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Saturday, September 15th, 2007

Time:3:37 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
1. Go to http://www.careercruising.com/.
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results

1. Addictions Counselor

2. Special Effects Technician

3. Actor

4. Security Systems Technician

5. Dental Assistant

6. Pet Groomer

7. Sign Maker

8. Glazier

9. Electrician

10. Autobody Repairer

11. Costume Designer

12. Religious Worker

13. Community Worker

14. Hairstylist

15. Magician

16. Esthetician

17. Makeup Artist

18. Nail Technician

20. Comedian

22. Bicycle Mechanic

24. Critic

26. Picture Framer

28. Print Journalist

29. Furniture Finisher

32. Musical Instrument Builder and Repairer

37. Tailor/Dressmaker

38. Upholsterer

39. Composer

40. Dispatcher

...Interesting list. I think my favorite is Makeup Artist, just because I'd be so horrendous at it.

This didn't really help me figure out what to do with my life, which is kind of a big concern, as I graduate in eight months...
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Monday, July 9th, 2007

Time:12:09 am.
Mood: sleepy.
There are only two Orientation sessions remaining. I can't believe how quickly this summer has gone. I sort of want time to stall - I'm having a good time with the OLs, and even though I don't have much free time, it's not being as painful as I expected it to be. I'm feeling good about life, despite being exhausted.

Though I have to say, some great things happen after Orientation ends...

- GRASSROOTS! I very seriously can't wait, especially because Jamie's coming for it.
- Hair at the Hangar Theatre - I'm going to see it at least twice, because IY is in it. Is there any better reason for living?
- Moving into the Farm! I'm so excited for it; it's getting into my dreams. And half of my conversations.

That's about it. Going back to the Summer Housing Office will be nice, just because of the schedule, but I don't really wanna go back to my Garden. Dorm living is nice - I don't have much space to keep clean, I don't need to clean the bathrooms, and I'm on a meal plan so I don't need to cook. I'm really not a domestic person at all...clearly. I have a whole list of stuff that I'd like to do in the rest of this summer, and I hope to accomplish at least half of it.

Okay, I should sleep - the next group of incoming students starts arriving at noon...
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Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

Time:11:26 pm.
Mood: excited.
A not-so-short version of why I'm really happy about life right now...

1. My best friend Christine had her graduation party this past weekend in the Adirondacks, where her family has a cabin. I stayed with them for two nights and generally had a blast

2. I'm really enjoying my job at the Summer Housing Office

3. I went out with Dylan again yesterday and things were less awkward, though no making out... It was the third time we hung out away from the diner. He won't let me pay for things. That drives me up a wall. I don't think I should rationally have as big of a crush on him as I do, but, whatever. He said he'd call next week. We'll see.

4. I spent about 9 or 10 hours today in Rochester with Allie and my family, and it was really nice and short and a lot of fun, and it felt good to leave. We had dinner with my dad and grandma and aunt, visited the big library downtown, checked out the gay coffee shop and bookstore, watched a video of a show my sister was in, ate dinner and dessert, and came back here.
4.i. Oh! And in the parking garage by the library, I ran into Mr. Bataglia from Allendale. By which I mean my dad was driving and I saw him and was like "stop the car!" He gave me a hug and asked lots of questions. He's working for the Rochester City Schools now, and it sounds like he likes it better than AC. It was cool to see him.

5. CHRIS FRANK FROM IY CALLED ME!!! and I'm gonna hang up posters for them for their show this weekend! Which means (a) I get to see Chris Frank tomorrow, (b) I get to see Chris Frank twice in one week! (c) I get to be on the guest list and get in free!!!! You should've seen me after he called - I ran back into the family room where Allie and my mom and sister were sitting, and I was jumping all over and making weird noises... It was great. I'm so excited!

6. Tomorrow Christine Dosch gets back into town, and I have the day off, and I get to see Chris Frank, so it's just going to be a great day.

7. Thursday night is the Ithaca Festival parade, which is insane and amazing and I'm super looking forward to it. I'm so glad I didn't have the evening shift so I can go!

8. IY performs Friday night! And I traded around my work/duty schedule so I could be there!! And I'm SOO excited!!

That's life in a nutshell. Only happier. With nice weather and supremely good people.
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Monday, May 7th, 2007

Time:1:57 am.
Mood: bored.
Sometimes I analyze my thoughts. Actually, I do most of the time. But sometimes I'm more amused about it than others.

I realized tonight how many different memory devices I use to orient myself in the world in terms of the compass. It's actually a little bit embarrassing.

