Current mood:

working

Alright, so I suck.

Once upon a time, in a far-away land, there was a girl who never posted in her livejournal.  She felt very, very bad about it, so one day she finally sat down and wrote about her life...

...in the form of a numbered list, because she likes things to be organized...

...the list looked a little bit like this...

1. I'm still working at The Max, and doing pretty well.  They're starting to train me in CopyMax (yes, everything in the store is [something]Max).  I'm happy about that.  I started covering for people's lunches back there, and then when people called in, and now they're putting me back there more and more.  Unfortunately, I have yet to get any formal training...I'm just trying to figure everything out as I go.
2. Spring semester is getting close to full swing right now.  I have a heavy load (17 credits, including a couple of 4-credit classes), but it's not bad at all.  I like my classes and professors, so that's definitely a good thing.
3. My applications for grad school are IN.  Thank goodness.  Yes, I procrastinated.  Of course.  But that's taken care of, so no need to stress over it.  Well, until it's getting close to acceptance/rejection time.  Honestly, though, I feel pretty good about it.  My GPA is pretty good (3.802), I feel confident that my letters of recommendation are solid, I feel good about my essay, and I got a decent GRE score.
4. Speaking of GRE scores, I was really surprised to find out how some of the other girls in my major did.  I didn't think mine was mind-blowing (solid, more than enough to get me a second look at RU), but...well, I was just surprised.  It was one of those things where people you really thought were smart didn't do as well as you'd expected.  Ok, so that sounded bad.  Don't get me wrong, I don't think they're not smart--in fact, I don't think they're any less smart than I did before.  (whew, that was a confusing sentence.)  My guess is that they just don't test well.  I just wish I'd studied more--my math score was less than great (but I think I made up for it on verbal).  I ended up with almost exactly a 100pt drop from my SAT score in each section.  Now if only they would send me my writing score...
5. Trav's a corporate whore now.  Hehe...I love making fun of him for that.  No, really, he's working at the National Bank of Blacksburg.  He says he really likes it, and they seem to think very highly of him--he got moved from part-time to full-time way ahead of schedule!  Hooray for Trav!  It doesn't hurt that he has a darn good benefits package now, which will be a big help once we get hitched.
6. And speaking of hitching, we haven't planned anything.  Ugh.  This is what happens when two people who a) don't really know what they're doing, and b) aren't worked up about making it a big production  decide to get married.  Both of us just want a nice, simple ceremony without a billion people.  We really need to hop on the wedding train.  (hehe, that's fun to say.)  Anyway, everyone seems to be planning weddings right now, and I just don't want to hear it.  It just reminds me of how we're not on the ball.  Oh, and everyone keeps asking me what our colors are!  What?  I wasn't completely aware that I should have colors!  I mean, I'll be wearing ivory and Trav will be wearing a tux (I'm pushing for powder blue, myself.  Possibly with a ruffly shirt).  Those are the colors that I had thought about--and now everyone is asking for more colors!  Good lord, what is up with the colors?  Come on!  We're not having attendants (so no bridesmaid's dresses), so I don't think it's a huge issue to match the flowers to anything.  I doubt I'll even be able to match the flowers to each other!  So, yeah.  Sometimes it would be nice to have some of those superpowers all the other girls seem to have.  You know, like flight...telepathy...matching colors...planning a wedding...I mean, all I have is the Lasso of Truth!  And the Power of Sarcasm!  And...um...some other stuff.

So basically, that's what's been going on.  Work is good, school is good, and I procrastinate too much.

(oh, and just so you know, that part about my Lasso of Truth was a lie.  I just wanted you to think that I'm cool.  Sorry, guys.)

(it just occured to me that it's kinda funny that I lied about my Lasso of Truth.  Ha.)

(oh, but I do have the Power of Sarcasm.  In case you didn't know.)

(Enough with the parenthesis!  Good lord, I abuse these things.)

...and everyone lived happily ever after!  Except for that jerk who gave everyone wedgies.  And who wants him to live happily ever after, anyway?

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