Evie has been going to her new school for awhile now. Although she still misses some of her old friends, she seems to be fitting right in at the new place.
After awhile, Sara and I started noticing that whenever we introduced ourselves to parents at school, we would always get the same reaction: ”Oh, Evie? Everybody knows Evie!” Not to say that I’m surprised that everybody knows her (can anybody say they’d be surprised about that?), but it seemed to be a curious reaction, especially since there are three classrooms of kids and she hasn’t been there that long.
I don’t run into the parents that often, since Evie only goes twice a week and she goes to aftercare both days. So I am not around during the standard pickup time, only for drop-off. So I don’t really get to see her interact with the parents very much. I asked her about this reaction we kept getting, since all of the parents kept saying that they knew her.
Apparently, when the parents start arriving, she stands at the gate and waits for them. As they come in, she talks to each parent and directs them to where they should go, shepherding them to their kids. She even has some favorites, referring to some of the parents as her “special buddies” that she spends a little extra time talking to.
Me: “But you don’t talk to *all* the parents, right? I mean, if there’s a lot of them, you probably miss some of them.”
Evie: “The gate is only two mommies wide.”
So apparently Evie has designated herself as the school greeter. I have this vision of all of the parents lined up at the gate, waiting to be let in by the hostess two by two and presented to their children. It certainly would explain why everybody knows Evie.
Yesterday, Evie had her first day of preschool.
Everything was sort of disastrous. First off, it so happened that Sara and I both had dentist appointments scheduled for that day. We spoke to the dentist and I rescheduled my appointment and they promised to hurry Sara’s. However, because Sara had this appointment, she ended up having to leave this morning before everything was ready, meaning I had a lot of running around to do, and she didn’t get to take pictures like she wanted.
Finally, we got out the door and met Sara at the school on time. However, something was wrong, nobody else seemed to be there. It was a ghost town. I went inside to check, and it turns out that the first day (which is only an hour to sort of get her used to it) started at 10 instead of the regular 9. So we were an hour early! So much for all our hurrying. I could have gone to my dentist appointment.
So it was sort of anti-climactic because I had to leave for work, and Sara had to go kill some time. Evie was disappointed too, because she was excited to go to school and didn’t want to be told it wasn’t time yet. It was like we were building up for this big moment and then…nothing. Oh well.
It sounds like Evie took everything pretty well. She insisted that she wasn’t going to play with anything because she, “didn’t want to help pick anything up”. But when she saw the duplos, she just couldn’t help herself. So she ended up having a pretty good time.
This sending your kids to school thing is sort of a head trip. Obviously there are all the feelings about how your kid is growing up so fast, etc. But there’s more to it than that. When you’re old enough for preschool, your life starts happening. I met the best man from my wedding in preschool. I have memories of preschool.
It reminds me of a Louis CK bit I heard one time about how now that his daughter is in preschool, there are no do overs anymore because now she will remember things, the way he remembers things about preschool (EDIT: you can hear the bit here, from minute 3:00 to 3:32). As he says, they press record at age 5, nothing you do before that matters. You could punch her in the face before that and it doesn’t matter because they’re going to wipe the hard drive.
Not that I’m considering punching her in the face. I just mean that any mistakes I make now she could remember for the rest of her life. That’s heavy stuff! No more do-overs!
Write your future self a note from your present self.
But even more fun is reading notes other people have written to themselves in the past.
I got crazy sick over the weekend but I think I’m going to be better by Christmas. 3 more days of work this week. 14 hours of Axis and Allies over the weekend. I beat Tony but Sara beat me. I couldn’t belive she actually played and I think she even kind of liked it. First Monday with no school! No celebration for finishing grad school. I should have walked in the ceremony, then people would have had to come visit from home and buy me presents! That was dumb. The Packers suck. Yesterday Sara let me go through her closet and actually got rid of like 4 bags of clothes!! I don’t know what came over her. I’m so proud!
That is all.
FINALLY FINISHED MY MASTERS DEGREE!!!!!!
Wow. What a relief. This feels great!
I’m kind of disapointed though because I thought Sara might plan something to celebrate or something. When she graduated from grad school I bought a gift and drove to North Carolina. When she found out she passed her board exam I bought her flowers and a decorated a cake. When I got home I was all excited and I was telling her about class and how glad I was to be done but she wasn’t paying attention because she was on the Internet and watching T.V. She didn’t even wait for me to get home to eat dinner. She just really doesn’t seem to care at all, but to me it seems like a pretty big milestone. But who knows, Monday night isn’t the best day to celebrate, maybe this weekend we can do something.