First, Beauty and the Beast: "Certain as the sun rises in the East"
From that, I know which Tower is West, because we'd walk past the Towers to dinner at night, looking into the sunset, which meant we were walking West.

Then the Alma Matter for IC, which I only know because Ithacappella performs it: "Towers high upon South Hill"
Which means we're on South Hill, and thus Cornell is on East Hill, and the Commons are to the North.

I'm also paying attention to what streets are called. 96B, for example, is South Aurora, but generally I say I'm going "down Aurora" and mean I'm going down topographically, lowering my altitude, and towards the Commons.

Yesterday, though, I was giving directions and said to go "up Aurora," and he clarified which direction that was, and I said North, because North is up on a map.

I'm so directionally challenged. The vast majority of the time when I'm driving somewhere that isn't Wegmans or the diner, I get myself disoriented. I always know where I am - by which I mean I've been lost in a given area before - but it's never where I expect to be.

I should get myself some maps.

It's unfortunate that I don't have an Alma Matter to refer to when I'm at home (the concept of "home" is so confusing right now...). Even if the sun rises in the East, I don't know where the sun rises in relation to my house. At the same time, I think my mom tells people we live East of Rt 250, but I don't think the sun sets in our front yard. I don't know which fast roads go East and West and which ones go North and South. I get significantly more lost in Rochester than I do in Ithaca.

Now I've confused myself. I'm going to bed now. Also, if you see me, mention something that will entice me to get to the gym, because all I've done since Friday is eat and drink and eat some more, and I need to get rid of the [mental, I hope] weight that I'm putting on.

Okay, bed. Goodnight!
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Thursday, May 3rd, 2007

Time:1:14 am.
Mood: excited.
I'm feeling really good about things right now.

Which is an exciting turn-around, considering that on Sunday, I was at my lowest point in months. I was feeling bad about actions I'd taken, and was overcome with this bout of social anxiety, and it culminated in me missing an IY concert that was here in town. Me! missing IY! when they were playing in Ithaca! You know something was very wrong.

I'm glad things have turned around.

I've been mostly bored out of my mind for a few days. I have so little to do, and so much time to do it in. I baked muffins on Monday night, visited some people on Tuesday night, and tonight I was elected Co-President Leadership for prism for next year, and I ended up drinking margaritas with Christine and Darius at Chili's afterwards. Then we went to Wegmans and ran into JK, Brittany, and the other Christine! It was an enjoyable night.

And when I got back to my apartment, I had an email that was unexpected! See, I want to stay in Ithaca after Orientation, but I have this awkward 17-day gap between when my housing as an OL ends and when we move into Farm St. On a whim, I contacted this woman who posted a room for rent ad on Craigslist, telling her about myself and my situation. I fully expected no response, or for her to say "psh, stupid college kid, we're not renting to you for 17 days!" But they want to meet me and have me see the space! I'm so excited!

That's it. I'm a little on the sleepy side now, and I have no reason to stay awake! Sweet!


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Sunday, April 29th, 2007

Time:10:15 pm.
It's so close to the end of the semester, and I'm feeling unduly stressed. My life has been more complicated over the past week than it had been before. I don't think my life used to have this much drama. Maybe it did, and I just didn't call it that.

Not much stands between me and the end of the semester:

- One paper for Race, Class, and Gender that's 5+ pages
- One essay for Personal Essay that's whatever length I want
- A portfolio of the work we've done for Personal Essay, organized with a table of contents and all of the handouts we've had
- Presenting my research for my Methods class
- An exam for Human Services that's open-notes and open-book

That's it. Kind of weird. Only one class is meeting during finals week - Personal Essay, and we're just going to read stuff.

I'm really ready for this semester to end. I kind of wish I could jump ahead to August, the time when we have the house and classes haven't started yet.

Okay. That's it for now. Time to start a paper that's due in 13 hours...
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Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

Time:5:12 pm.
Mood: stressed.
This week is not going as planned.

The first problem was my Sunday night. My final paper for Research Methods was due at 11:55pm, so I went to the lab around 8:00pm to start working - granted, I'd been doing a lot of analysis up to this point, but I needed to type it all up. I ended up working until 5:00am and turned in the paper at 5:07am and didn't sleep until 5:30-ish.

My sleeping patterns are basically non-existant right now; there's no "pattern" to speak of. That's no good. I've been waking up with big headaches and sore throats. And today I overslept by almost two hours; I made it to class ten minutes late without my homework done.

