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Writer's Block: Warning: [Nov. 27th, 2007|11:23 pm]
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Contents Under Pressure: VERY Volatile.

If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
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(no subject) [Nov. 27th, 2007|11:10 pm]
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So... we officially have our wedding venue! YAY!

It was surprisingly easy to decide, and both of us are thrilled with the location. Includes catering, cake, champagne toast, engraved champagne glasses, an hour of alcohol (we'll extend past the hour), no minimum number of guests (a problem at other sites - getting charged for 100 even if we only have 75), children's prices/buffet, centerpieces, some candles and floral arrangements.... really, a pretty nice package!

If any are interested... www.theglovermansion.com

I'm now having dress dilemmas... I tried on 3 and found 1 I really liked at David's Bridal... after swearing I wouldn't try on dresses more than a year in advance, and after really swearing I wouldn't buy the first one I tried on, or on my first day of shopping. I didn't buy it... but it was the first dress.

http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridal_gowns_detail.jsp?stid=2640&prodgroup=10

It's beautiful, and it looked all wonderful and hourglassy... I don't know what to do... I want it, and hope it doesn't stop being carried... but I tried it on alone, so no advice from family or friends... and my sister really wants to look with me when I'm visiting her, and I trust her opinion and to challenge me to try new things... the employee's didn't think the dress would be taken out of their line, as it's been selling well, but there's no way to know for sure.... ARGH!!!!
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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2007|01:52 pm]
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[mood |ecstaticecstatic]

So there are about a million things I could write about...

- Became good friends with a guy at work this summer.  My house is now a mini-gallery of his (he's a phenomenal artist).
- Loved working with the kids in Torrington.
- They sent my last check to the wrong address.
- Still haven't gotten my deposit.
- Loved all the weddings I went to this summer.
- I miss my friends who left.
- I visited one of them (ERIC) this weekend with Ken (we spent about 2 weeks together)

But the only thing I really want to say...

I'M ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We got the ring a little over a week ago.  Ken picked it up at the jewelry store in Spokane today.  Our next visit will be on or about October 6 (he and his parents are driving from Spokane to CO Springs to see his sister)... and at that time he'll be doing the down on one knee proposal thing.  The thing is though... we do already consider ourselves engaged.  We picked out the ring together, and he's asked.  The ring would be on me if it hadn't needed some small adjustments.  And we've started with some of the preliminary wedding planning.  So yeah, we've agreed we're fiances... and he can't wait to slip the ring on in just over a month. 

So how do you tell your parents that you're engaged to a man they've never met?  Or do you just wait to tell them until you see them in person.... I don't know...

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Little Quiz, Little Quiz [Apr. 30th, 2007|07:47 pm]
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I agree with some parts, but not others. Interesting though.


The Everything Test

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Personality
You are more emotional than logical, more concerned about others than concerned about self, more atheist than religious, more loner than dependent, more workaholic than lazy, more traditional than rebel, more engineering mind than artistic mind, more cynical than idealist, more leader than follower, and more introverted than extroverted.

As for specific personality traits, you are adventurious (100%), outgoing (100%), romantic (100%), intellectual (70%).

Stereotypes
Prep77%
Punk Rock67%
Young Professional50%
 
Life Experience
Sex31%
Substances27%
Travel26%

Politics
Your political views would best be described as Liberal, whom you agree with around 54% of the time.
  Socioeconomic
Your attitude toward life best associates you with Upper Class. You make more than 58% of those who have taken this test, and 61% less than the U.S. average.

If your life was a movie, it would be rated PG-13.
By the way, your hottness rank is 71%, hotter than 86% of other test takers.

TAKE THE TEST
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Watch my August plans fly... [Apr. 7th, 2007|07:19 pm]
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[mood |sadsad]

... right out the window.

I just got an email about my assistantship for the fall. And I'm absolutely thrilled about my assistantship. Don't get me wrong. But I was told my start date.

August 6. Easily 3 weeks before the start of the semester.

I had been planning to go to Washington for the month of August. On top of having a wedding to attend, Ken and I were hoping to spend the month together. And most GAs don't start until the start of the semester, as the assistantships do not provide funding for the month of August. There was no reason not to go, spend nearly a month with my honey, have fun, visit Seattle, see the state.... we had things we were going to do. And now, it doesn't look like I'll be making it.

I sent my boss back an email asking him about the job start date - I don't want to work if I'm not being compensated. Hell, I don't want to be here even if I am being compensated. The month of August was the only time I was going to have off all summer. I told him that, and I told him that I had a wedding I would need at least a week off for anyway. I hope I can get more than a week off for it. Ken and I could really use more than a week together in the next six months.

Yeah. That was the other part. We likely aren't going to be able to see eachother between now and August. Five months apart. And now it looks like it will be even more than that... maybe not another visit until Thanksgiving. I'm seriously bummed right about now.

Maybe Ken can come here the first week in August, then I can fly out there for the week of Tina's wedding. That would be 2 weeks... but it would cost a lot more than it would have for me to just go out for 3-4 weeks. And I don't think that's very likely.

I'm very bummed now. I don't want to have to wait another 7 months to see Ken. And it's pretty likely that will be the case.
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Chinchilla [Apr. 6th, 2007|05:38 pm]
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[mood |tiredtired]

I just might have the most spoiled chinchilla in the world...