I’m just a little conflicted because I’m glad to be done but disapointed that nobody seems to care.
This is kind of strange. Here I am home early on a Friday, like usual, and I don’t have any homework to do. It feels weird. I completed my last assignment EVER on Wed. and now I just have to sit through 1 lecture on Monday and that’s it. So excited.
I just went and got my licensed renewed. This has been a productive couple of weeks for me. Christmas decorations up, Nala to the vet, new breaks on the car, license renewed, found a new car insurance company. I think all that’s left is Christmas shopping and getting new tires.
Saturday night we’re going over to Anastasia’s to eat and play games. We’ve talked on the phone a few times and still get along well, so that’s all good. I think we’re supposed to bring wine for dinner. Too bad we don’t know anything about wine. I offered to bring a bottle of tequilla instead.
We got about 3 inches of snow this morning and as usual Philly had it’s usual reaction of complete panic and no effort at snow removal. Most people didn’t come to work and most schools were canceled. By about 10 all of the roads were completely clear. My commute only took 10 minutes longer than usual. Pansies.
Last week was the week of hell.
I had to give a presentation in my class on Monday and then I worked all 7 days for a total of 60 hours. I’ve worked every weekend for the past 6 or 7 weeks. Plus everybody’s temper is short so I’ve been yelled at a few times lately. Seems like I can’t do anything right, although I think that’s more that everybody is stressed out. The deadline was last Friday and I’m still not done with everything. It has really been brutal. I could go into more details, but frankly I’m too tired. Also, Sara’s family is coming for Thanksgiving, which is great, but we have a lot of cleaning to do before then.
And now, the ages old debate, do I stay up late to watch the Packer’s game even though I have to get up early and it might just kill me?
So we went to Baltimore on Saturday, and I had a really good time!
First off, our directions from google maps were terrible and we got very lost and also had to pay $4 in extraneous tolls. Then there was some sort of accident in the tunnel, but they got it cleared out in about 10 minutes so we didn’t have to wait very long. We got quite the tour of greater Baltimore as we took every possible wrong turn. Finally, we ate lunch at a great seafood place named Bertha’s and walked around a little bit. We tried to go to Edgar Allen Poe’s house but it was in like the worst neighborhood possible and we didn’t even want to get out of the car. Then we went to Poe’s grave which was in a nicer neighborhood and took some pictures. We wandered around the inner harbor for awhile, but I wasn’t all that impressed with it. It’s like if you turned the KOP mall inside out. Everything was chains. I liked the area we were in first (by Bertha’s) a lot better. It was much more quaint and unique. Anyway, we went to the national aquarium which was really cool but maybe not worth the $20 apiece. There were lots of sharks and this really cool huge tank when you first came in with some sharks and lots of manta rays. I also liked this tank right at the end with seahorses.
So finally it came time to go to the Ben Fold’s concert. It was AWESOME!
Zak and Sara
Ascent of Stan
One Angry Dwarf
All U Can Eat (solo)
Philosophy –> Sugar Plum Fairy
Fred Jones Pt 2
–> “BSO, way to go”
Stephen’s Last Night In Town
Not the Same
Encore: The Luckiest
So that was pretty much awesome. Great show.
In other news, I had a big presentation in class tonight, so I’m glad that’s over. Also, this week is really going to suck because we have a delivery next week. Also, I don’t think I mentioned it, but the in-laws decided to come down for Thanksgiving. So lots of big things coming up!
You better aks somebody.
It’s been a long week with no Sara. She’ll be home tomorrow night at like midnight. Seriously, she better not leave me, I’d be a mess. She was only gone for a few days and all I did was sit on the couch with the laptop watching ESPN and eating sour cream and onion chips. Imagine if I’d been depressed!
I’m going to try to waste tomorrow by putting some hours in at work and doing homework. 1 week down, 6 more to go until I’m done with school!
In other news, how awesome is this?
So Sara left today to go to Salt Lake City (party capitol of the world) for a conference until Saturday. I’m already bored. On the plus side though I got to turn on the heat, use the laptop and watch ESPN for hours.
I just noticed that when I made that post about my old man down there, I was listening to “Father of Mine.” That’s weird!
So yesterday I started my LAST CLASS OF GRAD SCHOOL! But man does the class suck!
It’s called Communication Skills for Management. It’s essentially any freshman year comm class you ever took (Comm 114 at Purdue). Let me attempt to recreate the first class for you. Well first off, the teacher is hardcore about missing class. If you miss class you have to do a 2 hour web course within a week to make up for what you missed, which would be nothing because the class is stupid and worthless. If you miss more than 1 class for any reason, you automatically lose 1/3 of your grade, like you’d go from an A- to a B+. So no chance of skipping.
