just a quick update for those who still get their life updates from this journal:
since the last post, i have graduated from iwu, gotten hired at chestnut health systems here in bloomington, and started dating the boy from salsa night. that's the basic rundown. my job is fantastic and fun, my coworkers are hilarous, and i get dental and paid time off! adam, aside from being a salsero, is remarkable. i've never been treated with so much affection or respect by a guy before. i never thought i'd date someone for whom i have so much affection and respect. i never knew it could feel this good to be in a relationship. i never thought i would date someone i was proud to introduce to my friends and family.
and we still salsa, every week.
so there's the brief synopsis of my life from february till now. graduation, job, luscious gentleman caller.
within the next week i'll be moving to a new apartment and mourning the loss of my old roommates while i grow accustomed to a new one and repine for the lovely little house that went on sale around the corner. life is good.
buenos dias, queridos!
i have had the most fantastic week. first of all, it kicked off last friday with birthday explosion of fun! which proved, yet again, that my friends are fantastic. people, i got a birthday pie! i LOVE pie! and i had lamb curry! LAMB curry! yum yum, yum. i also had snotty conservatives look down on me for being fun. what a day, what a day.
we figured out laura's new "grind 'n brew" coffee maker, and it's bad news. in that good kind of way. right now i'm riding a wave of deliciously fresh coffee so enormous that i would probably brew if placed in water. *twitch*
last night i had an Exciting Encounter that has most definately turned me back into a squealing girl. i blew off a bunch of work to go salsa dancing with my boss and her new roommate. i almost didn't go since i'm spastic on the dancefloor and felt guilty about putting off four creative writing poems that were due the next day, but i did it. and it turns out i'm a pretty fast learner once i loosen up, and confirms my suspicions that i should have been a weekday partier my whole life. and i met a guy! we danced for about an hour and now we have plans to meet up at the next salsa night. both my dream of becoming a competent latin dancer and my dream of having a steady dance partner to learn with seem to be coming true, hooray, hooray. i have a nagging suspicion that my attraction to him, combined with our effortless and fun interaction, is an indication that he might be gay (based only on my propensity to have normal relationships exclusively with gay men, and not any stereotypically "gay" behavior on his part). we shall see--and since i don't know his last name, where in town he lives, or his phone number, our plan to meet up next wednesday seems all the more exciting (minimal commitment--my favey!) and, frankly, i'm going to be cloud-hopping until then. yay for chance encounters!
today was the academic equivalent of last night's social explosion: my creative writing professor used my last poem as an example of creative/unique imagery and phrasing and one of the comments he wrote on it said that i have a strong talent for word selection and imagery. hooray! i wrote that poem the day after i had a major freakout about being boring and stupid and not creative. yay! then my independent study advisor, who gave me the lowest grade and most scathing comments i have ever received on a paper, told me she liked this paper i'm working on now so much it inspired her to start reading the books. and i might be in a special department-only conferenc-y thing in addition to the campus-wide one. i'm not going to flunk out of school! i'm not always an idiot! three cheers for effort actually paying off, three cheers indeed.
it's almost the weekend, y me siento faaantastico. solo espero que podria enfocarme en mis estudios y los quehaceres que tengo en vez de pensar en las noches de bailar que vienen...que tengan semanas tan bonitas como yo!
because, at 8:30 in the morning, i was already "late" to the library.
i'm here, supposedly, to rewrite a paper. not just any paper, mind you, but the foundation for my honors research. unfortunately, i'm tired of writing in spanish b/c i rewrote another paper yesterday...and oh, geeze, i just realized that i forgot the three novels i am writing about at home. hmm. so very cold outside. i guess it's time to add more secondary sources to this thing.
speaking of, i have a book that is a month and a half overdue. when i tried to renew it, through both our libray and the other school per the instructions on the book, everyone confusedly sent me somewhere else. so, perhaps erroneously, i blew off the whole thing because i needed the book. i sincerely hope i will not be forced to pay an absurd amount for a book i didn't even find particularly inticing.
i'm tempted to do a half-assed rewrite and call it a day. i have to work on it all next semester and half of this crap probably won't make it into the final cut anyway. i also have emailed my advisor repeatedly and received no response re: ppwk that has to be turned in by this friday. *sigh*
the most solidly good thing about this morning (apart from eating christmas cookies for breakfast, that is) is this fantastic honey lemon ginger tea i received as part of a fantastic secret santa gift. i'm having mild anxiety because the person i gifted to for the event, after thanking me last night, sent me an email this morning to read while "not under the influence of eggnog." while that was my drink of choice, it had only an approximate 1/2 shot of rum in it, and i would like to think that my naturally (and, perchance, annoyingly) enthusiastic party persona is not so annoying as to be easily confused with festive drunkenness. but now i also am wondering if perhaps i was drunk and didn't realize it or perhaps the 7 hours in the library previous to the fiesta may have weakened my mental faculties. in any event, it was a good shindig, and sometime soon i will be taking pills that render my boozehound days a thing of the past.