I keep biting this spot in my mouth. I did it the first time around 3:00am on Monday morning while eating super-salty cashews. I think I've bit the same place a dozen times now. A few minutes ago, I bit it again, so hard that my teeth hurt. This sucks.

We're having more prism issues. It's really hard being on a board of people that I really like and respect. That sounds strange, but it's hard to separate personal relationships from the things we need to do. There are so many times that I want to say things to people related to the organization, but I don't because of our personal relationships. Things need fixing. The semester's almost over and we'll get through whatever the current issues are, but, geez. We were supposed to be in the clear, everything was supposed to be set, and now, things are messy again.

I'm so tired. I think that's contributing to my attitude about life right now - I seem to be approaching things from the stance of a tired, cranky, confused, and cynical person. I'm tired of making decisions; I just want things to fall into my lap, set and planned. I want my hand to stop hurting. I want to know what I want from other people and why I want it and why it's okay to want that. I want to sleep. I want to cry. I want this semester to be over.
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Saturday, April 14th, 2007

Time:3:59 pm.
Mood: very, extremely disappointed.
My Saturday of Seconds has now become my Solitary Saturday, or maybe my Saturday of Suck.

Dylan had to cancel because he's sick. And he didn't sound good. And he sounded like he was alone wherever he was calling from, when it normally sounds like there are other people around when he calls. I think he's probably genuinely sick.

And he said all the right things - the film we were going to see is going to play a bunch more times, so we can reschedule. And that he'll call me when he's feeling better. And he's been really reliable about calling when he says he will...

I'm just so disappointed.

Plus, I told like 400 people about what I was doing tonight, so now they'll ask, and I'll need to be like, "well..." Ugh.

Part of me is afraid that I don't actually like him - that I like the idea of having a boy that I'm sort of seeing, and that I like being able to talk about what's happening in my life, and that I like having plans. And I won't know better/for certain until I see him again, which won't be tonight.

Ugh. Now I have four hours of free time to fill tonight. Never a good thing...

Plus, it's supposed to snow a buttload, starting slowly tonight with like 6 inches coming tomorrow night. Seriously, what the fuck?
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Time:2:35 am.
Mood: blah.
This was a Friday of Firsts:

- First radio interview
- First Happy Hour
- First bar attended for going-to-bar purposes
- First time sexiled... Ugh...

And tomorrow (well, I guess it's today, technically) is my Saturday of Seconds. Right now the only second is this date, but... Whatever.

Anyway, I was out of my room, basically, from 11:30am-2:30am, so I'm sleeping. Bye.
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Thursday, April 12th, 2007

Time:12:56 am.
Mood: cheerful.
...Guess who has a second date with Dylan this weekend?
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Friday, April 6th, 2007

Time:7:30 pm.
Mood: confused.
I just woke up from a bizarre dream.

First we were in this house on my old street. The owners had moved out, and it seemed like my extended family was remodeling it. There was a lot of stuff about mirrors.

Then I was somewhere with a friend (I can't remember whom) and it seemed like a library that had a lot of floors. This person with some sort of European accent approached us and asked for help finding a book. She was very attractive, but had a man's voice. I tried to tell her where the book was, but I was confused.

I went into a bathroom. It was clearly a public bathroom that had a lot of stalls, and I think I was in a corner one. All of the sudden, someone is banging on the stall door, and I look up, and there's some person (I don't remember the person's gender) looking over the stall, on the shoulders of someone else. I totally flipped out, and felt trapped. I think something similar had happened earlier in the dream.

Then the person who was looking into my stall - I think it was a woman - tried to calm me down and explained who she was and that they'd been doing this all day, acting like ghosts, using the mirrors from that house. Somehow this was an okay explanation for me.

We went back to the house and were having dinner. Food would move around the table, and people would point out that it was just others playing with the mirrors - it wasn't ghosts.

Then I was going somewhere. I was driving, but it wasn't my car. I think the owner was sitting in the passenger seat, and my mom might've been in the back seat. Driving around a parking lot, I realize that the breaks suck real bad, but I keep driving onto the real road. I need to take a right turn at a light, and as it turns red, I can't stop, so I cut into traffic turning right, and decide I need to get off the road. I get in the middle of a line of buses and follow them into a school, driving too fast because of my bad breaks.

Finally I stop the car and climb out to figure out what the problem is. The front driver's side tire is completely flat. I walk around the car, and realize that it's actually a big blue bus that I've been driving, and that five of my eight tires are very flat, to the point of having some metal spokes sticking into the ground. We call a repair person to fix it, since I've probably destroyed a lot of the car/bus by driving it like that.