But seriously, it’s like comm class for freshmen who failed out of their intro comm classes. We have to give an informative speech, a persuasive speach and a couple of writing assignments such as writing a memo and critiquing our speech. Seriously, as a grad school class.
Anyway, we get to class and we have to do an ice breaker where we introduce ourselves to people and find out things about them and then they can sign our sheet. Yeah, welcome to 5th grade. Then we spend 50 minutes learning that communication can be NON-VERBAL as well as verbal. I know! I’m as shocked as you. We took a 10 minute break and then we did an exercise where a guy tried to get us to draw a picture that we couldn’t see using only verbal cues. Then we spent 50 minutes learning that communication can get MESSED UP sometimes. I about passed out with surprise! Then we take another 10 minute break. So finally we get to the big punch line of the class, you could tell she was really building up to this one. 50 minutes for her to tell us that it doesn’t matter what you’re trying to tell someone, it only matters WHAT THEY THINK THEY HEARD. I just fell right out of my chair. That’s some deep shit. Finally we did an exercise where we had to interview the person next to us but here’s the catch! We couldn’t write down words, only pictures! And now in the next class we have to introduce the people we interviewed using only our pictures to help us remember stuff!
So all of that great stuff made the class spill over 15 minutes. 3 hours and 15 minutes to tell us what could basically be summed up in 3 bullet points on 1 slide. I can only hope the rest of the classes are as useful.
Oh yeah, and get this! Classes are supposed to be 7 weeks but we miss 1 class because of Thanksgiving, so she scheduled a class on the 8th week. Then we took a secret ballet vote to see if we should have that class. Someone voted YES! So now we have to have the class. I mean who votes yes??
And we can’t forget to mention the taking of attendence. Of COURSE there was attendence.
Oh well, at least 7 weeks and I’m DONE.
This shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s
Well okay, I’m back for some more mad phat blogging action. I can’t believe it was almost exactly a year in between posts there. Time flies. I re-read all of my old posts today. Good times. I’m a psycho! Sara always tells me I’m moody, but holy crap. I don’t know how she put up with me. The big take away was that I was really really freaked out about getting married. I totally didn’t remember that, but it’s obvious when re-reading this.
Okay, so what’s up? Like I said, I just got done with my capstone project. We made a pluggable card game. Essentially someone could create a few files and have a totally new card game that they could play in our framework. We implemented Euchre and Hearts. Stacy would have loved the Euchre!
Speaking of Stacy (LJ still reminds me of her), on the new Ben Folds CD there is this great song called Late. Its about a guy Sam Elliot who he kind of knew but he really liked his music and then that guy killed himself. It’s just like this really great song about things he’d like to tell the guy if he could. I just think it’s a really nice song because he’s just talking to the guy like he would if the guy were still around, not making this rediculous romanticized version of the guy. I used to think of Stacy and cry every time I heard it, but I’m over that now. I still like the song though.
Anyway, we went to NYC for our 1 year anniversary. It was a really great trip, although short. We saw Wicked and Avenue Q. They were both FANTASTIC shows. You can’t really compare them because they were very different, but I would strongly recommend either one to anybody.
Before that Sara’s mom came out to visit us for a week. It was a really nice visit even though we had to work during some of it. But here’s the weird thing. So I got this call from my friend Casey who I haven’t talked to in a long time. I called him back and he was like “Hey, we’re coming to see you, we’ll be there tomorrow.” So he ended up coming while Sara’s mom was here, which was kind of weird, and also he brought his new girlfriend Margret which was also weird because I knew her from high school but haven’t seen her since then. But she’s like suuuuper nice and I think they had a good time here. It was kind of strange though.
I didn’t really give the England trip justice in the blog here, but it was too big and too long ago to bother with now. It was the second biggest trip of my life and it was very nervewracking driving for a week on the wrong side of the road. But I only drove on the wrong side 2 times when we came back and I think I was even starting to master the round-abouts!
I’ve been listening to Tenacious D like a mad man lately. Best. Band. Ever. Sara bought me the new Dave Matthews Band CD because I was like insane-o fanboy, but I didn’t have the cd. So I got it and it was pretty much what I expected, by which I mean not all that good. It’s alright I guess, but I just feel like they’ve gotten away from what made them good. This album is too predictable.
