I am finally done! Unless I seriously overestimated my success on that molecular biology test, I believe I passed and am officially finished with "college."
Wow. Definitely an adult now, huh? No more excuses because I'm young and stupid.. from this point on, I'll just be stupid, which isn't nearly so endearing.
Anyway - we went and ordered a cake today!
http://www.mcarthurs.com/wc203.asp
No flowers on top, but that's the one... pretty, huh? It's traditional, and pretty, but not too frilly. And chocolate... mm.. yes. My dress may be about all the frilly this wedding can handle. Actually, I know it's about all the frilly that I can handle. I love it, really, though I perpetually make fun of myself for it. Not going to post a picture on the off chance that Fiancé finds this page - I don't care if he reads but he doesn't want to know what the dress looks like, and the temptation might be too much. lol
Sent the contract to the realtor... anyone reading, please cross your fingers or say a prayer for us! I'm not picky... any well-wishes will do. I'm trying not to get so excited about The House (as I think of it.) If we didn't get it, I'd be too upset if I'd already considered how lovely my teapots will look in the corner cabinet in the kitchen, or how nicely a vegetable garden would fit in the back corner of the yard. For example.
I'm at a loss. It's been so long since I didn't have homework or studying to do that I don't exactly know what to do with myself now. I think I'll maybe spend the rest of the afternoon with tea and Harry Potter.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
I have no sense for measurement, thanks for asking
This morning I very carefully poured water into my coffeepot to the 2-cup line. I am trying to cut down on the liquid crack. Unfortunately (fortunately? hm...) my ability to measure is pretty deficient, so I ended up with four cups. Yes, you did read that right. The worst part is that I was damn sure I poured two cups of water in the machine. And last time I ran it, it went the full time - so I don't believe there was any water still in the reservoir.
This is a long-standing affliction of mine. On more than one occasion, my fiancé has looked at me incredulously, hearing me say confidently, "Oh, it's about ten yards away..." and then carefully pointed out that it is, in fact, closer to ten feet. Ahem. I once mis-estimated that a 10-lb weight weighed "about a pound." Though I did warn my 6th-grade science teacher when he asked me to guess that I wouldn't be anywhere close.
It's a little weird, really. I can estimate the center of gravity for nearly any object, and I can tell immediately if two things are parallel or slightly askew - but when it comes to any kind of real measurement, I'm impaired.
Oh, well. More coffee for me - I couldn't let it go to waste, could I?
Still no contract from the realtor... despite my having been told twice yesterday (once at 11:20 and once at 2:30, thank you) that I would have it within two hours. I'm a bit irritated, but to be honest am getting weary of the whole process and no longer care. Either we'll get it, sign it, and buy a house... or we won't. To be honest, I'm feeling a little vindicated because my friends and family, seeing this process, finally realize that I was not exaggerating when I complained about Realtor's absentmindedness.
Anyway. I have a molecular biology test tomorrow; I should maybe study for it. Graduation is so close I can smell it - well, figuratively. To be honest, our graduation is being held in the gym, so I don't really want to smell it.
This is a long-standing affliction of mine. On more than one occasion, my fiancé has looked at me incredulously, hearing me say confidently, "Oh, it's about ten yards away..." and then carefully pointed out that it is, in fact, closer to ten feet. Ahem. I once mis-estimated that a 10-lb weight weighed "about a pound." Though I did warn my 6th-grade science teacher when he asked me to guess that I wouldn't be anywhere close.
It's a little weird, really. I can estimate the center of gravity for nearly any object, and I can tell immediately if two things are parallel or slightly askew - but when it comes to any kind of real measurement, I'm impaired.
Oh, well. More coffee for me - I couldn't let it go to waste, could I?
Still no contract from the realtor... despite my having been told twice yesterday (once at 11:20 and once at 2:30, thank you) that I would have it within two hours. I'm a bit irritated, but to be honest am getting weary of the whole process and no longer care. Either we'll get it, sign it, and buy a house... or we won't. To be honest, I'm feeling a little vindicated because my friends and family, seeing this process, finally realize that I was not exaggerating when I complained about Realtor's absentmindedness.
Anyway. I have a molecular biology test tomorrow; I should maybe study for it. Graduation is so close I can smell it - well, figuratively. To be honest, our graduation is being held in the gym, so I don't really want to smell it.
Monday, May 5, 2008
House developments
To the astonishment of the majority of my twenty-something friends, we are going to buy a house.
Even though that's something "grown-ups" do.
Because although it may seem completely counter-intuitive, we are, in fact, grown-ups. I am still not entirely sure when I made the switch. Last I knew, I was sixteen, pathologically stupid, barefoot, and convinced that I still had decades to think about what I would be "when I grew up." Except, of course, that I woke up this morning realizing that at the end of this summer I will be by any standard an Adult.
