Snow&Coffee.

I woke up this morning and it was unexpectedly snowing and it's kind of awesome.

Now a days, the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning is that I want to wake up next to someone.

This is the first full week of classes, even though the past few have been full weeks of work, so I'm not dreading it.

I've worked the past 3 days and am working today.

Work makes me want to constantly eat when I come home, and I think I've gained back that weight that I unintentionally lost.

Ty started school and that makes me really relieved.

I went out with people last night who I think I can now call my friends...and I like that.

I've been working on the same thing for class for the past week and a half and feel like I've made no progress. I think I'm trying to complicate it and it sucks.

I got season five of Dawson's Creek out of the library, and must go attack it.

This post has absolutely not substance at all, but I figured it was better than no post.

Apples&CheezIts.

A model just came in to be paid and asked if we had any other work open on Valentine's Day, because it's his birthday and he likes working here, and then going out and spending the money on himself and not using it for paying bills, etc..

It made my day because I like the fact that other people do stupid things like that and that it makes them happy. It restores like, a small portion of my faith in humanity or something silly like that.

The more time I spend at work today, the more excited I am for tonight.

What does tonight consist of, you ask?

Me, going home from work, putting pjs on, starting to make my pizza crust, letting it rise and cleaning my room/fixing the light fixture in the kitchen, after it's risen, I'll make my pizza, eat my pizza (complete with Honey Brown), and do ActionScripting for the rest of the night. And be antisocial. And take care of my stuffy nose. And headache. And apparent cough that won't go away.

Even though I've had to cancel plans the last 2 nights on account of being sick and not feeling like being antisocial, I'm actually looking forward to tonight because I'm being antisocial by choice.

I still haven't heard back about NYMF. I'm pretty skeptical about getting this job. Even though it would be fucking awesome if I did.

I'll ask you, what in the world should we do?

http://wwar1.blogspot.com/

That's really cool. And it's being posted because I don't want to forget about it.

I'm posting because I need to stop eating peanuts, because the scratchiness of the coating (they're sweet&crunchy or some nonsense like that), feels good on my gross and swollen tonsils. And because it's after 11pm and I shouldn't be eating peanuts at this hour anyway. I guess that's what happens when I have tea for dinner because I don't have any other food at work because I wasn't really planning on getting a lunch break.

It really bothers me at Rite Aid that even when you're OBVI going to have dinner, they still call it lunch. It pissed me off. Probably more than it should.

I'm still hungry, but I think I'm just going to head to bed.

Ok, so I decided to go for the cup of soup that was left over from lunch (literally, a cup of soup, not like, Campbells Cup of Soup, cup of soup) and a piece of bread, rather than go to bed hungry.

So now that I'm satisfied and have a heating pack on my back, I can go function and do work for a bit...

Your voice...was the soundtrack of my summer.

That song played before randomly on my iTunes, and I haven't been able to get that one freaking line out of my head. And I hate it.

But before I get back to work, even though I've been working all day, I realized today that I should kind of pause to reflect back on...things? I shrugged it off at dinner with Ro, Curley and Konstantine tonight as not that big of a year, but personally, it was kind of was? I fell in love for the first time since high school and got my heart totally shattered for the first time. And I'm not saying that because I want sympathy or because I feel bad for myself, it's because I learned from it. I'm not tooting my own horn or anything, I just think it's important that I came out of that a better person. When it totally could have shattered me. There was dwelling and not eating and losing of weight and crying and not sleeping, but then I decided it was enough. And that was that. I'm able to do that, and to be okay with something like that, and to be okay with myself.

I also graduated. And got into all but one of the grad schools that I applied to. That was a huge deal. And a big personal accomplishment, and probably the most life altering decision that I've had to make up until this point in my life. I think I made the right decision, and I'm happy with where I am. That leads me into the next big thing, and that's moving to Boston. To a city that I had been to only one, briefly, at night, to go to a bar. And leaving behind the city where I knew a lot of people, to move to one where I knew random people from high school and one girl I went to Marist with. Terrifying.

I've gotten ok with being a real person, and with paying bills, and with living by myself. I actually like it. I don't have a lot of money, and that will probably be true for a while, but I think I spend it wisely. And I'm ok with that.

I traveled to a part of the country that I've always wanted to see with some of my best friends, and got to spend 8 amazing days with them, and meet some amazing people.
I gave my heart away, and that's more than I've risked in a long time.
I'm learning how to try and like "nice" things, and appreciate them.
I actually *want* to get a new wallet.
And I want to be less sarcastic.
I'm giving someone a second chance, because not talking for years doesn't make sense.
I drank more than I ever thought possible, played more beirut than I thought possible, and became better friends with more people than I thought possible.
I want to keep in touch with those friends I'm keeping in touch with now.
I want to make my thesis kick ass. And to be the best.
And I want to travel this summer. And get this freelance job, so I can save all that money to travel this summer.
I still play the piano, and write, and started painting.

I'm happy with 2007. I can probably count the really shitty parts on one hand, which is something that I'm eternally thankful for.

And that's all.