Nala used to always sleep with me on the bed, by which I mean she used to let me sleep in the bed with her. But then when Sara moved in, there wasn’t room for the 3 of us. So Nala really kept us up a lot at night. Then last Thanksgiving we had left her alone while we went to visit Sara’s family and when we came back she was just flipping out because she was so attention starved. She’s such a needy cat. Anyway, we weren’t getting ANY sleep so we kicked her out of the bedroom and closed the door. Man did she not like that. She just banged on the door and cried so much that that was even worse as far as getting sleep. So then we tried putting her in the bathroom with the door closed and also closed our door, but even that didn’t work. She went so crazy in the bathroom that she started ripping chunks out of the door even though she has no front claws!! So we decided she was never allowed back in the bedroom. For about 6 months we tried EVERYTHING to shut her up, including wearing earplugs, running a fan, etc. Also I kept the spray bottle by my bed and about 3 times per night when she woke me up I went out and sprayed her. I thought that my sleep was going to be disrupted for the rest of my life and then one day, like magic, she just stopped! That was a few months ago and now she just doesn’t wake us up at all!! It’s like the craziest thing ever, it was seriously like magic. So the moral of the story is, stick to your guns and eventually the other person will have to give in.
My mom graduated with her masters, so congratulations to her. My mom, brother and sister are all up at the family reunions this week and I’m sooo jealous. But even more so, they’re going to NOAH’S ARK (the happiest place on Earth) this week. Ugh, I’m so jealous.
Alright I’m going to commit this because it’s getting long.
I was just catching up on some friend’s blogs and I remembered this thing here. I really would like to get back to writing in here. For awhile it just became too much of a chore.
So I’ve been married a year, so far so good! Everything’s going really well and married life is even better than I thought.
Work has been a handful. About 5 months ago or so I kind of got a promotion to where I’m a team lead and I’m managing 3 or so people. I say “kind of got a promotion” because it was a promotion in responsibility but not a promotion in money or anything. It’s been really good so far, but it makes me work a lot more than I used to.
On top of that school was really kicking my ass. I just got done with my capstone class, which is like the “end-of-your-masters-wrap-up-the-program” class. Between all the extra hours at work and all the extra hours for school, I’ve literally had no time to do anything. I can’t wait until I graduate in December!
Now that class is over and our delivery is about to go out the door at work, I find myself without anything to do. I’m still kind of in hurry up mode so I feel like I should be doing something. T.V. just seems boring now. (Hence me picking the LJ back up…)
I’m trying to actually DO some of my hobbies now that I have time, particularly picking the guitar back up. Unfortunately my callouses are completly gone now and I’m not able to play for very long.
Somewhere in there we also took a trip to England to see Sara’s sister who was doing study abroad. It was a great trip (although we prefered Italy) except for on the first day when someone broke the rental car window and stole Sara’s purse. Kind of put a damper on the trip…
Okay, I started this too late and now it’s time to go to bed. Who knows, maybe I’ll have some extra time now that school is out and I’ll update this thing!
So that pretty much catches us up. ::whew:: So now it’s late Tuesday night and I’m leaving early Thursday to drive to North Carolina for Sara’s graduation. I’m not used to seeing her so much! It’s going to be weird though because I’m going to have to sleep in a room with her parents. That makes me uncomfortable. It’s going to be very crowded in that little apartment with 5 people in there! Okay, there’s probably most stuff I could say but I am JOURNALED OUT!!
That is all.
Over and out.
I feel like there’s not much to do now that I don’t have school!
I came home from work and made a bunch of phone calls. First I called the guy in charge of the place where we’re having our reception. Sara gave me a list of questions to ask him. You know, it’s quite amazing, every time we have something we want to do, he says yes. No matter what it is, he makes it happen. Maybe I shouldn’t be so amazed because that’s the way people should be when you’re giving them lots of money, but frankly they aren’t. This guy though…he’s awesome.
Next I called 7 apartment complexes. I have 3 appointments set up but most of the places either didn’t answer or I left a message on an answering machine. I’ve decided that I’m going to make my decision after the places I see on Thursday. If I don’t hear from anybody else before then, so be it. I’ve looked at about 7 places, I’ve got 3 more for sure to look at and another 6 or so that I’ve called but haven’t seen. Nobody can say I wasn’t thorough!
Other than that I’ve just played guitar and watched T.V. tonight. I feel like there are things I should be doing, but I really don’t think there is. Oh, I was going to put a little extra in my final but the info I found didn’t really change anything, so I didn’t resubmit it.
Oh, one more thing, I weighed myself today. I was expecting something really bad since 1) I’m not working out AT ALL, 2) I’ve been eating easter candy like crazy, and 3) I’ve been eating bad things and going out to eat. I think I forgot to mention it in here, but on Friday night I had a full cheesesteak from both Pats and Ginos!! NOT on the diet plan. But you know what? I was down 4 pounds from the last time I weighed myself! I was 208, which was only 1 pound heavier than at the end of the contest.
