Monday

I have another day off today.  Apparently the power was out at my workplace - they got hit by lightning or something.

I finally got my grades in for last semester.  3.92 overall, which isn’t bad and did boost my GPA.  I’m concerned because one of the classes I signed up for next semester isn’t on my registration card, and I have to have it to graduate.  All these stupid sophomores are trying to get into the class, which takes room away from the juniors who actually need it.  The woman sent out an email telling everybody to come to the first class, though, so they could sort it out then.  I’d assume there’s no room for sophomores.  Why are there always space issues at my school?  They should stop letting so many damn people in or hire more professors or something, because it’s pretty ridiculous.  And the housing situation sucks on top of that.  Overall, I’m not entirely happy with the place … 2 more years.  It’s weird to look at the calendar and think about all the things that are going to happen over that time.  All the people you’ll meet, the classes you’ll go to, the parties you’ll attend, the decisions you’ll make.  There’s no way to tell what all will happen, but there’s no doubt you’re going to be there for it.

Aaand … my closet.  I started rearranging it yesterday, but it needs much more than that.  My plan is just to arrange the clothes and donate the awful ones, and then try to pick up the rest of my room.  Just attempting to organize things will force me to get rid of at least some stuff.

Today D. and I went out to lunch at Panera.  We sat next to older guys talking about how Bush and Cheney should be jailed or something .. they were foreign and seemed kind of socialist.  D. couldn’t stop muttering about how he doesn’t like old people.  Unfortunately, we’re all going to be old some day … I’m not looking forward to it though.  I like to look the way I do now, thanks, and I just generally like being young.  After lunch we went to Borders and looked for books about closet organization.  After that somehow we were in psychology and taking some sex quiz, it was pretty entertaining.  I kept crossing paths with this guy I was kind of mean to the other day (I had some drama with the store putting money back on my debit card.  Thankfully it all worked out.) … I swear he was following me around.  Or maybe I’m paranoid?

The rest of today will be me trying to organize, maybe reading, and then hanging out with Gram when she gets here around 5.  Fun stuff ..

Em

Sunday

I’m soo sleepy and it’s 3:21 in the afternoon.  I’m tired if I sleep a lot and I’m tired if I sleep a little.  I guess sleeping a balanced amount would be a good idea, but that doesn’t really seem like an option for me … haha.

Anyway.  I finally have a day off.

The fourth was a pretty good day.  I had to work, supposedly from 10-2.  It ended up being 10-3.  That frustrates me to no end.  If you want me to work until 3, tell me beforehand, but don’t just drag out the time I work indefinitely and just assume I can stay.  It’s really unprofessional and happened on both Thursday and Friday.  On Thursday, I was there until almost 6 after getting there at 10 as usual.  I understand that there was a holiday the next day, but you (my boss) need to plan better.  And tell me ahead how late I’m actually going to be there.  Because otherwise I am really pissed off the whole time I am there late, and not knowing when I’ll get off is really mentally distressing.  That whole time, even if I don’t necessarily have anything better to do, I just want to leave because it’s cutting into my precious free time.

So I worked almost 8 hours on Thursday and then 4 hours on Friday, the 4th.  Then I got ready to go back to my workplace to watch their fireworks.  I went with my parents, aunt, and D.  D. and I had to kind of bail on my other friends, but I couldn’t get that many tickets.  So we headed over around 7, after sitting out on the porch for awhile.  We ate some cookout food and some of the awesome (1200+) cookies I baked that morning.  And used the napkins I’d folded.  Then my dad, D., and I played frisbee while my mom and aunt drank beer and talked.  I run for the frisbee with my hands up, which is pretty funny looking.  After about an hour or so of that, we waited for the fireworks to start.  They were really good and it was nice to just sit and watch them with D.  Fireworks always provoke thinking in me, which is weird, but I guess it’s just because they’re so big and they shake you to your core.  But I was mostly thinking about how happy I was to just be sitting there with my loved ones in the beautiful night.  It was really awesome :).

