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Thoughts.
The following post is jumbled thoughts:
I’m not sure if I’ve let the breath out yet.
I might still be holding it.
I’m nervous.
Lots of things are brewing at the moment, most of them troubling and a few bright and sunny.
There was an email. The storm warning. No response yet, and I’m trembling for fear of what will happen, but I’ve hunkered down with an escape plan, you know, in case something goes terribly wrong.
Which it will, because life is like that.
I finally get why people always use the storm metaphor to describe their emotions. It’s lame, and overdone, but totally applicable and legitimate. I am that storm at the moment. Laughing hysterically about something funny, being excited about life, terrified about money, stressed about my living situation.
I bought a home yoga DVD. Don’t judge me. I tried it last night. Basically I sort of just half paid attention to it, and I think I liked it. I’m looking quite forward to an empty apartment for the month of June. Seventeen days, baby, a few of which I will be in Colorado for. We’re going to be cleaning out my car today, maybe, getting everything organized to begin the packing. The packing. I’m going to try and bring home as many dishes as possible, in order to make sure that I get everything back. I’m hoping to not have to ship anything.
I keep focusing on that. Mike and I need to buckle down and get an apartment. That will be my Denver plan.
Finals are almost over. I turned in the wrong paper for one of my classes. Literally turned in a draft. She was not pleased. I was mortified. I turned in the right paper but don’t expect much of a grade boost.
Have a meeting with an internship advisor at 1pm this afternoon to see about figuring out summer. Pros and cons to the whole job/3rd minor thing….
Job:
-Pros: $
-Cons: is anyone going to hire me when I can only work for a month?
Stay for three classes:
-Pros: Self-fulfillment, three minors,
-Cons: Costs a ton.
So here’s what it’s looking like it might be: a split between the two of them. No money and no third minor. Take two classes, get a slight GPA boost, babysit extra hours hopefully and then move home.
The money thing is freaking me out. I’m going to get really good at navigating the loans system soon.
Mission for next week, post finals:
-clean
-pack, pack, pack!
-relax
-go to the beach
-babysit if I can
-breathe
Flashback: Fall in Wisconsin
I was digging through the tea box, rummaging for decaf tea, and I grabbed it. Apple Cinnamon. Herbal tea.
Flash.
We were at the Piggy-Wiggly in Krivitz, grocery shopping for the weekend. Eggs, milk, bacon, hot dogs, marshmallows, chocolate bars, the usual. I always need tea to wake up to, or to fall asleep to. I always spend too much time thinking about what flavor, and for some reason, I’d settled on apple cinnamon.
That weekend, the orange countertops, the stove, the cold rooms, fall creeping in on us to settle around us at night, the dogs, the fire, the lake. Drinking tea out of fragile mugs with leaves on them.
Flash.
Dark. To tonight. To the restlessness.
It’s been a long time since I felt home somewhere, you know. Even longer than that.
The tea is steeping, cooling, probably too cool now.
But life is like that.
THE Dress
Men in Bars: Lame
Don’t get me wrong, I love being single. I can go out and flirt with whomever I like and I can pick up and travel wherever I please, whenever I please without having to answer to anybody.
But lately, I’ve been wanting that feeling, the one you get when you’re having fun but it’s with a particular person. I’m hoping this isn’t a sign of monogamous maturity, but I’ve got the strange feeling that it might be.
But I guess that’s all part of growing up.
I’ve had the sick desire to bake for someone, to make breakfast, to get that feeling in the pit of your stomach (the good kind, not like indigestion) when someone calls.
Right now, I haven’t really got my eyes on anyone in particular. Well, there’s one thing but it’s not ever going to go anywhere so I’m not counting it.
However, I’m not in the mood for just any romantic dalliance. I sort of want a thing. A legitimate boyfriend thing, built on mutual respect and awesomeness.
Oh dear, I never thought I’d say that.
But to get to that, you have to wade through some strange stuff:
The night led us from dinner, through the pouring rain (I love rain, I love the city, I love jumping in puddles barefoot), to 7-11, then finally down to the Kerryman, right on Clark downtown. I was in the middle of a very packed, very noisy bar asking the bartender to change the tv over to the Nuggets/Jazz game (yes, mission accomplished. I can be rather persuasive when necessary), when the guy next to me asks me if I’m a basketball fan. I tell him I’m not huge on it, but I’m emotionally invested in this series.
Blah, blah, basketball small talk, interspersed with me yelling at the tv, more small talk and then he tells me he’s going to do a shot but he doesn’t want to do it by himself.
I laugh. Okay, free shot.
So we cheers to the Nuggets and take it. I introduce Maddie to his friend, and they spend the next hour or so fighting about hockey. (Avs/Red Wings sort of thing; he was from Detroit.)
Anyway, this guy has decided he’s going to try to put the moves on me. However, I’m a clever girl and saw this coming. We dance. Oh dear. It was one of the most hilarious bar/dancing experiences I’ve had in my life. There were at least two accidental head butts, after which he said, “I’m glad you didn’t break my nose.” I responded with, “Oh I’ve done that before.”
