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| Hahaha!I was really going to buckle down and do a ton of work this weekend. I was going to focus on this silly campaign we have for my PR class and get everything done I could. I was going to do all the sections I was assigned, and then some. WAS is the key word. I did nothing. All weekend. Literally, nothing. I didn't even clean up this pig sty we call a home. I just sat and stared. And you know what? I liked it. I did go to a job fair yesterday - for the new Embassy Suites Hotel and Convention Center in East Peoria. The place isn't opening until January, but they're doing all their hiring and training now, which is pretty smart. It's freaking huge. I can't even imagine how many people they're going to have to hire. Alex and I went together, and I think he regrets that choice. Haha. It was this really weird cattle call, basically. You fill out an application first, and someone very quickly looks over it. Then they take you a pre-screening room where you're briefly interviewed and someone makes a snap judgement about whether or not you deserve a second interivew. I was deemed worthy; Alex was not. So I'm in the running for a front desk position, which I think would be pretty awesome. I wasn't really able to tell them much about my availablity, but the dude didn't seem to think that was much of an issue at this point. So I'll hear back in a couple weeks. *shrug* It would more or less rock, though, if I could work there part-time for a while, go full-time when I graduate in May, and transfer the job to Chicago or wherever when Nir graduates in December. So I'm all registered for classes and whatnot. My advisor, Dr. Schweigert, who I've had for several Psych classes and who is basically one of my favorite people ever, was awesome about getting me into the classes I needed. I knew there would be special consideration given to my situation, but I didn't know it would be as special as it was. We pretty much sat down and put together my ideal schedule, then she went into the department secretary's office and said, "Jess needs in these classes. I know there are waitlists, and I don't care. She needs them, so she's going to get them." And that was that, and I was in. I'm taking two classes over J-Term, and that kinda freaks me out. You're only supposed to be able to take one, so I had to fill out a petition to carry excess hours and have it signed by Schweigert and the Dean of the college and approved by the registrar's office before I could be added to anything. They're both online classes, though, so I think it shouldn't be too bad. It's not like I actually have to go to a classroom for six hours everyday for two and a half weeks. I know it's going to be intense, and I'm ready for it. It'll be worth it. Then I have just 15 hours in the Spring, and I'm done. Completely. Scary, huh? Ugh. I'm done typing. I'm gonna veg some more. Laters. | | |
| It's doneYep. I did it. I'm officially a Psychology major. Again. And... I'm graduating in May. Like, for real. Six months from now. I will be a college graduate in 183 days. And then what, you ask... Well. Nir won't graduate until December, so I'll obviously be sticking around. I'll get a job - not a career-type job, just a job-type job. Like, at Macy's or something. And I know that sounds like a really crappy thing to do, but hear me out. The he'll graduate, and probably in January we'll go wherever he gets a job - which is looking more and more like it's going to be Chicago. I'll get another job-type job there for a while, and then in the fall, I'll go to grad school for my Master's and Doctorate. I'll probably specialize in Social Psych, though Cognitive is tempting. I want to research and publish, at least for a while. I want to teach. I want to do a lot of stuff. And I can do anything and nothing all at the same time with an undergrad Psychology degree. But there are so many options with grad school... We'll see. I feel good about this. I have zero interest in working in PR, and I think it's positively silly for me to bust my ass next semester with the most insane classes in the sequence, then stick around for another semester of one class which I dread the idea of taking, all for a degree that does not interest me one iota. And you know what? I'm over it. I'm doing this. And I'm graduating in May. Holy crap. | | |
| *passes out*I'm way too sleepy to be studying. But what I am doing? Studying, of course. At midnight. Because I'm an idiot. I have an exam in my PR class tomorrow. This is the second one of the semester, and as far as the first one was concerned, uh, let's just say it kicked my ass. You know the saying "I'll beat you to within an inch of your life"? Well, it beat me to within a point of an F. For realsies. I had no idea what to expect, and I got owned. And this time around, although I know what to expect, I still don't really how to prepare. So I probably have a pretty good shot at doing really piss poor again. We'll see. But if you're failing exams in classes that have the same title as your major, I think most people would take that as some kind of sign... Meh. Nir had a couple of our friends over earlier to play a Dungeons and Dragons type role-playing game. It was hysterically nerdy of them all. They spent hours creating these goofy characters and then quite a while playing out a scenario from the plot that Nir wrote for the game. But they didn't get anywhere close to as far as Nir thought they would, and he was kinda disappointed. He hasn't played an RPG with other people in a long time, and he's pretty excited. I just think it's funny. One of the guys that was over has just gotten himself involved in a CornStock show that goes up in a couple weeks, and I think I may have accidentally gotten myself involved in it too. He's designing the lights, and he has to hang and focus by Sunday, so I volunteered to help if he needed it. Then I got kinda excited, because I realized that when I was involved with theatre, I never did anything related to lights, and it was always something that I wanted to learn. So I think I'm gonna go to a rehearsal with him in the next couple days and then hang and focus whenever he does that. And I'm sure that's gonna lead to more work for me. I can't say no to CornStock, and even though I've retired from theatre, if Paul Gordon (who's the President of the board there, and also the business editor for the Journal Star) asks me to do something else, I know I will. I still love CornStock. So. I may be coming out of retirement. Hmm. Here's a fun story. Over the summer, we realized that there was something wrong with our thermostat. You would set it to the temperature you wanted it to get to, and turn it on, and though it should have turned off when it reached said temperature, it would just stay on. So it