Anyway, after that my aunt and mom were kind of drunk and ordered a pizza to pick up on the way home.  How stereotypical.  D. and I relayed the story of my friend “M. and the pizza” - she was guarding that pizza with her life.  Ah, I miss that girl.  Anyway, they devoured half the pizza while D. showered because he claimed he felt gross.

Next, we met up with a couple of friends who were at a house party.  I had a bit to drink before we left so I was already feeling good.  I did a shot with a friend of mine who had never had anything to drink before that night - welcome to the dark side!  Then I played some beer pong (I love that game) with her (another friend M.) against my other friend and another guy.  We lost, but I was into the game and giving my opponent friend, S., a lot of shit whenever I made a cup - jokingly calling him a bitch and stuff.  I made about 3 which isn’t bad, but M. wasn’t the experienced beer pong player I’m used to playing with, haha.  She probably made 2, and together that isn’t enough to win.  So we lost and I worked on the beer I was drinking while getting into a long conversation with the other opponent, a different D.  He is moving to the city for work pretty soon and we talked about that, among other things which I don’t entirely remember.  By this point I was tired and not feeling super-great, so I grabbed D. and M. and we all left.  We dropped off M. and then went back to D.’s house.  After awhile there we went back to my house and I felt crappy.  He tucked me in and put a bag by my bed.  The night was kind of rough, but I didn’t throw up, although there were times I would have rather thrown up than continued to feel so gross.  It was one of those nights where I’m not entirely sure why I felt as bad as I did.  I guess just because my tolerance is crap these days.

The next day, Saturday, I was supposed to be at work at 12.  My boss called around 11 and asked when she had told me to be in.  I told her noon, and she said she thought it was earlier than that.  (Hint:  This is why you make an actual, physical schedule.  I am sick of you changing times on me, and I don’t want to get the reputation of the girl who doesn’t come in when she’s supposed to.)  I still felt like absolute shit.  I managed to get down my breakfast and get ready, but there’s no way I should have gone into work.  But I did, planning to bail out shortly.  But when I got there, my boss was the only other one there and she mentioned how the other workers had been calling and saying they couldn’t be there.  So then I felt bad and vacuumed, cleaned up the bathrooms, helped set up the front of the house, and cut a bunch of potatoes.  By this time it was around 3 and there were a ton of other people there.  I told her I felt really bad (very true) and asked if I could leave.  She waited a few minutes and made me do some more stuff before letting me go.  (Shouldn’t a sick employee be let go right away?)  She somehow also made me feel guilty about leaving.  As soon as I was gone, though, that faded and I knew I’d made the right choice.  I came home and slept for 3 hours, which was desperately needed.

Last night, I ordered Jimmy John’s with Lucas and then D. came over and the three of us watched Mission Impossible.  D. left before 12 because I was super-sleepy again.  I went to bed immediately and didn’t wake up until 11-something this morning.

So now I don’t know if I’m supposed to go into work tomorrow or not, but I guess I will because it will make me look committed to my job … or something.  Lately I’ve been feeling like work’s getting in the way of my real life and things I actually want to be doing.  How did I get from “marketing assistant” to “girl putting in urinal cakes”? I feel like this job hasn’t exactly been what I thought I signed up for.  I don’t mind helping upstairs in the kitchen occasionally, but I’m a business major, not hospitality, and I was supposed to be helping with office things and going out into the community to sell our event space.  I’m getting frustrated by that, by not having set hours, and by working weekends.  I guess I did somewhat volunteer for that, but after working the last 2 weekends I’m going to feel guilty for asking for the next 2 off - which I shouldn’t, but I somehow will.  I’m going camping with my friends next weekend and seeing Batman the weekend after that with D., and those are both things that are important to me.  I’m thinking of quitting when D. gets back from Turkey, so that we can have time to do those things we never got around to the rest of the summer.  That will be early August, so not an unreasonable time to quit.  If I can make it to then … my coworker B. said it best the other day - “I’ve never had a job I didn’t like.  Why work somewhere if you don’t like it?”. And that’s a good point.  I do like my job sometimes, but that’s been becoming less and less frequent with more irritations.  I could probably get my job from last summer back, but I think I would just want the time to myself and to chill - to actually have a summer!