By August, I will be married. The big commitment that according to the laws of this fine nation only Grown-Ups are allowed to make. According to several of my friends, this will mark the end of my independent life, and I will no longer be allowed to go out with them in the evenings. I wasn't aware of that rule. Luckily, I don't think that the fiancé is aware of it, either.
By August, I will own a house. That house will cost more money than I have made in my entire working life. This is a sobering realization, to say the least.
So we are in the midst of this collaborative effort to buy a house. Between my parents and grandparents, his parents, and us (not to mention the realtor and mortgage broker, who happens to be his aunt) we have quite a crowd of opinions, prejudices, and hardheaded fools. (The hardheaded fools are mostly on my side; I'm afraid it's a genetic trait. Poor Fiancé hasn't yet realized exactly what that means for the 10+ years of his life when he will be trying to raise our teenagers). The whole endeavor has been frustrating and exciting - frustrating because it's hard to find something that everyone agrees about ("No, I don't like that kind of basement," leads to, "Well, are you sure you don't want a garage?" and on, and on...) and we're balancing a fine line between caring about the valuable experience they have to offer and not caring at all about the biases that they have because of their own prior experiences. The exciting is the buying a house bit. A place where we can come home and be by ourselves. A place where I can have a garden. A place for bookshelves, comfy chairs and homemade bread. And that part makes it all worth it.
Even though that's something "grown-ups" do.
Because although it may seem completely counter-intuitive, we are, in fact, grown-ups. I am still not entirely sure when I made the switch. Last I knew, I was sixteen, pathologically stupid, barefoot, and convinced that I still had decades to think about what I would be "when I grew up." Except, of course, that I woke up this morning realizing that at the end of this summer I will be by any standard an Adult.
By August, I will be married. The big commitment that according to the laws of this fine nation only Grown-Ups are allowed to make. According to several of my friends, this will mark the end of my independent life, and I will no longer be allowed to go out with them in the evenings. I wasn't aware of that rule. Luckily, I don't think that the fiancé is aware of it, either.
By August, I will own a house. That house will cost more money than I have made in my entire working life. This is a sobering realization, to say the least.
So we are in the midst of this collaborative effort to buy a house. Between my parents and grandparents, his parents, and us (not to mention the realtor and mortgage broker, who happens to be his aunt) we have quite a crowd of opinions, prejudices, and hardheaded fools. (The hardheaded fools are mostly on my side; I'm afraid it's a genetic trait. Poor Fiancé hasn't yet realized exactly what that means for the 10+ years of his life when he will be trying to raise our teenagers). The whole endeavor has been frustrating and exciting - frustrating because it's hard to find something that everyone agrees about ("No, I don't like that kind of basement," leads to, "Well, are you sure you don't want a garage?" and on, and on...) and we're balancing a fine line between caring about the valuable experience they have to offer and not caring at all about the biases that they have because of their own prior experiences. The exciting is the buying a house bit. A place where we can come home and be by ourselves. A place where I can have a garden. A place for bookshelves, comfy chairs and homemade bread. And that part makes it all worth it.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
may day
Well, it is officially midnight, May 1st, 2008 - May Day. I guess it's as good a time as any to start a new venture.
By way of introduction, I'm 22, and I live in Missouri. I am a week and two days away from graduating college with a biology degree, and senioritis is hitting me hard. When I was a senior in high school, senioritis lurked, and slowly crept up on me in tiny little steps. This year, it swooped in wearing a Dolly Parton wig and sparkly green eyeshadow, and has been cheerfully smacking me over the head with its purse ever since.
I'm headed to Ohio for medical school in the fall, which will begin exactly a week and two days after I marry my fiancé. I said all my life that I would never have an August wedding in Missouri - if I listen closely, I can hear God laughing.
Mini-trivia: Did you know that the phrase "mayday" actually comes from the French "m'aidez"? It means "Help me." Not the most auspicious beginning, now that I think of it. More laughter from above...
By way of introduction, I'm 22, and I live in Missouri. I am a week and two days away from graduating college with a biology degree, and senioritis is hitting me hard. When I was a senior in high school, senioritis lurked, and slowly crept up on me in tiny little steps. This year, it swooped in wearing a Dolly Parton wig and sparkly green eyeshadow, and has been cheerfully smacking me over the head with its purse ever since.
I'm headed to Ohio for medical school in the fall, which will begin exactly a week and two days after I marry my fiancé. I said all my life that I would never have an August wedding in Missouri - if I listen closely, I can hear God laughing.
Mini-trivia: Did you know that the phrase "mayday" actually comes from the French "m'aidez"? It means "Help me." Not the most auspicious beginning, now that I think of it. More laughter from above...
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