Happy Birthday to Me...

I don't get somber on this blog very much; in fact, I can only remember doing it one time before, when I finished high school. Generally I'm a pretty upbeat person- at least when I'm not whining about customers or the eighteen freaking tests I have to take this freaking semester. Except then.

But I'm feeling somber now. One of my best friends left today. We were very close, and while it's totally different than my friendships with people I've known my entire life like Mary, I loved her and her friendship just as much.

I was fifteen years old when I met her. We went though high school, "graduation", jobs, the first part of college, falling in love, my mom's illness, and her engagement together. I was going to be her maid of honor. The day my mom found out she had cancer again, she was the only friend I wanted to see- I knew she'd be supportive and understanding.

I'll be twenty years old tomorrow. She'll be starting boot camp and probably facing deployment to Iraq within eight months. Part of me is excited for her embarking on this new opportunity, but a huge part of me is scared out of my mind because she's decided to diffuse bombs during a war. I should be patriotic and support the troops. I just don't like it when I know a troop.

But more than being scared for her, most of all I'll really miss her.


{End Somber Part, Begin Normal Shallow Part}

So, I cleaned up today in terms of presents. Gift cards from Kate and Steve, and a fantastic books about my favorite Teacher-Lacking-Testicles. Complete with a hand-drawn illustration and note that makes it easily one of the best presents I've ever gotten, even if no one would understand it.

:)

Slightly somber, but not as bad as war, the computer de famille is completely dead. Apparently you're supposed dust the venty thingies on the side? To prevent dust build-up? That will burn the mother board into oblivion? Causing it to die?

Who knew?

Okay, now I suppose it says something like that in the instruction manuel, but if something as simple as dust can cause MAJOR SHUTTING DOWN Y'ALL OMG, I think it should be in bold print. At least.

So it is back to Best Buy we go. They know us there now.


It is finally cold. And I can wear a sweatshirt. And Starbucks had pumpkin spice lattes. *sighs* All is right with the world.

Finally, the metric assload of LOLCats that I've accumulated over the past week---

MOMMEE!!!

I am in ur printer...

HAHA Scholarly cat!!! *ahem*

Awww...

And, the funniest/cutest of them all.

He has a Ph.D. and a great ass. Let's not get bogged down by ethics here.

Spring semester is almost over. Had my last logic class. And I'm feeling appropriately sentimental.

Mostly because I was standing at work this weekend and I thought about where I was a year ago, and WOW, I should have just CALMED DOWN. I was so worried about getting a job, and what school would be like, and would the State Department hire me, and how to reconcile my attachment to art history with my "practical" goal of international relations.

I wish Now-Me could call Year-Ago Me and tell her that yes, she would get the job but it would be a good year before she actually enjoyed it, UWM would be fine and she will not, in fact, get lost, that she will change majors four times before finally settling on one that the State Department would not care about, and that art history at CUW was a completely unique experience and she should just accept that and move on. Also, she's still going to feel like a neurotic kid.

Because that would have made her feel better, I think. At least until she received an iPod for graduation and felt no pain for another three weeks.



Also making me feel sentimental is the fact that I was confirmed two years ago today. The Empress was confirmed this weekend , and was appropriately moved. Major party sacraments always make one feel nostalgic.

Had a lovely time at the actual ceremony, except for the missing kneeler part where I had to kneel on the cold floor in a skirt and wow, I would not have done well in the Middle Ages. But that's not really important.

The party was very much fun too. Had lots of champagne with the Empress, and felt a little bit woozy at work on Sunday, but not as much as I felt mad at those people who would arrive and order something complicated and force me to not yell "Would you wait one freaking minute? I am in the middle of Sic et Non!!! Dammit!" *sigh*




Teehee. Baby Mumble.

Not a whole lot else going on. I'm really over the First Amendment. I've always generally been in favor of it, but after writing out a 16-page study guide primarily consisting of constitutional law for a journalism class, frankly I'm beginning to think that it's more trouble than it's worth.



So this has been your update.