You know, sometimes its really a burden trying to be the guy who’s trying to make everybody laugh.
We had design meetings (read fist fights) for 7 of the 8 hours today and yesterday. I hate it when people yell at each other. I always try to play the peacemaker and be the one to cut the tension, but really that’s not my job. I’m not responsible for that. After a particularly bad argument that broke the meeting up, I went back to my desk where Sara had been furiously trying to get ahold of me. She had had a stressful day and was upset. I tried (unsuccessfully) to cheer her up. After a bit she abrubtly said she had to go and hung up. I know she’s not upset with me in anyway, just stressed out about her capstone, but I was a little hurt by the way she talked to me in her phone messages and then on the phone. She didn’t mean to be hurtful. Even still, after I got off the phone with her I just sat back and thought, “I’m really sick of being the guy who’s always cheerful and takes on everyone else’s problems.” I need to realize that I’m not responsible for everyone’s happiness.
The Prof. canceled class all next week so technically I’m done…unfortunately we had to have class for FOUR HOURS last night to make up for it. That’s pretty rough after an 8 hour work day. Plus side is, since I’m not taking classes over the summer, I’m done for quite awhile now. Well, that’s not exactly true, I still have my take home final, due next Thursday.
I have 2 apointments to see apartments tomorrow. I called about 3 other places, maybe I can make an apointment with them if they call back. They probably won’t though because it sounds like they are rental offices or real estate offices so they probably won’t check their voice mail until Monday. All I can do is see as many places as I can.
Time to go see Kill Bill 2!
Why is it so hard to find an apartment? Sara says it’s because we are picky, but I think it’s mostly because apartment advertisements are dishonest. They try to portray themselves in the best light including distorting maps as much as possible to appear close to everything. So I have to spend 10 minutes trying to find where each appartment actually is, only to discover its nowhere near where it says it is!
Also, didn’t plan on working on my paper tonight, but slave driver group member forced my hand.
I did get a LOT done tonight though. Grocery Store, laundry, organized guitar tabs, looked up apartment stuff, plus other little things.
I’m already dreading going to class tomorrow.
Paid a HUGE stack of bills tonight and then filled out my budget for the month. Finance wise, things are looking okay for the wedding…not great, but okay. Gave my paper a final read and emailed that to my group members. Played guitar for awhile tonight too. I was hoping to go grocery shopping and also maybe organize my guitar tabs into a binder tonight, but I didn’t get to that because I had to go have a rediculously huge (but delicious) dinner and Buca Di’Beppo’s. Mmmmm, family style italian.
No word from Schafer today about how his court date went. I tried calling him and got no answer…I hope that doesn’t mean he’s in jail already.
My brother got his birthday present today! Damn those quick bastards at Amazon, it’s too early! Whoever thought I’d be complaining about good service, but when they said it would take 2-3 weeks I believed them. It took like 1/2 a week.
Okay, bed time.
I’ve had this damn song in my head ever since last Thursday.
Okay, so let’s go chronologically. Went yesterday and helped sand and paint Dawna and Jeff’s living room. It went really fast and I had a pretty good time. I wish I had a house to work on. :/ I can’t wait.
After that we had our big “drink night” but I didn’t feel very good before the drinking even started, so I didn’t drink that much. Nobody got really smashed except their neighbor’s daughter Kelly, which was kind of strange because nobody even knew her. I was going to sleep over there (because I was planning on drinking lots) but I ended up going home around 1:30 since I stopped drinking around 11:30. We had such big plans for drinking, but I’m thinking maybe my best drinking days are behind me!
Saturday was a milestone though, because it was the ceremonial first day of my sandles! The left one has fallen a little bit into disrepair, but the super glue on the right one has held up really well, so I think I need to get some for the left one.
This morning I was in no hurry to get up and get ready so I was just lazing around until like noon. Then I finally was just getting ready to get to work on my paper and Dawna calls and asks me if I want to go play in the park and celebrate the nice weather. I was just about to say “no” when she said the magic word…”frisbee”. Frisbee is like homework kryptonyte! So I got to wear the sandles again AND play frisbee for the first time of the season.
Talked to my best friend today who got picked up for his second D.U.I. on Friday. This time he was in Huntington County which is aparently very tough on drunk driving because the head judge’s daughter was killed by a drunk driver. To make a long story short, it sounds like he’s going to get 45 days in jail, lose his lisense and maybe some community service, maybe even Anibuse. He knows that he deserves some punishment but he’s trying to get his jail time commuted in exchange for something else (maybe house arrest) so that he doesn’t lose his job, which he loves. The bad news is, it’s only 32 days until the bachelor party that he’s supposed to be throwing for me. What a party it will be if the best man’s in jail. He’s said a few times that he knows he has a problem and he needs help, but we’ll see if it actually changes anything. He had to go to alcohol class last time and that obviously didn’t help anything. I’m almost hoping that he does have to do a decent stretch in jail, maybe it will wake him up.