Gram’s coming on Monday - tomorrow!  And my friend S. is going to be in Indy on July 28.  See, these are the things my job is going to get in the way of.  I want to have time to hang out with Gram and S., but with my schedule being so unpredictable, I might be unhappy with how things turn out.

Other than that, this summer I still have camping, Batman, Michigan, DMB, and maybe more … who knows.

Ok, off to enjoy summer and my day off!

Em

Thursday

The parents are gone.  The bf is playing ultimate frisbee.  The dogs have settled down.  The brother is at camp.  Ahhh, time to relax and just enjoy myself.

I’ve been browsing online for awhile, looking at events planning companies out west.  Yes, I am now thinking that I want to be an events planner.  If I got a good internship next summer, either at a boutique firm or country club, I would probably have enough experience to get a job in the industry when I graduate.

`I should probably analyze my personality some more before I decide on an industry, eh?  Not that I could ever decide on anything.  But I don’t think the 9-5 life is for me.  I like having some variety, and for that variety I am willing to give up some weekend time.  And I don’t want to always be stuck in an office.  I like the idea of having a client and executing their vision.  Although I don’t know how good I’d be with the creative aspect - which is really big in special events.  Maybe I should be a meeting planner?  Haha.  I’m definitely drawn to the glamour of all of it - but they’d be the glamorous ones, I’d somehow be the one fetching the water.

Today was a long day at work.  We finished inventory, chopped a bunch of tomatoes and onions for the 4th tomorrow, and then reorganized the freezer to fit everything.  It seems like we spend so much time organizing and reorganizing the freezer and the fridge.  I was there until almost 6, which wouldn’t irritate me if I had planned on being there that late.

I need to put away all my new (ok, semi-new now, I bought them on Tuesday) clothes.  Always more things to be done.  I also want to read my magazine, watch the So You Think You Can Dance vote-off, and perhaps start a new blog.  I always think of things I want to do in my free time when I’m at work, but then when I get off work I can never remember them.  Why is that?

Ok, I’m going to roll out.  Tomorrow’s the 4th and ideally I’ll only work like 4 hours.  And then I’ll be back out at my workplace for their fireworks celebration.  My weekend doesn’t start, though, because I’ll be at work for a long time on Saturday for this 300+ wedding.  And we can’t start setting up for it until Saturday morning because of the holiday tomorrow.

I will not be like my boss and let work take over my life (repeat 3x).  I felt bad for her for a long time, until I realized she should just not be at work so much, delegate more work to me and B., and/or get a full-time assistant.  If she was a squeaky wheel about how much she was working, she would get some grease.  Because she does work a ton, and no one is forcing her to.  And the amount she’s working is really taking a toll on her personality, which affects everyone around her.  Today she was super-late for a meeting with a bride, and that just looks bad.

Anywho.  D.’s playing ultimate tonight.  He wanted me to come but I’m tired and just don’t feel like giving up my evening for it.  Maybe we’ll watch one of our 3 netflix tonight.  Since we went over the queue we’ve been getting movies we at least want to watch, so that’s good.

I’m going to go enjoy my leisure time!

Em

Wednesday (night)

I’ve been really busy these past few days, and I barely even know with what!  I was fighting on and off with D. for a week or so, so that was a stressful time.  But now we are all cool again :).  Other than that, last weekend was insane as far as work goes.  I worked 13 hours on Friday, probably 6 on Saturday, and 9 on Sunday.  Thankfully I had Monday and Tuesday off to recover.  Today was another long day - I guess 8 hours isn’t really that long, but when you’re running around all day making food and doing inventory, it certainly feels like it.

