The Next Betty Crocker

Oh, sweet sweet summertime. How I love you.

Except for the fact that you have left me all by my lonesome, and forced me to learn how to become Nancy Homemaker. Just to give you a little glimpse of how clueless I am: last week I learned how to run the dishwasher and cook things in a skillet. This makes me sound ridiculously stuck up, but it's really just that I have lived in the dorms/sorority house/my parents' house for my entire life and none of those required either of the sort. I actually wish my mom would have showed me the ropes a little sooner so I could be Betty Crocker by now.

Don't even get me started on grocery store outings. I am like a lost puppy. I don't even fricken know how to properly purchase chicken breasts. Each aisle consists of me redialing my mom and asking her what she usually buys and how you store each type of food. I've decided this summer that I'm either going to have to hit up Wal-Mart for some elastic wasit pants because I will eat out too much due to the above lack of knowledge, or I'm going to get some rare food-borne illness due to inappropriate storing, cooking time, etc. Sweet.

Other than my malnourishment, apartment life is pretty sweet. My own washer and dryer, full kitchen, tv with dvr, 2 amazing roomies...way fun. I've been lucky enough to have some free time before my job starts tomorrow. I've already realized that I love alone time almost as much as I love being social. I love getting to do whatever I want to do, crank the music up, you name it. But I also love that I get to actually be with friends this summer. I have been so used to going home where I no longer know anyone and having to hear about my friends summer adventures secondhand. Community is so great. I'm sure I will learn a lot about myself this summer and I'm pretty excited about it. Well, I'm off to fold some laundry.

Much love.

Death by Finals

I hate finals week with the burning passion of 1000 fiery suns. All there freakin is to do is study, procrastinate about studying, watch others study, eat 4 meals a day, eat snacks, plan your entire day around Karl's study snacks at 9:30 pm and occasionally sleep. It's quite ironic that you are the busiest you have ever been during the semester at the same point that you have no motivation left and could really care less about your scholarly ambitions. Read: Finals. are. pointless. It's sad that you can be doing so well throughout the entire semester and then have the possibility of one final test ruining it all. Whatev. I'm over it. Is it bad that I was sort of hoping the Swine Flu would strike in my area and cancel finals...?

Never fear: This baby is here to help

A surprisingly non-socially awkward encounter

So, remember that horrid story of me running into a filing cabinet during an interview? Well, ladies and gentlemen, needless to say I was not asked to have that position at that time. BUT. Guess where I was today? Oh just interviewing for that same position again, nbd. Why? Because apparently they picked some sketchball instead who copped out before the summer. Told ya so. Anyways, I revisited that claustrophobic little office room and took a second stab at it. And it went pretty well I have to say. No run ins with inanimate objects, unfortunate pit stains, or embarrassing stutters so who knows, I might actually have a chance. Details to come later.

Countdown to living in my own place: 7 days!!!!