would get down to like 50 degrees and still be running, even though the thermostat was clearly set to 70. But maintenance came out and replaced the unit, and it got better, so we thought everything was cool. Well, one day last week, we turned on the heat before we went to bed, and us and our houseguest went to sleep comfortable. I woke up at about 7 sweating profusely, went to check the temperature, and IT WAS 95 DEGREES IN THE APARTMENT!! I woke up Nir, we messed with it, it kept running, we shut it off, it kept running, we flipped the circuit, it kept running, it kept getting hotter!! Somewhere in there, we realized that our houseguest was missing - mysteriously, so were her cell phone and blanket, but her shoes and bag were still in the living room. We kept messing with the thermostat, I went outside for a while to cool off, Nir finally pulled the electricity from it completely to get it to shut off, and we sweated for a while longer. Then we went to look for our houseguest. She had woken up so hot that she went out and curled up in her car to sleep! We asked her why she hadn't gotten us up to tell us something was wrong, and she said she thought maybe that was just how we liked to keep the temperature!! And on that note, my heater is running, and it's getting kinda hot in here. I better go check on it. Haha. ...and study.  Byesies! PS - Who's reading this from Kentucky? I'm not usually creepy about checking my Footprints, but I just saw that someone (or something) from Kentucky was here a few times in the past couple days, and I'd just like to know who you are. Obviously, I don't mind, or I'd make this private or something. Just wondering - if you're even actually out there.  | | |
| Uh...I think that, if there were an award for largest spread between Xanga entries, I would win it. This is pretty ridiculous. But I like being able to pop in and out as I choose. Dear Xanga is always here for me when I decide I want it. How nice of it. And as Nora Walker just said on the episode of 'Brothers and Sisters' that I'm watching, "Life happened, and I got distracted." True story, smart lady. There's been lots of stuff that's gone on since last I did whatever it is I do on here. Nir and I moved in together. That's pretty cool. We got a really nice place, and it's not as expensive as a lot of really crappy places closer to campus. It's about 7 minutes away from Bradley, which is actually a nice drive. I enjoy having some time to decompress before and after class and listen to some rockin' tunes. Haha. When we moved in in May, we had all really nice, quiet neighbors. But there's been a little bit of turnover, and now we have a few less savory ones. For example, the guy that's standing out in the backyard right now, from the sound of things more on our side than his, on his cell phone, talking to someone about how he told his baby momma she could forget about sendin' them brats to Hopedale, cause he ain't never gonna let them go out there, he swears to God, yo. Anyway. We like the place itself - it's big and clean and has new carpet and paint and appliances that work, including a dishwasher. Nir has his own office so that he can be messy and I can shut the door and not have to look at it. And we've made a pretty cozy little nest out of all the other rooms. If only we had more time to spend together when we could just relax... Nir and I are doing well, I think. We've entered into this odd part of our lives where we know a lot of things are going to be changing very soon, and we don't really know whether to talk about it a lot or not at all. We settle somewhere in the middle; every so often, we look at each other, sigh, and say "chayim kashim" - Hebrew for "life is hard". I don't think either of us know where we're headed, but I know that I want to be headed wherever with him, and I think he's finally ready to admit that he wants to be headed there with me. Clearly, we're not quite jumping in with both feet yet - otherwise I would more than "think" he was ready. But that is a step up for me. We went to Florida for a friend's wedding last week, and as were leaving, his new wife said, "Wait! Are you guys engaged yet?!" And rather sheepishly, I said, "No." She hesitantly asked, "Oh, well, are you gonna be?" And as I said, "We'll see" because I thought that's what Nir would say, he said, "Most likely. After school." I was pretty surprised by that, I think. Then we stopped by the jewelry store where I used to work the other day to say hi and one of the girls asked Nir when he was going to buy me a ring, and he said, "Soon. After school." It's nice to hear. And while I want more than anything to have a ring on my finger right now and know that we're going to be together forever, I can wait. We've got a lot of stuff we need to get in order first. He's got loans. A lot of them. And I've got no idea about myself or what I want to do. I think we both to get on track to fixing those things. And we'll do so together. But we don't need to be married before we do it. There. I said it. I can wait. Done. Moving on. Oh golly, what else? As I mentioned, I quit my job at the jewelry store. I later got a job at a florist, and quit it after less than a month. I've learned that unemployment is much easier and more enjoyable. I've always lived by the quote, "I've been poor, and I've been rich. Rich is better." But man, do I hate working for it. And I hate feeling like I don't have time to at least try to do well at school. I certainly don't purport to be succeeding at that, but I like to have the option. I don't want to talk about it. I'm done typing now. Perhaps more news in the next couple days. Love you's. | | |
| Happy two years to Nir and I today. This is cool. Do this. One word each. Awesome. 1. Your cell phone?
here
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?
Jewish
3. Your hair?
red
4. Your mother?
sleeping
5. Your father?
loved
6. Your favorite item?
Nir
7. Your dream last night?
sexy
8. Your favorite drink?
tea
9. Your dream car?
expensive
10. The room you're in?
hot
12. Your fears?
many
13. What do you want to be in ten years?
married
14. Who did you hang out with tonight?
homework
15. What you're not good at?
life
16. Muffins?
mammoth
17. One of your wish list items?
money
18. Where you grew up?
Pekin
19. The last thing you did?
letter
20. What are you wearing?
pink
21. What aren't you wearing?
smile
22. Your pet?
kitties!
23. Your computer?
tired
24. Your life?
boring
25. Live?
okay
26. Missing?
Daddy
27. What are you thinking about right now?
training
28. Your car?
Wedgie
29. Your work?
diamonds
30. Your summer?
away
31. Your relationship status?
wonderful
32. Your favorite color?
purple
33. When is the last time you laughed?
Oscar’s
34. Last time you cried?
always
35. School?
overwhelming | | |
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