After work I had tennis, which was ok but it was the first class of the new session.  So I missed my new friend V. who’s leaving on July 16 (I think).  Of course I make friends with the one person who’s leaving for like, a year.  Ah well.  Another girl I know from class was there, so that was nice, but aside from that it was mostly new people.  I met one woman who had four children.  I didn’t really know how to respond when she told me that.  I wanted to ask “Why??” but I didn’t think that would be the most appropriate response.  Then I didn’t want to ask her about work because who am I to assume someone with four kids holds a job outside the home?  I do want to know how it is to have four kids, because I doubt it’s a lifestyle I’ll ever choose.  How does a person who is intelligent and nice ever get sucked up into living a life that’s solely someone else’s?  I can never envision being a woman whose primary interests are her children’s.  Does that make me self-centered?  Or merely unfit to ever be a parent, haha.  I can’t really see myself with kids, but I also can see myself regretting not having them.  I started thinking about that today, but then I thought to myself, “Wait 15 years before making these serious decisions” - because I do have plenty of time.

Going along with that, today in the morning my boss D. was drilling me about my future.  She kept asking me questions, like what do I see myself doing, where do I want to live, where do I see myself in 10 years, what kind of business would I want to own, do I see myself as married?  I don’t know. Which is ironic, considering I spend a pretty hefty percentage of my free time browsing future careers and places to live.  I still am not even close to having answers to those questions.

I’ve just been too tired out to write, lately.  I shouldn’t even be writing now, I should be sleeping.  I have to be out and about by 9 again tomorrow morning - I get the last HPV shot before work, fun stuff.

Hmm other news … my coworker B. went skydiving and now wants to go spelunking and do I want to come?  Um, yes.  I’m a lot more interested in caves than throwing myself headlong out of an airplane.

My friends and I are going camping at the dunes the weekend after this weekend.  We had a “planning” meeting on Monday.

Ah, this weekend.  The big 4th of July.  The continuing holidays are proving my point that there are too many, yes?  (Note also: My mom’s birthday was on June 29 - Sunday I think.  I count bdays as holidays.)  I am just generally a holiday scrooge.  But really, who needs an occasion to have a good time?  My place of work has a huge 4th of July celebration apparently, and I’m only working 10-2.  Then I’m coming back in the evening with my parents, D., and aunt.  So that should be fun - I’ve been told it’s the best fireworks ever by some.  That’s a lot to live up to.  We got $15 a pop tickets for free, so why not?

My Gram’s coming on Monday!  I don’t know how long she’s staying, but I haven’t seen her in over a semester and miss her a ton.  She’s about 78 now, isn’t that insane?  I can’t even fathom having been born in 1930.  Anyway, I just hope I don’t have to work a whole lot while she’s here because I do want to have time to hang out with her.

D. bought tickets for the Thursday late show of the new Batman movie without consulting me.  I was mad for awhile but now I’m basically over it.  He did reiterate that I don’t have to go if I don’t want to.  But still, I just wish he would have checked … Friday would have been more convenient.  Unless I have to work at a wedding on Saturday, so maybe it will work out for the best.  But we really have been having fun the last few days - just hanging out and watching a bunch of netflix.

Later this summer, in August, we’re going to see DMB.  I’m super-pumped already.

This new artist Adele is great.  I love her song Tired.

I’m thinking seriously about launching a new blog :).

Sorry for all the randomness.  The next post will have a (sort of) point, I promise.  Sleep time for me.  Hugs!

Em

Thursday

I can’t believe it’s already Thursday.  Although I guess since I don’t get a weekend because of work, it’s not really a cause for celebration.

I am just so tired.  Working a lot and hard, worrying about my purpose in life and future career, and on-and-off fighting with D. is bringing me down.  I just want the world to leave me alone for awhile so I can just relax and regroup, but by the looks of my schedule that isn’t going to happen.  Any one of those things would be enough to cause anyone a significant amount of stress, but together I am getting pretty worn down.

Thankfully, I am resilient and would prefer to be slightly stressed than bored.  I usually bounce back quickly - I feel things strongly but not necessarily for a long time.