I just bought him a new wheel... and with shipping, it cost me $88. I'm nuts over that boy. And I figure that when he breaks a "normal" wheel after just a couple months, he might need the more costly wheel. Lets hope this one lasts him a while. I'm not spending that every few months on him.
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Exercise and... Flowers? [Apr. 4th, 2007|08:19 pm]
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[mood |mischievousmischievous]

I just got back to the gym. And while I was there, I saw this girl... and she had FLOWERS in her hair. I shit you not. This chick put flowers in her hair to go to the gym.

This is what I don't get. While at the gym the other day (maybe a week ago), this guy got my attention and I took off my headphones. He asked me if he looked gay in his shirt, because it was spandex. It was an under armor type thing made for working out. There are ALWAYS girls there whering what I would consider 5 years worth of makeup.

What's the point? You're at the gym, presumably to exercise, improve your health, etc. Why should anyone care what others think? So you think I might think you're gay... you're exercising. Why does it matter?

It's well known that our gym is a meat market. People check eachother out. People ask eachother out. Just a week ago (same day as the gay shirt question), I had a guy ask me, "Do you come here often?" which was followed by "What's your major?" and "What year are you?" WTF?????

I don't go to the gym to get dates. I don't go there to check guys out (though I have to admit I don't mind the eye candy, it's a nice distraction sometimes). And I definitely don't do my makeup, put flowers in my hair, or contemplate whether or not my choice of clothing makes me look gay. Hell, I don't even care if I've shaved my legs in the last month. And yes, I wear shorts.

It's getting to be a pet peeve of mine. People go to the gym for a million other reasons than to exercise. Reasons other than to take a break and get some activity in. The gym shouldn't be a place for dates, it shouldn't be someplace where folks get all concerned about their appearance, like at a bar on a Friday night. We should all be hot and sweaty and gross there. No makeup, unshaved legs, hair mussed up, sweat dripping off us... you get the idea.

And NO ONE should wear flowers in their hair.
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The Beetles [Apr. 2nd, 2007|07:54 pm]
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[mood |uncomfortableuncomfortable]

I came into my office at about 8:20am today.

I left my apartment at around 8:05. I drove around trying to find parking, and finally found an awesome spot. I did a not so hot job parallel parking. I finally got in between two cars successfully at around 8:15.

I walked into my office. I checked my email. By about 8:45 I was done fucking around online, and I started reading articles for class. By 9:15, I noticed something in my shoe. It felt like something was moving. It tickled. I moved my foot around, figuring it was an itch. It stopped for a second.

9:20. Another movement. I started to figure that maybe, just maybe I wasn't hallucinating.

9:25. I took off my shoe. I looked at my foot. There was nothing on my foot.

And then I looked in my shoe. There was a fucking huge black beetle in my shoe. It was probably at least 1/2 inch long. Fat.

And it was running around!!!!! It tried to climb out of my shoe. I nearly screamed. I took it across my office to dump it into the trash can. I don't know if it fell in there or not. I couldn't see it in the trash can. But I no longer saw it in my shoe.

I sat back down at my desk and started examining my shoe. I looked around in it, afraid to pull back the tongue and really look. I was shaking. I felt queezy. It was absolutely revolting.

I was shaking for 2 hours afterwards. I didn't want to put back on my shoe. Eventually I did, but I nearly went around sock foot afterwards, simply because I was afraid of this big, nasty, black beetle.

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Alcohol abuse, here I come! [Mar. 28th, 2007|12:22 pm]
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[mood |excitedexcited]

I just found out today that I have funded position for next year...

I am the new AWARE Residence Life GA!!!!

What this means is that I'll be doing substance abuse evaluations and treatment, plus interventions in the dorms related to alcohol/substance abuse. I'm pretty excited. Not only will my classes be paid for, I'll get a normal GA stipend, and I'll get 5 free meals each week in the dining commons. It's a pretty sweet deal, plus it gives me clinical experience/hours that I can use when applying for internship.

Overall, I'm just relieved to know I'll have a paycheck next year.
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Nine Days [Mar. 19th, 2007|10:28 pm]
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[mood |melancholymelancholy]

Nine days just isn't enough. Nine days together after two months apart. Two and a half months apart. It just doesn't seem fair. Nine days.

Within those nine days was our six month anniversary. Out at dinner that night, we realized that in the last six months we have spent no more than one month together. Probably less.

Nine days.

It seems unfair that this amazing man must live 1000 miles away, forcing us to spend barely a week together every couple months. The time together passes so quickly. The time apart, not quickly enough.

Nine days. Just nine days.

Now I sit here, back in Laramie, after driving 5 hours today to get him to and from the airport. My eyes are dry, as I can't cry any more. My heart is still breaking. The last nine days were wonderful... and I don't know when the next nine will come. It may be five more months before we get another nine days.

How can a relationship survive this? Nine days here, another nine there? Months in between a mere nine days together? Can you even call it a relationship when so much time elapses between visits? Between hugs, between kisses, between all the stuff that makes most relationships real? Can a phone call ever be the same as touch? Can a phone call ever be real? Can it be enough?

Nine days. Nine simple days.

Months apart for just nine days. Nine Days.
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