Changes

I don't handle change well.  Even when it's good change there is a certain period of adjustment.  I am a creature of habit and like to have a semi-predictable schedule.  There have been a lot of changes in my life recently that I feel the need to catch everyone up on.

Firstly:  Book Girl has a boyfriend.  It's not that I hadn't tried, and I met some very nice people who were by all appearances perfect for me.  But, as some of you know, since my divorce the idea of a relationship is something that would strike fear into my heart and cause me to run in the other direction.  However, last May I met someone that didn't make me want to run.  It's partly the timing.  I think that I was finally ready to begin healing and moving on.  But it's also him.  He didn't push me to move faster than I was willing to go and is quite literally the absolute sweetest man I have ever met.

Secondly:  Book Girl now has a BA in English Literature.  Yeah, that's right.  I graduated in December, after much hard work, and have decided to take a break from school for now.  Sitting in class with all those 18-21 year olds made me feel old!

Thirdly:  Book Girl now has a full-time job.  I have student loans to pay back, the rent is due, someone has to buy the cat food, and there are books to be purchased and read.  The company for which I was already working hired me full-time as a pharmacy technician.  

What does this mean for you? I have discovered that the second and third changes mean that I have a lot more free time than I did previously.  Working 40 hours a week is nothing compared to working part-time and going to school full-time!  However, the boyfriend is taking up a lot of that new found time.  I am slowly settling into a schedule of working, reading, writing, blogging and cuddling. Almost every Saturday is going to be a no internet, no phone, no television day.  These days will be set aside primarily for reading, writing and getting things done around the house, ie: laundry and bathroom cleaning.  So, things should be picking up around here and falling into a somewhat more predictable schedule.

Mid-terms

I've been having a bad couple of weeks. I'm sorry for the lack of postings, I have a bunch of reviews that I need to write up and I promise to do that soon. I had my last midterm today, so the semester is officially half over. My apartment is trashed. I know that's something that people say without meaning it, but it's true. There's something funky growing in the bathtub, I had to wash dishes because the kitchen was starting to smell funny, and I couldn't find any clean socks today. I can't see the kitchen table (which I use like a desk) because there is a whole mountain range of clutter on it (from my seat on the couch I can see bills, junk mail, catalogs, books, a bag of cookies, a sweatshirt or maybe two, two boxes of kleenex, a bag of rice that needs to go in the pantry and my purse). Oh, and Sims 3 Late Night was released yesterday so I didn't even study for my midterm today. Scarily I still think that I did all right. So, I hope to get all of this mess cleaned up and be back to regular posting again soon.

Monday

Mondays are cruel. I dread Mondays, and not only because I have an 8:30am French class. I have that same class on Wednesday and Friday and I don't dread them nearly as much as I do Monday. I've tried to figure out why I hate Mondays so terribly. Is it because I work all weekend and am then extra tired on Monday? Is it because I try to cram too much into my "extra" time after work on the weekend? No, I have decided that, like Garfield, Mondays are just out to get me.





Take today for instance, this morning when leaving my apartment I fell. I'm not talking a little stumble here, no. I'm sure it was hilarious to watch and I would not have blamed anyone for laughing. Somehow I half stepped off of the paved path and turned my weak ankle. This led to a drunken looking stagger sideways across the path. It is there that I fell, arms windmilling, into the mud. (Only my pride was seriously wounded, although I did scrape my left palm and right elbow.) Then, in my English class I choked. I wasn't eating, I wasn't drinking. I just choked on my own spit. This caused me to cough loudly and repeatedly and when I tried to stifle the coughing I looked and sounded like a cat getting ready to bring up a hairball. My soda wasn't helping to soothe the coughing so I decided to get up and go into the hall and find a water fountain. Of course, I was sitting in the back corner of the classroom the farthest from the door. Needless to say, my trip out of the classroom disrupted the entire class, all eyes were on me as I managed to escape into the hall.

So now, after the worlds worst Monday I am going to hibernate in bed with a book, and I'm not coming out until it's not Monday anymore!