He kept trying to buy me drinks. I hadn’t been feeling well since dinner, and I wasn’t really in the mood to drink, so I accept a beer and continue dancing. He is trying to tell me that people often find his job intimidating. He’s some sort of lab dude in a hospital. Big deal. Why would I find that intimidating? I tell him I’m getting my MSW and that I work with developmentally delayed kids. He tries to tell me I’m hot and then pulls out the very original, “Where did you get your eyes?” I’m not sure, I replied, I grew up in foster care. (I lie in bars. Don’t judge me. Everyone else is probably lying too. Also, I was curious to see how he’d turn that into an even lamer pick up attempt.)
More shots? he says. No, I reply. Water. Ice water. I signal the bartender. He gives me water. The guy orders a beer, then tips $5.50 on a $4.50 bill and makes sure I see it.
I smile, look at Maddie and give her oh-my-god-we-need-to-get-out-of-here eyes. She nods. She knows the code.
At this point, man turns to me and says, “I’m thinking about heading out soon. Care to join?” This was after he’s told me that he’s the type of guy who just likes to cuddle. (Ha)
“No thank you,” I say politely. He’s at least two inches shorter than me.
“I’ll never see you again, will I?” he asks. I roll my eyes. “Probably not,” I respond. I took his number, told him I’d call, and exited into the humid spring night.
Next stop: McDonald’s for some ice cream. Perfect end to a great night.
See, this is why the search for a mate is harder than it looks.
This is why you’ve got to have your guard up (at least turn on your Sleaze-O-Meter before you enter any establishment, no matter how respectable it may seem) and always be on the lookout. Yeah, these experiences are fun. Yes, they make great stories. But that poor guy will never know that to effectively pick up women, you should just be yourself. I guess I’ll know I’ve found my guy when I don’t want to make up an elaborate life story about myself because I know that in two hours, I won’t know him.
I think for now I’m going to stick with the one man in my life who I know I can count on: Cat. Up until just a minute ago he was happily curled up next to me, but then he got annoyed because I kept trying to kiss him and now he’s curled up by my feet, wagging his tail as I drag my foot across his back.
Mom: “You’re going to lock him in his cage, right?” (while you guys are all here visiting)
She’s not a fan of cats, and I know most of you aren’t either, but I promise you he’s not going to be purring and trying to cuddle you. He’s a beast, part panther, with lion ancestry. He’s got pride. He’ll come check you all out, make sure I’m not being attacked, and then go to sleep on my bed or on his chair or on the windowsill. You have very little to be afraid of.
But he doesn’t have a cage. He’s a hippie, man, wandering where he pleases.
I’m going graduation dress hunting today. Nothing big, nothing expensive, just a little something. I’m in the middle of donating everything I own, and I’m quite pleased with that.
Writing papers
Agenda
A million different things today:
I’m mulling over summer plans. I know, summer semester starts in like three weeks, why don’t I have it together?
As of right now, I’m enrolled in two classes (I only need one to graduate) and am looking to add a third.
This will allow me to get my third minor.
Problem: the third class that I need (any 200-level Sociology class) isn’t offered during the first summer session, which would mean that I’d have to stay in Chicago all through July into August, which is definitely not an option.
Possible solutions: drop the third minor and get a job. But then there’s the problem of employment. Many people are going to be reluctant to hire someone for two months. And I would feel accomplished if I could say that I have three minors. (Even though it’s at added cost. The plus side to this is a GPA boost.)
Or, as I am planning on doing, adding my third class as an internship. The only problem is going to be the problem of finding one, getting it count for credit, etc. There’s the chance (although it diminishes as I realize that it’s probably going to be a non-profit internship, if I get one) that I could get paid for it, thus solving the money problem.
However, I am focused right now on finishing college rather than on money, only because we’re right there, we’re so close, let’s not stop now. Loans, baby, loans.
Also, I am going to San Francisco in July. My friend Anna got a week at her aunt and uncle’s time share as her graduation present and so all of us are packing up and heading out for a week before our real lives begin. I’m thrilled. I think it’s going to be one of the best adventures yet, and with free lodging? Even better.
I took my last Statistics test today. I have an A or a B+ going into it, and if I do well on it, I don’t have to take the final because my grade will just stick. Part of me wants to take the final anyway just to see how I’d do. So I might, because I really want that A.
And other than that, it’s looking like my final push of academic attempts might pay off in the end.
But maybe not. I’m two weeks late turning in a ten page paper for my Social Work class, but I think that it’s just about the most ridiculous thing ever, so whatever.
I’m meeting with a professor today to talk about a paper that’s due tomorrow and then it’s back home to get things done. Perhaps I’ll stay in the library all day and just churn out work.
After I re-write two articles for Advanced Reporting to get my B, then write that ten page social work paper, then write a six page gender theory paper, I’m done, done, done.
Spanish listening final tomorrow, so I’m going to need to review vocabulary and tenses tonight. I’m really good at listening, so I never stress about the listening parts, but if I can do well on it, it’ll boost my final grade.
Gender theory/english final on Tuesday. Meeting with an internship lady on Tuesday.
Spanish final Friday.
Women’s studies presentation/final Saturday.
Done. Then begins the packing process for the long drive.
If you’re flying Southwest, you should bring an extra suitcase and let me pack stuff in it. Mostly books and trinkets, and maybe winter clothes. I’m going to make Mike take back my George Foreman and waffle maker if he can. If not, just books and winter things. That way, I’ll have less to ship when it’s all said and done.
Kitten Cat
Nostalgia, stress, and the final push toward commencement
Today was the last official Monday of my undergraduate career.