Tomorrow I’m working from 10-10, Saturday from about 8 to 4, and Sunday from 8 to 6.  That’s a pretty ridiculous weekend.  I wonder if I’m going to have over 40 hours this week.  I’ve worked every day but Tuesday, and have a lot to do every day.  It’s good that I’m not bored, but it’s really draining.  Today I moved boxes of stock around the dry goods room, freezer, and cooler, loaded up some beer, did dishes in the 90 degree kitchen for a couple hours, and then folded napkins.  That’s a really busy day.  Yesterday I was in the office all day, but I was still working hard (just not as much physically).

Plus I’ve played tennis each of the last 3 days.  So I haven’t really had much time to myself.

Yesterday I picked up a couple books about careers/life paths - What Color is Your Parachute and How’d You Get That Gig? or something.  The first is a practical manual type of thing, but it’s really popular - I kind of wish it was arranged with the section about figuring out what you want to do before the part about how to find a job - alas.

I think the fighting with D. is brought out because I have been really tired for a few days, so I have less tact and pick at him for small things.  Things he does irritate me when they normally wouldn’t.  Ironically, when I’m without energy I can’t find the reserves to be nice to the ones I love the most.  I can only find the patience to be fake-nice to those I barely or don’t know.

Sometimes it is frustrating, though.  Today I came in and announced, “I’m completely exhausted” and my mom was like, “That’s good!”.  And then proceeded to tell me some story about the son of a friend of hers from high school.  That wasn’t really the reaction or support I was going for - at all.  It’s not like I only want to talk about myself, but that didn’t seem like a very understanding answer.  When she suggests her random career choices for me sometimes, I kind of doubt how well she knows me.  A lot of people have trouble with their mothers throughout high school, but during high school our relationship was pretty clear.  I was the good girl and I told her everything.  Even in the beginning of college, I’d fill her in on my myriad boy-drama, how everything in my life was going, and what I’d been up to with friends.  It’s not like we don’t do that now, but we’ve both changed.  She’s become busier (and sometimes I think more self-absorbed), and I don’t really know with what exactly.  And I’m busy too, and I’m more likely to share things with my close friends instead.  Because of reactions like tonight’s, where I don’t feel or see that she cares much that I just want to vent.

Ok, enough ranting.  I’m sure everything will improve when I finally get some time for myself.  Tonight I’m hoping to just hang out, read, maybe watch the So You Think You Can Dance vote-off show.  D. might want to do something, but I’m worried that we’re both just in bad places individually right now and our collective mood won’t be so great.

Sorry for the downer entry…

Em

Saturday

I realized today that I’m no longer inspired by my clothes or my closet.  Dressing is a chore, and that’s not how it should be.  Fashion should be fun and right now it’s not.  So tomorrow I am working on clearing out my closet.  Because then I can go shopping and buy me some inspiration :).

Tonight I went to this big festival thing with three of my friends.  It was really nice to get out of the house and be out and about in the community.  It was really good to catch up with them and just hang out and talk.  I’ve missed interacting with friends.  Also, the fireworks were good.  Even though I’m not usually a huge fan, I like how the sound shakes you to your core, especially at the finale.  And there were these cool ones that looked kind of like palm trees.  I ran into some people I know, including someone from way back and a bunch of people from high school.  That was fun too.

Now D. and I are going to go on a walk.  It’s super-nice out tonight so I’m excited.  Then tomorrow is lovely Sunday, and I hope to work on my closet and do a vision board with my mom.

Today I just hung out.  My mom and I watched Paris, Je T’aime.  I read Eat Pray Love, watched some tv shows about prom (I miss it!), and browsed the internet.  It was really good to just relax alone in the house by myself for awhile.

Overall a good day, and hopefully another tomorrow :).  I love summer.

Em

Friday

It feels like there are a bunch of little people doing jumping jacks in my stomach.  It’s not comfy.  And the last thing I ate (quite a few hours ago) was some cereal.  Oh, and a little chocolate.  But seriously.  I can eat a hamburger after being vegetarian for five years and be completely fine, but cereal makes me clutch my stomach?  This is just ridiculous.

