14 days until San Francisco

My body isn't sore anymore from going to the gym! Yay! But it may be a bit soon to begin rejoicing because I have to go to the gym this week all over again.

I like my job. There's enough stress to keep me on my toes, but not so much that I hate work. The gourmet food doesn't hurt either. Mmm.... banana poundcake.

They don't believe in making pants for short people

I started going to the gym on Tuesday, and Josh says I have to go 4 days a week.... in a row.

I think my butt fell off yesterday on the machine that looks fun, but is far from fun after the first two minutes.

19 days until San Francisco

Tomorrow's the start of my second week of work... four day week... hurray!

There was a nail in my tire, in case anyone was wondering what the outcome was of my car troubles.

I love long weekends. I think I appreciate them more now that I'm working than when I was a student. I realize that I can truly use my time better and waking up at 9:30 in the morning on a Saturday doesn't seem so bad when my wake-up is normally at 6:15.

What goes up must come down

So the week at work has started well. I'm really tired though, because I'm not used to the 6:15 A.M. wakeup.

Today, I thought I heard a funny noise while I was driving, sort of like a rapid thumping whenever I had my foot on the gas. I couldn't hear it when I opened the window, so I thought I was just going crazy from not sleeping enough.

Then my brother tells me this evening, "Your car's making a funny noise."

Great. When the heck am I going to find time to fix this car?

Officially, it's official for me too (You put it the best words Jared)

I am now free of Rutgers.

A big sigh of relief for me this morning as all of my grades magically appeared after an extremely long waiting period (considering I took most of my finals before final exams officially started).

An amazing thing: Death by Logic = A
Considering the amount of time my professor took to grade quizzes, I don't think he read all 200 of the papers the students in my class handed in, but I don't care anymore.

Something I will actually miss about being at school: Bubble tea from Noodle Gourmet (Hey, it was $2.50 and really good! It's $5 in NYC!) and cinnamon oreo ice cream from Thomas Sweet's.

Is it a bad thing if I can't think of anything else to miss? I bet something else will come up (other than the obvious freedom from parental control and observation) at some inappropriate time when I don't have an internet connection or something to write it down on.

I wonder if they have them in my size...

So Peeyat helped me move out this afternoon (Muchos gracias) and then we were hungry when we got back - it was a lot of work moving out all that junk! We tried out the new McDonalds white meat chicken nuggets. Yummy!!! Definitelty an improvement. Then Josh told me he was going to hang out with the boys, so I decided to go to the mall with Peeyat.

How unfortunate that my mom said she'd buy me my tanzanite ring for a graduation gift and then I realized that it wasn't on sale anymore - it ended yesterday. Poo.

But I bought a new pair of shoes.... my second in less than a week. Terrible. At least I didn't pay for the first one. I will further justify my actions by saying that the shoes I bought today are for work.

Death by Logic

It's finally over. I'm done with college (until I realize that I failed a class somewhere along the line this semester and have to take summer courses to make up for it) and it ended with Logic. Ha, of course, he messed up my grade, or rather, the incompetent students didn't get it right. I'm probably never going to get it fixed. What a dismal end to four years. I'm angry at the school all over again.

Shot myself in the foot

It happens every year. Whenever finals roll around, I think I have a lot of free time, so I tell work to schedule me in, only to realize that I really could have used that time to write my last paper, and sleep in.

Today was my last day. No more shooting myself in the foot during finals again.

Now I have to write the last paper....

Oh happy day

Ever since Thursday, I've had this all-consuming desire for the Gameboy Advance SP. Unfortunately, everbody and their mother was sold out of it and didn't know when it was coming back in. I went to the mall on Friday and was told, "Good luck finding one" by all the employees I asked. I figured that I wouldn't be getting one until the excitement died down in a month or two.

Lo and behold, Hotmail bore me fantastically good news today. Circuit City e-mailed me *twice* saying that they got the GBA SP in stock. Goes to show me I really should continue my obsessive habit of checking my email everyday. I figured Circuit City wouldn't notify me any time soon considering the less than hopeful responses I'd been getting everywhere. So as soon as I got the e-mail, I bought one and picked it up right away :)

I am one happy girl right now.

A slow and painful death

Logic, Reasoning, and Persuasion.... This class was supposed to be an easy A. On the contrary, it is anything but an easy A. First, we have the twenty person minimum group project that got all thirty of us in trouble for cheating, whether we did anything or not. Then there was the professor who was too lazy to give us our four quizzes as scheduled and instead decided to lump three of them into one on the last day of class. Normally, after one of those finals on the last day of class, you breathe easy because the class is over. Not for Logic! Now there's a final paper looming on the horizon. Logic is a slow, and very painful death.

I wonder how old these Frosted Flakes are

The other day, I was walking down the street with Josh. I felt something on my leg (I was wearing jeans), like a pebble or something, so from the outside of my jeans, I nudged it a little so it'd fall down and out of the bottom. Something black and shiny fell out.... yes... it was a bug. I wasn't sure. It kinda looked like a little ladybug, only completely black. I said, "I don't even want to know what it is because it looked like a bug." Then Josh of course, looks at it and says, "Yup, that's a bug." Panic ensues.

He asks me why I'm so upset when it's not even on my leg anymore and he just doesn't understand. It's the principle. It was on my leg!!! ::shudder::