i think what i'm truly trying to say here, is that i will talk about anything to avoid sitting down and doing my work. also, i am profoundly itchy, and would really enjoy a significant other if for no other reason than i am too lazy to thoroughly lotion myself. i eagerly await returning to my parents' house to bask in the heavenly air enhanced by the humidifier. okay, now i'm getting alarmed. i'm so itchy i may have to go home just to find something to slather myself with.
on that note, i'm going to eat an orange and read the news while pretending i'm working on my senior sem. paper. happy tuesday to all :)
i'm going in for a psychiatric evaluation so i can see if medication makes any of this easier to handle.
last night i went to a party with my boss. i knew work people would be there, so instead of being something naughty/evil, i dressed in all pink with some sparkly little wings and was a fairy. i should have been something awesome, b/c those people have no boundaries. there was one devil-horned/black angel-winged/snake-eye-contact-wearing guy who was pretty cute, but how does one ligar, so to speak, at a semioffice party?
we ended up leaving early and renting a movie. my boss is awesome.
i took two "walquil daytime" pills to fight off a sinus-infection related headache/throbbing, and now i feel high. granted, i've never been high before (except on love, mwah) but i feel i've imbibed a large enough variety of alcholic beverages that somethign shoudl have preapred me for this (would you look at that? i can't even type--and i'm work! as a SPANISH TUTOR!)
i'm a little concerned. hopefully some of the wooblyness will dissipate soon. i'm having trouble focusing my eyes on anything for too long.
in the immortal words of my brother, (screaming) "am i talking loud? i don't feel drunk, but i think i might be talking a little loud. what did you put in this drink? am i talking loud?"
let me rephrase: if you are not on my friends list as of this posting, comment and i'll see about adding you. if you're on the list now, i've already decided you're harmless. hem.
this journal will henceforth be friends-only. if you'd like to read the occasional post i make, please comment to this entry and we shall see.
okay, balls, now it's tainted love in spanish ("falso amor"), and how am i supposed to concentrate with that and a few shots of espresso coursing through my veins?
no more updating! no more facebook! sleep or work, no third choice.
oh, HOLY CRAP! spanish cover of radiohead's creep! AHH! AHH! SO GOOD IT HURTS!
eres como un angel
en un mundo especial
quisiera ser bello
quisiera ser bello
pero no lo soy
soy un perro
que diablos hago aqui, donde no pertenezco
*general keening and wailing*
still. not. doing. my. work.
aND OH HELL! JARABE DE PALO! oh, pao, te amo, te amo, nos casaramos.
work might not get done tonight.
today was an improvement over yesterday, although i am more screwed than previously and also may have committed myself to my internship again without meaning to, even though it's what i want...ay. i was trying to make next semester at least a little less stressful, and now, not so much. ah, vell, asi pasan las cosas.
learned a few things today:
-one of the girls who comes to every tutor hour i ever have is so sweet--she actually calls in every single time she won't make an appointment. she also burned me a wilco cd awhile back, but i swear i demand no payment from my tutees.
-me talking a lot on the radio show=much more fun for me and more thematically appealing. today's theme, designed to fend off my impending nervous breakdown, was "things that are great." see: drive-in movies, bellybuttons, pie, the sign in the cvs pharmacy that says "family planning" above the condoms.
-likelihood of me surviving on a social service paycheck = *big fat raspberry*
-microwave peanut butter waffle biscuits are not so great. they may be fast, carby, and smell like heaven, but you just can't turn waffle mix into anything you want. and yet, i keep inventing these little gi bombs. why, why?
-the reason you drink beer and eat peanuts while watching baseball, as opposed to drinking a large soy latte and eating a microwave peanut butter waffle biscuit, is that beer mellows you out and peanuts settle all that booze in your stomach. there were points i almost barfed while watching the game tonight. barfed, i tell you.
-even though i don't really care about sports, a good damn catch is a good damn catch. also, having chicago have any kind of sports title these days is miraculous. we won the only four-game series in history! (sorry cubbies, you know they don't mean anything to me)
-somehow, random weirdos keep getting my sn. a little awhile ago un tal "youdontknowche" sent me "white sox baby" and nothing else in response to my away message. no response to questions re: identity. why, why? random pride member? ies person? crazy? somehow they always find me.
-i really need a back massage. if i roll my shoulders, lots of little things crackle in there.
-the new eic of jane bites.
-i am really, really, really excited about the pride masquerade ball/genderless date auction/raffle EXTRAVAGANZA. it will take place at 8:00pm on Nov. 11 in Hansen, only $5, free if you're a member, dress is semi-formal to formal (aka anywhere from tastful semi-nudity to tuxedos, yay pride), come ready to bid on the person of your dreams :) all are welcome, spread the word.
-i really do like updating when i have VERY MUCH IMPORTANT THING to do.
okay, no more. heading to do work. or sleep. i mean, meet today's productivity goals. mm.