Anyway, D. and I talked about our issues on the phone earlier (after I had talked to both I. online last night and S. today on the phone about it … I love my friends).  We talked about two of our main recurring problems and we came up with some proposed solutions to them.  So hopefully we will both work on holding up our parts of the bargain and things will improve.

It’s not like there are big problems.  But even little problems need to be solved.

I have been thinking a lot lately.  I want to work on really discovering who I am, what I like, and what I want.  This is something that’s hard for an indecisive, scattered person like myself (oooh, shiny object!), but I am trying to figure myself out without judgment and with true honesty.  A lot of times I fast forward to worrying about careers when I haven’t even figured out what it is I like to do or what I’m good at.  It’s putting the cart before the horse.

Three things I know about me - I like to create, I like to help people better themselves, and I like to sell things.  But I need to become more specific and more detailed.

Along with this self-discovery, I’ve learned I definitely want to travel more.  Instead of overanalyzing where I want to go and why, I am going to work on trusting my intuition.  (On everything, not just in travel.)  I have always wanted to go to Australia, so when I get the opportunity I will take it.  Or I will make the opportunity at some point in my life - nothing is ever just handed to you.

The book Eat Pray Love has been inspiring me, even though I’m only a little way through it.  That book I was talking about yesterday, about designing your self, has also been helping.  It talks about simplifying your space - have few but very nice things.  I agree with that in principle but I definitely don’t live by it - my overstuffed room is an example.

I need to work on figuring out what I want out of life, not just what I think I want, or what I should want.  My mom’s friend’s friend does this thing where you cut out pictures from magazines and make a big poster out of them.  The ones you select and how you arrange them tell you something about your life.  I think that’s a very interesting concept and I kind of want to try it.

Aside from all of this thinking about my life, my evening was pretty uneventful.  I talked on the phone for awhile, then finished watching Jumper (not a good movie), and then went and hung out with D.  We watched Flight of the Conchords (sooo hilarious) and just chilled.  Now I’m back home since my stomach was giving me so much trouble and I’m really sleepy.  Tomorrow I work from 3:30-10ish.  I kind of wish I had the day off (it is Saturday), but seeing as I had 2 days off during the week I’m ok with it.

Sleep time for me!

Em

Thursday

Today during work I got into a fight-ish with D. online (classy, I know, especially since I get paid by the hour).  So then I was already set up for a weird mood to occur.  Then after work I went to Borders to clear my head and to hopefully pick up some books about, you guessed it, life.

Yes, I am a big proponent of the self-improvement section.  Books on navigating your way through your 20s particularly pique my interest.  So today I was trying to find books to help me figure out possible career paths, etc.  I didn’t find anything that I wanted to buy, but this book called Design Your Self or something like that was pretty good.

Regardless, I spent about an hour and a half there, and I went on quite a mini-journey through self-help, travel, literature, chick-lit, and business.  I forget if I hit any other sections, but I picked up a lot of interesting books and decided I want to at least try to read Eat Pray Love. I’m not usually much one for the praying, but as long as its not preaching Christianity or something I should be ok.

While I was there I got into an off mood - I felt sort of like I wanted to cry and didn’t know why.  I think because I realized that there is no book that can tell me what I reallly want to know - how to best navigate my life’s journey.  That’s something I’m going to have to do by myself.