I tried to talk about this whole thing with Sara and she didn’t want to talk about it because she doesn’t really like Schafer. I was pretty upset about that because this is a pretty huge deal in my life and I tried to turn to her and talk about it (since she’s going to be my wife and all) and she didn’t want to hear about it. I just think that’s really rude because here I am trying to come to the one person I should always be able to come to and she can’t even just listen to me because her “distaste” for the subject was too much. I know that she’s not a big fan of the things Chris does, but neither am I. She’s only known him for 3 years so she only knows the bad side of him, but I’ve known him for about 20 of my 24 years. As far as I’m concerned he’s like a brother to me. (I’ve known him *almost* as long as my real brother) If your brother makes some bad decisions, you don’t just give up on him. You stick by him and hope he turns things around. I called her back and told her these things. I was just feeling so frustrated with the whole Chris thing and then she didn’t want to hear about it…if I was at home I would have cried, but since I was in the car outside my friend’s house I managed to choke it back. I haven’t talked to her since, but she thinks I’m avoiding her because she IMed me and I wasn’t here so obviously I didn’t answer back. I’m not avoiding her, I just didn’t get home until late. I’ll have to straighten that out tomorrow.
After that we went back to my apartment, but Dawna and Jeff still had a bunch of food and pop left from yesterday and I said that it’s too bad we weren’t there because I didn’t have anything for them…so then they convinced me to bring my laptop over to their place and work on my paper there. Sounded like a bad idea, but I actually managed to get it done.
Left there at like 8:20 to make it over to John and Melissa’s before Sopranos started. I ended up staying there and talking for another hour and 20 minutes after Sopranos got done. I’m very sad that they are leaving on Wed. to move into their new house in Jersey. I miss them already.
All in all, very busy weekend and I didn’t get to play the guitar as much as I’d like. I’m really wanting to get back into it some more…I’ve only played a handfull of times since Christmas.
Time for bed.
Almost every day something happens that makes me hate Americans. Today it’s this show i’m watching on MTV right now about people who get plastic surgery to look like famous people and how they think that its going to change their life somehow. This one girl is a britney spears impersonator, like professionally, and she’s all like “yeah, once i get my breasts then i know that its going to change my life.” How in the hell is that going to change your life?? The sad thing is that these people really believe this.
I’m so sick of reading about SEI CMM. Normally all the work I’ve done over the weekend would be spread out over 5 weeks, but my slave driver group member wants it all done in the 2nd week. I’m done for now, at least until this weekend. Working on it for ANOTHER 4 hours tonight made me not have time to work out on the LAST NIGHT to work out before the final weigh in tomorrow!
Wish me luck! (Nevermind, it’s in the bag)
Started my new class tonight. Seems okay. I don’t think it will be too hard, but I think it will be very boring.
There was a 9 car pile up on 422 today which made my < 1 mile drive take 30 minutes. How dare they inconvenience me?
Yesterday I thought I messed up Sara’s family’s computer network when I was trying to help her over the phone…turns out it was just because her cat likes to sleep on the router and there is a loose connection!! And here I felt guilty.
Talked about apartments with Sara tonight. I have to admit, I’m getting kind of excited about it. I want her to come and visit so we can look at places. Well, that’s part of why I want her to come visit!
I lost 3 lbs. this week in the contest, for a total of 25 lbs. in 6 weeks. I’m still in first place with 2 weeks to go. I think I only need to lose like 3 lbs. to beat Preston’s all time record.
I’ve been doing tons and tons of stupid LJ quizzes and they’re awful…it’s like they’re all written by 12 year olds. Oh wait, they were.
I have been wasting time lately like it’s going out of style (and believe me, it will NEVER go out of style) but then again is it really a waste if I didn’t have anything to do? Hopefully I can find something to do this weekend. I had been pretty busy, so I guess it just feels like slacking in comparison.
I wish I had something to do so I could stop thinking about what it’s going to be like to be married.
I wish I had friends who actually posted in their journals.
Sara’s sister got accepted to the study abroad program in Scotland, despite the fact that she was sure she wasn’t going to get in!!
Now that I’m starting to have some friends on here, I’m going to try to cut this up so that my entries aren’t so long. The problem is, I never intend to write so much and it just kind of happens!
