01.30.09
Great
Dear Boyfriend,
I know that you’re kind of new at this. In fact, I’m still amazed how many dumb things can come out of the mouth of someone with a Master’s from MIT. However, this is pushing it, even for a novice boyfriend.
If your girlfriend asks you repeatedly what is going on this weekend so that she can pack accordingly, and you tell her repeatedly that you will simply be going to IKEA and moving, setting up, and cleaning your new condo she will not bring anything going-out worthy to wear.
So informing her, after she’s packed and on her way to the airport, that you’re all going to a house party with a bunch of very attractive and well-dressed women tomorrow night will not go over well.
You may even be forced to purchase a new inappropriate top for her. To add to the collection of clothing she could have EASILY TAKEN FROM HER OWN APARTMENT AND WOULD HAVE HAD THE RIGHT BRA FOR.
Love,
Quarterandchange
01.29.09
Confession Thursday
I’m wearing the same pants for the second time this work week and a sweater that I’m pretty sure is from 1999.
And I didn’t have time to shower after bikram before coming back to the office.
I would gross myself out if I didn’t find it all kind of amusing.
01.23.09
Crabby
I’m spending my weekend in a town where the local grocery store didn’t have bananas but did have this display in the produce section:
Really
01.21.09
Two for Two
I’ll be packing up for another fun-filled trip this evening when I get home at 9:30. Tomorrow morning I’ll be boarding a flight at 7am to my favorite airport of all time, Philly, followed by another flight to my second favorite airport of all time, Salisbury. The Salisbury Maryland airport is so small that it doesn’t have a bathroom on the other side of security. It has ten chairs in the waiting area. It’s been my experience that only USAir prop planes that were built in 1980 are allowed to fly in and out of Salisbury. It’s comforting when your armrests have ashtrays.
I’ve become quite the frequent flier with my job. I can pack a carry-on bag in under five minutes, and have the perfect list of necessary plane survival items (pashmina, headphones, neck pillow, Valium) on stand-by. Yes, I’m the person behind the elderly in security sighing loudly as I hear yet another explanation of why this medication is not in the Ziploc bag even though it is in fact a liquid. No, you can’t wear your belt through the metal detector. Multiple times I’ve been grateful for the Valium during the screening more than the actual flight.
I’ve also become adapt at the art of not checking a bag for a trip under five days. When I last met M at the airport he immediatly started complaining about the weight of my bag. When I pointed out that was the only bag I had brought with me his eyes widened. “You mean you carried on?” he whispered with awe. And then I think he fell a little bit more in love with me.
Because boyfriend’s quite the experienced traveler himself. He averages about 2 flights per week and has recently purchased the quintessential old man rolling carry-on from Tumi (thank god, because I couldn’t deal with one more conversation about if he should or should not purchase said hideous item). He was more excited to show me the packing job he did for Israel (packing cubes included) than to get me into bed on his last arrival to Maine. A year ago we stumbled upon the holy grail of travel size everything in a Bed, Bath, and Beyond and it may have been the best date we’ve ever had. We still talk about it in hushed tones “remember that time we found the Tide travel detergent and the sample size of the exact scent and brand of your regular deodorant in one place? That was a good day”.
But I’m getting tired of this, the constant back and forth, having to board Izzi, and staying in unsavory cities. I miss my friends, my family, my dog, and my routine. The phone call that came while I was typing this entry? A request for to book two more trips for myself in the next month.
Time to break those drugs out…
01.20.09
Oh… um, hi there…
I’m still alive and I still have the ability to type. Sorry for the absence. Things have been both wonderful and awful over the past… however long it’s been. Let’s hope this is the final “catch-up” post for a bit and that I’ll return to regularly scheduled blogging. Tomorrow.
Yes, I have a boyfriend. Here are some boyfriend bullet points so we’re all familar with the situation and I can commence complaining about him in what I’m certain will be short order:
- He’s the guy from The Thin Line
- He is not “on paper” guy. Not my traditional physical type, he cries when he’s sad (male emotions what??), etc etc etc. However, “on paper” guy usually ends up leaving me hurt and with a UTI
- He is brilliant. I find the way his mind works fascinating. It’s like a machine
- His parents already hate me based on the facts presented in The Thin Line and the fact that I am not Jewish
- He buys beautiful gifts
- He calls every night from Israel
- Which is even further away from his usual home base in Florida
- I’m smitten
Ok, gross, enough, right?
My applications to law school are in. Because of the previously mentioned LSAT score (which will now be referred to as “there-must-have-been-some-mistake“) I have no shot in hell of getting into my original top choices but made a nice list of second tier schools that I believe would make me very happy. Three months until I’ll hear anything.
Which means it tax and fafsa time! So, please stand by for what I believe will be some thrilling posts on my mathematical retardedness and my relationship. There’s nothing more exciting than following a blogger as she descends into monogamous boredom and tries to file paperwork.
01.05.09
Recap
I had big plans to recap 2008 in a witty and brilliant post. While that may well happen when I get bored at work again, I’ve mainly got the energy to recap the past three weeks.
We had a lovely family trip to Sonoma and San Fransisco. We only thought about screaming at each other on limited occasions. We had Christmas Breakfast at McDonald’s because the rest of the family doesn’t have the neurotic need to plan that I do. We drank wine.
I scored seven points lower on my LSAT than my average practice score. This means that my top schools are no longer even a pipe dream, and I will be applying to six different schools. If I am not offered admission to my favorites or the timing and aid is not right I will have to take the LSAT again in June and apply to schools for 2010. The unfairness of standardized testing and the six months of rigorous studying weren’t enough to equal each other out after all. The emailed score was honestly more heartbreaking than anything else that happened this year and I still haven’t dealt with it. It’s difficult to motivate to finish my applications with the knowledge that this number doesn’t reflect my ability to score well on the LSAT or the sort of law student (and lawyer) I know I can be.
And finally, one little robin’s egg blue gift box and I’m back into the boyfriend game…