For me, right now, that journey includes trying to embrace the fact that I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life.  One day it’s producing, the next it’s consulting, the next it’s counseling, the next it’s starting a business.  Another thing that concerns me is my quest to find a true passion, both for its own sake and out of the hope it will guide me towards a career.  I wish I had more of an ability to see anything through.  I am full of ideas but lacking in follow-through.  I may say I want to write a book, and it may even get started, but it’s doubtful it will get finished.  Because I will get bored before I get through penning the fourth chapter.  And I don’t really know what to do about that problem of mine, except acknowledge it and try to have more focus and drive.  I am very whimsical, one second seeing myself spending a year in London, the next a happy family woman in the ‘burbs, the next jetting off to L.A. the second I graduate.  I feel like I’m waiting for my life to start, so much of the time, yet I know that my youth is going to fly by and I’m going to regret not appreciating it more now when I’m older.  But I don’t know what to do about that … I guess just recognize and own the stage of life that I’m in right now.  Because really, the present is all that we have.  The past is gone and the future is yet to come.  I think that to decide what my goals are, I need to sit down and be truly honest with myself, without overly glamourizing anything.  I need to look at my true strengths and weaknesses and allow myself to just feel the way I feel about things.  If I am more truthful with myself throughout my daily activities and life path, I will be able to more easily distinguish my likes and dislikes.  I need to keep an open mind and not get too hung up over anything, and if I feel like I “should” like it or not.

Enough philosophy for one night.

Em

Wednesday

Aka I’m always going to have some kind of job.  Because otherwise I go slightly crazy.  I can’t motivate myself to do anything unless I have something on the schedule to do.

Like today, for instance.  Another surprise day-off from my boss, who had to go home again.  Which means I’ve worked one day out of the last 3.  I am working on Saturday, though.  Which is bad because D. is off work then and it’s eating up part of my weekend, but good because it’ll be a wedding, I’ll be making slightly more money than usual, and some of these lost hours will be made up.

When I’m at work, I can’t wait to get home, but when I’m at home for too long, I get too antsy.  The grass is always greener, yes?

My day today has consisted of waking up at 12 (very nice), reading a little, stressing about my future (and how with my undergrad business education at a liberal-artsy college I’m not going to be able to land one of those swanky consulting jobs, probably - not so nice), browsing the internet (a little boring but ok), and now likely watching tv.  I haven’t put in my contacts, put on makeup, or even put on an outfit I would wear other than to play sports.

Tonight my agenda consists of an hour and a half of tennis class and watching So You Think You Can Dance with D. and whoever else happens to be around.  And probably watching Adaptation.  Aren’t you jealous of my life and my netflix habit?

Speaking of netflix habit, last night I was watching Flight of the Conchords and it was hilarious.  Good news - apparently the show is going into its 2nd season in the fall (aka it hasn’t been cancelled).

Ok, I’m off to stuff my face and watch the big picture box.  Maybe I’ll do the Body by Glamour workout later?

Em

Tuesday

So I realized today that I am content.  I may not have the glamorous life I dream that I want, but I am pretty happy.  Definitely more happy than last semester, in the city living with the 3 bitches.  Or the semester before with my frustration with school - unappealing classes and stagnating friendships were both things I can only hope will improve next year.

This summer, I have a 30-35 hour a week job that is with people I like and that pays pretty well.  I generally am busy all day, which is good for me.  And it is only stressful enough that I never get bored.  While I originally thought it would be different and initially had some irritations with my tasks, now I realize that I will be doing a really wide variety of things.  And I’m good with that, because the more you can learn, the better off you are.

Aside from my job, I’m also getting more involved with being athletic.  I’m taking a tennis class that meets twice a week and I’m occasionally playing frisbee and running.

I’m also getting to hang out with my boyfriend all the time, which is a rare thing for us.  I’m also getting to spend time with my immediate and extended family.  And I got to go to Europe, which is pretty cool too.

And I have some time just for me.  Although sometimes I want to have more, having less time to myself makes me value alone time even more.  Time by myself allows me to blog, read, sit outside, run, go through old photos, watch tv, listen to music, surf the web … basically do whatever helps me relax.  And that’s always nice.

While I wish I was more involved with my friendships and got to party more, I have not completely stagnated.  I am meeting some people through work, tennis, and frisbee.  And even if new people I meet never turn into good friends, at least we can have fun for the time being.  And parties … I’m sure I’ll go to plenty when I get back to school, if my friends are anything like they were when I left :-p.

Basically, my summer is super-chill - but isn’t that how summer is supposed to be?

Em