitement level is at like an eleven. I know I've only been here for 5 weeks but I miss my friends like crazy and I feel so far removed from everything. I am still having trouble getting adjusted to the thought of this being very much my life now and my 'new' friends are the people I'll see more often and come to depend on and learn things from, so I just need to remind myself of that. Yesterday I attempted to talk to a guy at the show, actually I just asked him a question because I had never heard of the band. I don't know if I offended him or what but he answered and quickly moved away. I have leprosy? I'm creepy? Being that my limbs aren't falling off I'm going to assume he thought I was hitting on him...I don't hit on people and if he was attractive I would have not said a word to him at all. Meh. I am thankful that my TN friends understand or at least tolerate my sick sense of humor and foul mouth...I was a bit concerned about that. 
I bought a hot pink blazer with black piping and am DYING to wear it. The amount that I love fall is out of control and it's not coming soon enough. I want hot apple cider. My TN friend from Michigan and I reminisced about all of the wonderful fall things that we like to do. I'll be recruiting people for haunted houses and scary movies soon enough.
Next week will involve seeing Touche Amore, class, work, papers and reading. I'll also be alone for much of the week since Jill and Jason will both be out of town. I plan to be searching for furniture, throw pillows and the other crap that makes apartments feel like home. I also want to get some work done for class ahead of time and figure out what I'm doing next semester. We shall see.
Also, I want one of these:
Yes, thats a baby panda.
I saw 'Easy A' on friday, I have a bit of a girl crush on Emma Stone or her character in the movie, she was witty and had an impressive vocabulary especially considering the movie was produced by MTV. I thought it was funny and it taught me not to be a whore or pretend to be a whore, oh life lessons.

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