This Blog Should Really Be Titled: How To Live With Cool People

No, seriously. 

I, am, for once in my life, surrounded by cool people.

I am living with them, in fact.

That being said...so far, I really like my roommates. And I really like work.

(Minus an arrogant pretty boy who makes me feel stooooppidd. He does. But I'm trying not to let him.)

I've been working 8 hour days. Remember when I was complaining about 4 hour ones?

What a wimp I was. 

Also, NEW DEVELOPMENT(s)

1. My brother moved into the dorms. For those of you who don't know, K is going to school at my alma mater (which is also where I live currently).

2. My BFF and I are having issues. Does this happen? I know people have issues with their BFs but BFFs? Really? 

Teee Geee Eyyyee Effff!

No, seriously.

It's Friday.

T's visiting this weekend and I just put his favorite--tamale pie--in the oven. When I got off work, I ran to Target and I bought Mike's Hard Lemonade to celebrate (my first time buying alcohol at a store, no joke).


Man, Friday hasn't felt this good since, well, high school. Remember when we went to school for like hours and hours, back to back? Yeah, I haven't had this feeling since high school.


And guess what!? I got a promotion, or as much of a promotion as a temp could get, I suppose.

They want me to work more hours! Ca-ching!

Just Call Me Anne Hathaway

"I used to worry too much, take myself too seriously. I had to learn that perfectionism slows everything down. All it does is keep you motivated by fear." -Anne Hathaway

For some reason, I love this quote. I think it may have to do with the fact that Anne Hathaway and moi share a few similarities. We both admit to being perfectionistic at times and we both admit that we worry a little to much. My anxiety level, as well as my desire for perfection, is something that I grapple with everyday. After a quarter or so of counseling sessions last year at school, I've learned how to better deal with both. But I'm still dealing and I'm sure you'll see more of my battle to overcome it. Stick around long enough and you'll see what I mean.



Oh and speaking of Miss Hathaway, I had a Devil Wears Prada moment today. I had to pick up a sandwich for my boss. Just like Anne's character, I ran around town looking for the silly sandwich place( which was extremely hidden between a court building and an old opera house). And apparently my boss has "Miranda Presely" status, because as soon as I uttered his name the sandwich was in my hands.

Hello? I didn't know that this happened outside books and movies.

Also, I forgot to mention that the people I am working for are worth millions of dollars. Cool, yes. Intimidating, slightly.

You're Gonna Make it After All

So, I may have had a crazy day that began with:

"You need to step up your phone skills" (via swanky temp job that sort of intimidates me)

and ended with:

"I don't want to do my homework or eat dinner or do anything you say" (via babysitting)

And 10 hours later I was home.

Wheww.



My Mom keeps telling me that I remind her of the theme from Mary Tyler Moore.

And I have to agree somewhat. I may not throw my hat in Time Square or live in NY, but despite all this chaos and confusion, you know what?

I am going to make it after all.

Self Soothing Via Listing

Hello, all.

I'm currently in minor crisis mode and I really have no clue why.

Okay, I have a few ideas why.

1. I'm tired. Doesn't everything seem ten times worse when you are either tired or on your period? If both happen, god forbid, you've got yourself a situ-ation, right there.

Luckily, I'm only tired. Reason being: I'm relearning how to survive in the workplace and it dragging all of the life out of me. Apparently, I'm a light weight if I feel this way after a temp job.

2. I am tired.

3. I am tired.

4. Why did writing this post seem like a good idea at the time? I think I'll get sidetracked and peruse claw foot bathtubs again.

Loving this one:

Playing this Game Called Waiting

Okay, so you know how I said that the star's must have aligned when I moved into my new apartment?

I'm beginning to think that they might not have aligned all the way.

Reason being this:

Tandem parking is extremely unfortunate.

For those of you who don't know what that is, I'll explain. Basically, my apartment complex (which is lovely and some would even say luxurious) only gives each residence 2 parkings spots. These parking spots happen to be lined up behind each other. Meaning a car is parked directly behind a car. Meaning, unless you are the car on the outside, you can't get out.

Meaning, I have to wait for my roommate, J, to get home so we can move cars and so that I can get to work on time in the morning.

waiting, waiting, waiting....

But while on the subject of work:

Not only is my part time temp job going well (another post for another time) but I also got an interview at TARGET!!!

AN INTERVIEW?!

Yep.

Star realignment, anyone?

Reviewing "Shacking Up"

So it's no secret that I love the public library.

Free books?

I'm there.

The local public library happens to be in walking distance from my apartment, so I've already been there twice this week (one more reason that leads me to think that the star's aligned when I moved here).

And whilst there, I ran across a section in the Non Fic that stopped me in my tracks.

Apparently, there is a section about cohabiting and how to do it successfully.

Hello!? I need this book!

Unlike my love for the library, my dream of cohabiting with T is somewhat more secret. We've decided that next year we will consider taking the plunge--i.e sharing a lease.

Opting for the bubblegummy cover over the boring Idiot's Guide to Cohabiting (I kid not), I decided on Shacking Up: The Smart Girl's Guide to Living in Sin Without Getting Burned.





Doesn't that just sound more fun?

Sitting in my bathtub, soaking, I began reading this book. And I liked it. NOTHING was sugar coated. The Whitman Sisters discussed the whole statistic that I've heard in ALL my college psych classes: Cohabiting couples who marry risk a 50% divorce rate. But there is more to that statistic than meets the eye. 1. It is outdated and 2. It forgets to mention that cohabiting couples who have a plan (i.e marriage in a year) can actually have extremely successful marriages with low divorce reates. It's the cohab-couples who slid into marriage as a next resort or because they feel they should that are in trouble.

My favorite chapter was entitled "Breaking the News to Friends and Family." I definitely ear marked this section so I can review it a few times before the time comes.

My only major problemo with the book? Every person that was interviewed or referenced was 29+. What about us 22 year old gals, huh? I mean come on.


More musings and mumblings on cohabs later.