I got 387 out of 390 on my Operating Systems final, but someone got 388. It better not have been 85…after all the crap I gave him about beating him by 1 point on the first test, it would be revisited upon me 10 fold.
So I finally had to decide about the job at work and I decided to take the new job on Horizons. I’m going to start on April 9th.
Apparently, everyone on both sides had assumed I would keep the job that I had, so I think everybody was a little shocked. Andrew and Ben looked like they were going to cry and Jeff said, “You….BASTARD” and joked that he was going to screw me over on my next appraisal. He also said, “You might as well go tell Dawna so she can start gloating.” Even Garold (who I don’t even like) came over and told me he would be sad to see me go. Hell, he’s one of the reasons I’m leaving! Then I went downstairs and told them I was going to take the job. Tony was so happy he told me, “If you weren’t a guy I’d hug you!” He then interrupted a meeting Dawna was having and told her and she yelled “Yippie!” and disbanded her meeting. I have to say that both reactions made me feel a little good inside. Maybe that’s wrong, I don’t know, but oh well.
I had a pretty good time in NC. I think both of us were a little moody over the weekend, which took away from it a little bit, but it was still a good time. I hate going all the way there and then fighting with her. I think that now whenever I’m with her, I’m really touchy because I’m overanalyzing every little thing, asking myself, “Are you going to be able to live with this the rest of your life?” I know that’s just making everything worse, but I can’t help it.
JCS was good, but you could tell it was not being put on at the highest level. The sound quality was pretty bad (although that didn’t matter as much since I already know all the words anyway) but there were some interesting takes on things in this production. The biggest thing was that it was set in a little bit more modern times, with kind of a “raver” bent…for example, a big saggy-jeans wearing, tattooed Judas kills himself by shooting up rather than the more traditional hanging. It was also a little risqué considering that every church youth group for miles was in the theater!
Sara is the worst thing that could ever happen to a diet! I’m going to pay her to spend one day with each of the people in the contest. “Let’s get ice cream! Let’s get cappuccino! Let’s buy Girl Scout cookies! Let’s go out to eat! I don’t want to make that for dinner, let’s make gorditas!” I think we managed to do pretty well though. Well, I did at least but I can’t speak for her.
Larissa just picked the “hot guy” rather than the “average guy” on Average Joe 2. No matter how much nicer the average guys were than the hot guys, she instantly liked the hot guys just because they were hot. Nice guys finish last again! I hope she dies.
Well actually, she ended up getting what she deserves. The “big twist” at the end of the show was that she had to admit that her last boyfriend was Fabio. Who cares, right? Well apparently the guy she picked did because he got all pissed off and immature and dumped her over it. Oh well…she picked the hot guy rather than the average guy and, well, that’s what you get.
God, girls are so obsessed with the way guys look. Don’t they know what kind of stress that puts on us guys to conform to their body image? Well you know what? To hell with their unrealistic body images! Down with the women oppressors!
Okay, time to get to bed.
Sara weekend is almost here! I’m only working until 11 tomorrow and then leaving right from there. I’m not sure an 8 hour drive is more exciting than 8 hours of work, but somehow, no matter how boring whatever you are doing is, it’s so much better than being at work. Anyway, 8 hours is nothing to get to spend all weekend with Sara!
She got the tickets to Jesus Christ Superstar!! Most people that don’t know me well don’t know of my deep seated love of showtunes…it’s not exactly one of those things you want to admit. JCS is my favorite of all time and I know it forwards and backwards, in 3 languages. Okay maybe not, but needless to say I’m excited to see it. As much as I love it, I’ve never actually seen it on stage, just the movie. Hardest part will be refraining from singing outloud!
My favorite JCS memory…, and I were driving back from visiting Kev in NC and me and Stacy were forcing Stevie to listen to it. Now, keep in mind Stevie has no religious backround whatsoever (which will be obvious in a moment). So it was pretty quiet in the car, but I didn’t think anybody was listening all that intently to the music. All of a sudden, Stevie goes, “Is this Judas guy going to betray Jesus??” The combination of the fact that he didn’t even know who Judas was or the basic storyline and the fact that he was listening to the words so intently was just really funny at the time. Okay well I know it doesn’t sound all that funny, but me and Stacy had a good laugh over it at the time!
I pansied out and didn’t make a decision about the job today. I won’t have a choice tomorrow though. I think I’m going with the job downstairs. Life changing decisions are scary! ::Yipe!::
The final went pretty good tonight. The real final was a lot easier than the practice final. Like, when does that happen??
