- “Disappearing” money. Give me $3k and see how long it takes me to make it vanish– it will astonish nearly all of you. No, I do not drink (on anything near a regular basis), smoke (at all), gamble, or do drugs (unless starbucks counts). And, in the last 2 years I have managed to curtail most of my wtf spending– you know, why did I need 3 different novelty sticky note pads, why do I need a pen with feathers on the end, etc etc. However, I have been working full time, going to school full time+ odd hours, and eating for 1/8 of a person is tiresome if you’re cooking. I eat out, alot. My eating out funds are comparable only to my bookfund.
- Annoying Barry. Even his cousin Liam who ran around asking everyone for “the key” (what key, liam? ‘the key to wind barry up!’) can’t annoy him like I do. And I do so love a riled husband– they are ever so much fun to wrestle.
- My job. I kick ass at my job.
- explaining math to megan. Ok, I am not great but I am 100x better than Barry at it, so that makes me awesome in comparison.
- Literary Analysis. Somewhere, I read that an english major should be able to take any text of literary anything and say something like “the novel X shares a remarkable likeness with the rap song ’six in da morning’ by iceT” and be able to back it up. I think up random stuff like this ALL the time. Today it was “the city novel” and its seemingly simultaneous disappearance due to the modernist movement along with its reappearance in graphic literature. IE something like A Tale of Two Cities vs… The Spirit. My professors usually stare at me in horror.
- Knitting– if I ever finish anything, it looks awesome.
- Sleeping, provided I actually get to sleep
- Making people think. shhhh don’t tell anyone I said this. But really, this is just #s 5,3,2, and maybe 10 all added up.
- Finding gifts for just about anybody. Most of the time.
- Asking questions, permission, anything.
Things from Halloween on were nutball crazy. I have been on two separate sleeping medications (not at once) lived in 3 separate places (still keeping my house, consider the other two brief hiatuses of a sort. never call that crap a vacation.), taken the GRE (shudder), spent three-quarters of a week on the I-10, read too many “teacher” books, applied to grad school, been denied an exceptional admit to my local teaching credentialing program due to it being “too challenging” (BITCHES, PLEASE), gotten completely hammered and then some, taken test versions of the English CSET about 1.5 million times, spent a fortune, lost a fortune, and started school again. *gasp*
I am set to graduate in June. Word is still out on whether I will get into graduate school where I want to go or whether I will be spending a year in my current institution before next fall rolls around and I begin seriously applying myself.
In other news: Perhaps my husband will finally be a legal permanent resident come February 3rd, 2009. If so, it will have officially taken us 8 years to get him there. It will also spell the death notice for his current place of employment.