Then, in real life, Allie called, and I woke up.

I think I should take my car in to get looked at...

How do you interpret this?
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Sunday, April 1st, 2007

Time:12:30 pm.
Mood: cheery.
Apparently, something about the weekend before my birthday is pretty magical. Or maybe it's just Relay For Life.

We walked as Team Hot Pants. Our team raised over $800. The whole event, with Cornell and IC, totaled more than $203,000. How ridiculous is that? It's so much money!

We had a blast. I shouldn't go into detail, seeing as how I have enough homework to keep me occupied for four days straight, half of which is due within two days... I'll probably tell you more later.

But... this part needs to be mentioned...

At 4:00, Allie and I took a break from the Relay scene and went downtown to the State Street Diner. Dylan was there. We chatted a lot, and flirted. I finally gave him my number :o) Now the ball's in his court... Should he choose to accept it...

Okay. Homework. Bye.
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Thursday, March 29th, 2007

Time:12:45 am.
Mood: chipper.
So I decided that I wanted to flirt with that boy I interviewed at the State Street Diner. Only luck hasn't been on my side, as I've been back twice this week and he's been there neither time.

Stephanie: 0
Diner and evil fate: 2

Though both visits have been enjoyable.

On Monday, Allie and I went. When I picked her up at the Circles, it was thunder and lightninging, but it wasn't raining at all. The lightning was pretty spectacular. After dancing to Hot Pants, we left, and it was pouring - pouring so hard I had to put my windshield wipers on their third speed! Ridiculous. Anyway, Dylan wasn't there. So we chatted about girl problems as we ate french fries and apple pie a la mode. My favorite part was when we left. It was still raining, but Allie suggested we just make a run for it instead of using the umbrella. We did - and collided, head first, into each other. Oy. It was fabulous.

Tonight, I went with Darius, Christine, and Genevieve after the meeting. I love spending time with them. I feel like we end up opening ourselves up in a really healthy way when we're together. Plus we get to talk about sex a lot, and what's not to love there? Still no Dylan, but we ate breakfast food and chatted for a long time. We even talked with our waitress about our OCD. It was pretty great.

I feel like I shouldn't go back to the diner this week. I'm verging on creepy, and while I love walking that line, I don't want to make people uncomfortable. Or end up being kicked out of establishments I'm growing to love.


In other news, at this time, seven days from today, I will be 21. That's a pretty big one.

What should I do?

I'd like to go out with people, someplace where we could get food and drinks. I'd prefer a local establishment, because I'm really into becoming part of the Ithaca community as well as the campus community right now. Also, three of my most favorite people whom I'd like to be there when we go out are busy until 8:00, so we probably couldn't get anywhere until 8:15 or 8:30. Oh, and it'd be Thursday night; I'm not going to try for, like, 12:01am on Thursday...


...I'm getting really excited about this...

Okay, that's it for now. Bye!
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Sunday, March 25th, 2007

Time:1:37 pm.
Mood: pretty okay.
This weekend has been interesting.

I feel like a lot of plans fell through or didn't work out, but ultimately, I ended up having a good time.

On Friday, I went to a party with Ellen and Allie, but it was too packed to move, so we stayed about five minutes and left. At their apartment, the three of us chatted and gossipped with Jamie for a long time, and then watched two episodes of the L Word. Any night that ends in the L Word is pretty decent in my book...

Everything about Saturday into Sunday's plans fell through. It was all about bad planning on my part, and I'm not going to let that happen again, not when IY's at stake. I decided that taking a bus would be a good thing, because then I could use travel time for homework. I started looking for hostels to stay at pretty early in the week, but didn't try to make any reservations until Friday. Well, having called at least seven hostels, I learned that New York City was booked solid. My parents said I should look for a hotel, and it could be part of my birthday present. Anything in, like, central to lower Manhattan that was available started at like $300, which I would never pay. I probably could've found something far away from the club and where Jamie was staying, but given how much time I spent getting myself and Allie lost there last weekend, I didn't think that'd be a good idea.

I woke up early on Saturday and called a few hostels back to see if they'd gotten any cancellations, which they hadn't. My roommate suggested that I look for a bus that'd come back overnight, and nothing could get me to Ithaca without a big layover - I could get to Binghamton or Albany, but then I'd be stuck for a few more hours around 4 or 5 in the morning, at a bus station that may or may not have been open in the middle of the night.

