I love my boyfriend so much.
And not just because he looks super-hot when he wears that zip-up black sweatshirt to the gym.
Sometimes it's because he cracks up SO MUCH when he watches his favorite TV shows.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The Fortieth
Yesterday, I very slightly got off my duff and applied to two jobs. And today, one of them asked me for an interview. The job's at a casino, which is laughably out of my realm. My mother, in fact, did laugh.
The sheer fact that A ever plays poker for money ($10-$50 buy-ins, maybe once every three months) has my father very concerned about gambling addiction.
A's cousin, L, mentioned a few weeks ago that he had been totally shocked to meet a guy who had never been to Vegas. "Like, who hasn't been to Vegas?" As I said to L then, I haven't, and if I had never met A, I think it highly, HIGHLY likely that I never would have. And none o' my friends neither.
L was surprised, but he's already absorbed that I was a good student and that I don't really drink, so it wasn't entirely out of nowhere.
It's funny how norms are so different in different circles.
Also, this morning I had bought groceries on my way back from bootcamp, so I sort of banged open the apartment door, forced all the bags and myself inside, then dumped it all on the armchair and closed the door. A couple minutes later, I was telling A something or other about bootcamp when I heard a vehement scratching/whomping at the door.
I realized immediately that the cat had squirted out the door (something she's managed to do a few times before).
A said I'm going to be a bad mother if I keep locking my kids outside.
The sheer fact that A ever plays poker for money ($10-$50 buy-ins, maybe once every three months) has my father very concerned about gambling addiction.
A's cousin, L, mentioned a few weeks ago that he had been totally shocked to meet a guy who had never been to Vegas. "Like, who hasn't been to Vegas?" As I said to L then, I haven't, and if I had never met A, I think it highly, HIGHLY likely that I never would have. And none o' my friends neither.
L was surprised, but he's already absorbed that I was a good student and that I don't really drink, so it wasn't entirely out of nowhere.
It's funny how norms are so different in different circles.
Also, this morning I had bought groceries on my way back from bootcamp, so I sort of banged open the apartment door, forced all the bags and myself inside, then dumped it all on the armchair and closed the door. A couple minutes later, I was telling A something or other about bootcamp when I heard a vehement scratching/whomping at the door.
I realized immediately that the cat had squirted out the door (something she's managed to do a few times before).
A said I'm going to be a bad mother if I keep locking my kids outside.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The Thirty-Ninth
What a spectacular photographic achievement. Someone took this while that man was falling after he jumped out of the World Trade Center. So perfectly aligned, so still, with those colors and those proportions while that guy was falling in the midst of mass chaos. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How do you DO that? How do you react that fast?
I've been spending my days for the last week (week and a half?) basically doing nothing except for bootcamp and enjoying my glowy-happy life with A and our kitty. Considering that I'm about to run out of money and am still unemployed, it's absolutely inexcusable.
Which is why I haven't told anybody but you.
I've been claiming that I'm applying for jobs (which I've been doing for months without any response from any employer at all, even for positions for which I'm way overqualified) and studying for the CBEST before I study for the GRE (I made a study schedule that was overly ambitious and immediately derailed).
Instead, I'm reading endless analyses of Mad Men (it is SO good, and there is SO much to think about) and finding painfully amazing photographs on reddit.
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