Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Odds and ends

1. The building is experiencing another brownout. This happens too often for my liking. Damn you PECO! You ruined my shower! Rassin' Frassin' water pressure.

2. I am still totally elated re: finishing grad school. WOO!

3. I totally need a job. Even a crappy job.

4. I am baking gingerbread today. This might be a mistake.

5. I will have to double-check the openness of the Chinese place downstairs for tomorrow's Jewish-Christmas.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Holy flurnking schnit.

I am done.

DONE.

As soon as that piece of paper shows up in the mail...

I am a Master. Of Arts.

I AM DONE WITH GRADUATE SCHOOL!

Monday, December 08, 2008

Well duh

You don't win anything if you keep putting money in the slot machine.

Dummy.

It is gonna be a loooong week. Lots of writing, preparing a presentation, working on a term paper which I have not yet started (although the presentation will be a kick in the pants), changing my residency status (so much paperwork!), getting in (dog willing) to the cert program, and not seeing Damien until friday.

This normal relationship is turning me into a softie. The long-haul periods I used to put up with? They are difficult now. A few days is difficult :P

Crockpot teriyaki chicken tonight. Hope it doesn't suck!

On another note, it is VERY cold outside.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Bright Lights, Atlantic City

I have been a busy girl as of late. All maintaining a social life, going to New York for a couple days, and oh yes, my computer DYING. Thank dog I have a sweet (if dirt cheap) laptop to save my ass, and a valiant effort made by Damien to fix the damn broken hard drive. He thankfully was able to recover my documents, but pretty much everything else? Bye-bye.

No more photoshop, no more sig pics. :(

Damien and I are going to fabulous Atlantic City this friday, actually staying the night in a cute (and by "cute" I mean large) boutique hotel - the Chelsea, if you're interested - and throwing away what will be absolutely no more than $40 on the penny slots. I am praying that I will not be stupid enough to forget my cancer-sticks and end up buying a $10 pack at the nearest casino. I really, really need to quit. But in a casino? Which is like a giant ashtray? It will be a challenge.