I hated not going. Being at the Bitter End is so cool for them. And they've been working on so much new stuff. It's all so different and amazing. I love watching this creative process for them, so it makes it that much harder to miss something. Jamie called me and held up the phone for "Love and Epistemology" and Nate's new song. They came through kind of distored, though I remembered that the club got crappy reception, and the noise factor probably didn't help. I really appreciated it, though! I got that shaky excitement when she called for the first one.

Last night ended up being great anyway. I didn't know what I was going to do, and I knew it'd be bad news for me to stay at home. At about 7:00, I get simultaneous phone calls from Christine and Genevieve inviting me out to dinner and board games. I was really excited about it. We went out to Vivas, which I wasn't a huge fan of (I know, what kind of college kid am I?) and then Darius made us bananas fosters for dessert. Then we played Loaded Questions. Christine, Genevieve, and I read questions while Darius made dessert, and then we actually played with the figuring out other people's answers stuff when we finished dessert. I think we played for close to three hours. I haven't laughed that long in a really long time. It was ridiculous. Genevieve is going to laminate our answer sheets... heehee... Amazingly (or predictably?), sex and hobos (though not sex with hobos) came up a lot. It was a great night. And one of my favorite quotes of the evening:

"If you ever talk about my boyfriend's nuts again, I'll kick your ass, bitch." - Christine to Genevieve, who had asked if there was a nut stuck in the hole in Darius's coffee table (which there was).

I really need to do homework. I've seriously not gotten anything done this weekend, despite being here. Alas. Later...

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Thursday, March 22nd, 2007

Time:11:31 pm.
Mood: bothered.
What are you doing this weekend, say from 2:00pm on Saturday until 4:00pm on Sunday?



I can't make the trip by myself.

I need you to make my dreams come true!!
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Tuesday, March 20th, 2007

Time:1:39 am.
Mood: really tired.
Why does it always sound like the people above me are having a party? And why are they always singing along to that Gwen Stefani song that goes "ooooOOOO, OOOOoooo, oooOOOO, OOOOooo"? I'm so sick of it! I hate sell-out Gwen Stefani!

I scratched my face today with the velcro on the sleeve of my jacket. I have like three parallel red lines running from my hairline halfway down my forehead. I feel like an idiot. Plus it really hurt!

Christine and Darius and I went to the State Street Diner today for more observations for our "workplace study" for Methods. I interviewed our waiter. He's pretty cute. I might've flirted a little, and that's so foreign to me, especially with a guy. Kind of fun. I like going there in the middle of the night, when you can just chill and chat and stay a long time and watch the drunk people stumble in. I typed up my interview notes already so I don't forget important things he said. My favorite quote: "Your gender doesn't indicate the size of your balls."

I'm amazed at how many random IY connections I come up with. I wrote something for Personal Essay about IY - Jamie: "How do you accidentally write a paper about IY?!" - and I got it back in class today. My writing professor has been in a book club with Nate's mom for years. Oy...

I guess I haven't given you a Personal Essay in a while, so here's one... The one I "accidentally" wrote on IY:

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Sunday, March 18th, 2007

Time:12:17 am.
Mood: pensive.
So I was sitting here thinking, and stumbled upon a thought that I hadn't considered before.

When one says they believe in "God," are they referring to an entity who created the world we live in, someone/thing that controls or is involved in our daily actions, or whatever judges us when we die?

When one talks about God, are these three things all the same person?

I guess I understand that everyone has a different take on this God person/entity/thing, so it means different things to different people. In my brain, I think I've connected them in the minds of believers - sort of along the thoughts of God being this evil thing that "made" the world and is watching our every moves and judging us for all of our "sins" when we die and condemning us to an eternity of hell because we didn't spend enough time saying Hail Marys and confessing to our priests.

And I realize that not everyone view's their God like that. Not everyone, in their relationship with their church or organized religion or God or Jesus, sees things the same way, and it's simply me reducing their beliefs and judging them without examining what I really think.

But is the God who allegedly created the universe the same dude (or dudette) who decides that we have lived holy or unholy lives?

I guess my question is if these could be separate things. Could God A have created the universe and done all the Gensis stuff, while God B is involved in overseeing our lives, and God C decides who gets to go into the white light?

I suppose it's important to understand my lack of religious background in my asking of these questions. I've read some of the Bible, and learned a little about different religions and denominations in a few classes, but I didn't grow up with any religion, and have never wanted to formally be involved with any religion. When asked to specify my religion, I'd say "none," because I simply haven't given anything enough thought to consider myself an athiest or agnostic.