I should go to bed, if I could just stop staring at this…
I feel completely unprepared for my final tomorrow. I’ll probably be able to sneak some study time in at work tomorrow. Tomorrow is also the day I have to make a decision about the job downstairs, and I haven’t made a decision yet.
Going to be a fun day.
Sara really pissed me off tonight by saying that all private schools should be gotten rid of because, “Why pay for something when you have something perfectly good for free.” Well first off, she’s very lucky that she lived in a school district where the public school was good, but I can’t believe that she can’t conceive of one that isn’t so good. In her specific case, the private schools weren’t as good as the public ones. In plenty of other situations (including the one I was in) the private schools are much better than the public schools. Besides, even if they are not, why shouldn’t the choice at least be there? If I want to blow my money on a substandard education for my child, that is my right and no one should be able to take that away from me.
Aside from that though, there are MILLIONS of reasons why you might choose to go to a private school rather than a public one that have nothing to do with quality. My parents wanted me to go to a Catholic school because they wanted me to be taught with their values in mind. They were willing to double pay for that, through taxes to a school I didn’t attend on top of a hefty fee charged by the Catholic school. I have nothing against public education, but my parents wanted something specific for me and paid for it. Should it be illegal for them to have that option?? All schools have strengths and weaknesses. Why shouldn’t I be able to choose one that coincides with my strengths and preferences, especially knowing I’m going to have to pay out the nose for it? Also, I’ve heard of cases where people are excessively bullied or made to feel uncomfortable or out of place. They can stick it out where they are and be miserable, but it’s worth money to me to take that added stress off of my kid.
Just today I heard a story about a friend of a friend in NYC who lived in a really poor neighborhood and went to a really crummy school. He was a brilliant kid but this specific public school system just wasn’t keeping up with him, for whatever reason. His parents couldn’t afford to send him to private school, but he was able to get a voucher and go. Now he has a huge high paying job and he attributes it directly to the private school he went to.
I have no bias against public school. I personally have no reasons to choose private school over public school, other than the quality of the school. In my experience, the quality varies very greatly from area to area, even within a county, therefore, this is not a decision I can make until I settle down somewhere and compare the schools. I do know this though; I REFUSE to have my kids go to a substandard school just because it is public. If it is within my power I’m going to do the best I can for my kids.
I’m happy for Sara that she had such a great public school to go to. I’ve been there and it really is fantastic. Everything is new and nice and very suburban, with good teachers and good families. I’m just sad that she can’t imagine any situation except the one she personally experienced.
That’s all folks, I should really get to bed.
So I’ve been having mild insomnia lately. I walk around all day so exhausted that I can hardly stand up and then when it comes time to go to bed, I just can’t. So I end up staying up until 2 and then getting up at 7 again the next morning and starting it all over again. This might not seem that bad, but seriously nothing like that has ever happened to me before!! I mean this is the guy who had to get tested in a hospital for narcolepsy and sleep apnea in high school on account of all the sleeping, including a little problem I have of falling asleep while I’m driving. The sleep study found that my average time to fall asleep is under a minute. No matter how much stuff has ever been going on in my life, its lights out as soon as I hit the pillow.
Okay, had to take a timeout because my cat that was sitting in my lap apparently got fed up with my typing and just sank her teeth in my arm and held on! What the fuck? She got a nice bath with the spray bottle. I’m changing my mood icon.
So anyway…I don’t know if it’s because of the wedding, all the school stuff, the stuff going on at work, or because I’ve been thinking about Stacy so much lately. Maybe I’ve screwed my body up good with the weightless thing. (Side note, lost 7 lbs. this week for a total of 21 in 4 weeks!) Maybe the work with the night school is just getting to me…maybe I just need some time to relax.
Speaking of class, I think did well with the presentation tonight. One more class, then a week off!
I still don’t know what to do about the work situation. I had meetings with both sides today but neither helped make up my decision. Both sides paint the other position as being really unstable. I know it’s just political crap. I hate it. Right now I’m leaning towards going downstairs though, because they stuff they are working on is really cool and they have tons more development coming up than we do upstairs.
I felt lonely tonight, but only for a little bit because I didn’t really have time to be lonely. I’m really glad I’m going to get to see Sara already this weekend. I can’t imagine how great it’s going to be when she actually lives here. Oh wait, yes I can, when we were in college I saw her everyday all the time.
Oh yeah, I just remembered! I think we’re going to be able to go see Jesus Christ Superstar this weekend! TOO EXCITED!
I’ve had some lame mardi gras, but this might take the cake. I should think of something to give up for lent. Before tomorrow.
Again, it’s time to go to bed and I’m getting more awake by the second. I guess I have no choice but to go lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.