One of my new year's resolutions is to get back into it. It should hopefully work; it isn't painful like the gym or anything.
So to summarize the last few months. . .
July:
I stopped blogging around the same time I stopped commuting to the city. Coincidence? Totally. I went from a relaxing 40-minute train ride to a hellish 35-minute drive to my new workplace. . . 5 miles from home. No longer was it easy for me to think of good topics by reading the useless drivel that is the free Metro paper on SEPTA trains. Now I had annoying DJ's keeping me company each morning while I looked around at make-up artists, fine diners, entertainers, and other countless car-based professions on the parking lot that is main street.
I also joined a gym in July. Six months of mostly-religious attendance and I notice nothing. I'm still skinny and emaciated, but my boobies bounce now when I do steps. That's good for women, but what about men?
August:
I was pleasantly surprised by a new morning DJ with an annoyance factor only half of what there used to be.
I was now comfortably established at my 8-5 home too. For background, my new boss is /was actually my old boss from the previous gig. She jumped ship and I followed a year later.
I also began grad school in August. My first class was the deplorable, abhorable statistics--bane of my undergrad existence. By class #2 I knew I was a goner.
September:
BBQ season may have been nearing its end by this point, but for me and my new grill, it was still going strong. You'll be happy to know that it is now stored for the winter--despite the fact that this is the most-awesomely warm winter yet.
October:
I vacationed to San Francisco (with side trips to Reno and Napa Valley) with Matt. He used to live there and knows all the cool haunts. I loved it and have many great pictures that will some day be shared somewhere other than in my camera's memory stick (are we sensing a theme when it comes to my stick-to-it-iveness?).
I took my first business trip with the new company. There is nothing like going to Miami and being woken up by the sun as it pours in through the 19th-story window of your water-front hotel. Unless of course you are woken up at 6:30 AM after having gone to bed at 2:00 (from working-alas not partying) and suffering a California-Florida red eye the night prior. But I survived.
I was so inspired by the beauty and culture of San Francisco. I loved it. In homage, I became a lesbian later that month. But only for a day--the 31st. Most people loved the joke, except for this one really drunk guy who actually thought I was a 6'-tall amazonian woman. Dude. . . Seriously? But the best quote of the night was some girl on 2nd Street who said to her friends, "Dude, they're lesbians. . . that's awesome". I actually think she may have been one too, in which case my reason for life is fulfilled. For those curious. . . I'm the red-head.
November:
Nothing exciting happened this month at all. . . Unless you count the painful finger crunch of Thanksgiving. I blame Ford for manufacturing a stupid sliding door mechanism. I blame myself for getting defeated by said sliding door mechanism. I blame my father for almost driving off with me still attached to the car. I thank and simultaneously apologize to the woman in the car next to us who helped stop my father, rescue me, and tolerate my falsetto screams. God, I am such a girl!
December:
It was cold. . . for like 3 days. . . and then it wasn't cold anymore. I rejoiced. Then it all happened again. Now it is warm again, and I am rejoicing.
I decorated for Christmas--really early. I finally have a tree that looks like a tree. My former roommate recalls the year that I won a plethora of Bud-Light / NHL-themed key chains and used those on our tree. I'm glad I've progressed since then. Now if only I could convince my family that one dozen penguin ornaments are sufficient and 5 dozen is scary, I'd be set.
I finished my statistics class. I rejoiced. I learned of my B+ and REALLY rejoiced.
I also had a party: The 2nd-Annual Krazy Kookie Time (don't ask about the spelling. . . a moment of pure insanity during the planning of the 1st-Annual Krazy Kookie Time--who am I to mess with tradition?). Everyone brings a few dozen cookies of one type and everyone goes home with several dozen in an assortment. We had wine. . . lots of wine. We'll just say that I started the night with 5 bottles, threw out 7 empties, and now own 10. That sounds like Enron Math to me, but its fun.
I had quality time with the family, as do most this time of year. I know I'm exactly like both of my parents. I have my mom's creativity, independence, and wit. I have my dad's stubbornness, fear of decision-making, and penny-pinching miserly-ness. Perhaps my parents' divorce was based on the fact that these traits do not get along overly well, possibly illustrating why I am so conflicted. But we'll go into the family stuff later. I have SO much on just that alone. I'll just say--we're never going to Cold Stone Creamery ever again.
Lastly, New Years Eve. None of it will go into print for fear of the waves of repercussions that could go on forever.
January:
Its January 2nd. Be patient! I'm hoping to add a few of these. Thanks for coming back though to read!
Hooray for updates.
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