I don't think that a God made the world as it is today, but I don't know how the planet and universe and the particles that created a Big Bang originated. I firmly disagree that there is some entity that is dictating, controlling, or has already determined the course of my life, because I think I need to feel more in control of my own life than to believe that. I'm not sure if I think a God has some say in what happens, such as who we meet or the outcome of situations that are out of our control. I don't think that God cares about the things that the Christian Right thinks he/she does - I think that God would care about love, not how we're having sex or who we're having it with, and that personal and community responsibility is more important than looking down your nose at someone for their behaviors and denying them options.

I have a whole bunch more thoughts - on Jesus, what it means to be "Christ-like" or a "good Christian," the role of organized religion, and why I continue to think about God in a Christian context - but I don't think I can explore them coherently right now. And what gives me the idea that I have any qualifications to be exploring these questions of God and religion in the first place?

Anyway, to bed with me, and to Ithaca tomorrow. Goodnight...
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Monday, March 5th, 2007

Time:12:39 am.
Mood: excited.

...We have an apartment...

We have an apartment!!!

I'm so excited about it! It's beautiful!

So it's this really old house - it was built 1890-something - and it's massive. Massive! The house was originally built to be townhouses, so it's split up into three units. Our unit is sooooooo big! It has six bedrooms, two full baths, a dining room, a gigantic kitchen, a beautiful living room that has a bay window (I've always wanted a bay window!), our own washer and drier...

It's three floors, plus a basement. There are wood floors everywhere. We got the driveway. It has a porch. The staircase has landings!

The more I think about it, the more I'm realizing that this is the house I've always dreamed of. Seriously. There were a few years where I was really into architecture for a few years, and this has just about everything I ever wanted in it. Possibly the only thing that's lacking is the ghost that I wanted when I was younger, and with a house this old, we might just have one...

I really can't express my excitement fully enough. There's not even a bedroom that I wouldn't want. How amazing is that?

We got a lease today to look over, and we're going to sign it on Thursday. I'm so sold.

Plus, it's within walking distance of both the Commons and Collegetown, and you can almost see Cascadilla from the lawn.

It's not cheap - about $420/month before utilities and cable and all. But I think it's going to be very worth it.

They're going to need to drag me out of there when our lease ends. I'm going to, like, chain myself to the fire escape or the fridge or the staircase or some other very difficult to move object.

Holy geez, August 1st can't get here soon enough!

For the record, I'm probably going to spend the first day there running up and down the stairs, many many times, just because I can and because they're pretty.

And I'm definitely going to have sex in the "time out" room. Not that I forsee sex in my immediate future, but, just saying. And probably in that little fire escape room, too. I plan on taking that over if I get the "fire" room - sorry neighbors...

(Note on that last paragraph: There's a random room that's too small to be a bedroom that someone randomly called the "time out" room; it's pretty amazing. And between our unit and the 5-bedroom one next door, there's a room that connects them - like adjoining hotel rooms! - and goes to the fire escape from the third floor, and attaches to a bedroom in each house. Since the people in the 5- and 6-bedroom units are friends, they have it as a common space; I'm sort of hoping for the room adjoining the fire escape, and hoping that the neighbors don't realize that I'm taking over that space... Heehee? That, or the person in the third floor bedroom next to mine is ridiculously hot and we have a torrid affair that takes place solely in the no-person's land between our bedrooms and our roommates never know...)


This is so fabulous.

This whole weekend has been fabulous.

Actually, my life is feeling pretty fabulous. I think I'm the happiest I've been in a long time.

This is great :o)

Oh, PS: here are some pictures that Christine took of the apartment...

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Monday, February 26th, 2007

Time:9:59 pm.
Mood: excited.
I cut off lots of hair!

http://photos.yahoo.com/jollyskm and click on the album called "***Locks of Love"

Pretty exciting stuff. That was 12 inches of hair! Sweet!

Okay, time for some CSI. Bye!
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Sunday, February 25th, 2007

Time:11:16 am.
Mood: chipper.
#1: I saw IY last night. I'm still so in love with them. It's so unhealthy.

#2: This time tomorrow, my hair will be at least 10 inches shorter than it is currently. I'm pretty excited.

I'm trying not to use exclaimation points in this post, as it would be easy to abuse them. So I'm trying to convey this strange calmness that is not at all like me. Just pointing it out.

Now I'm going to take a nap. Goodnight.
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