hodge podge

Just a quickie update. (Who doesn't love a quickie?)

This weekend is part one of two of "The Big Moves." (Dun-du-dun!)

It is the completion of moving all my crap-ola into my parent's garage and moving back into my old room for two weeks. (As a refresher: the reason I am doing this is because my landlords decided to be poo heads and wanted a full month's rent for the month of August even though there is nothing in the lease agreement that states this. Why didn't I argue with them? No time to argue. I believe in picking my battles and this wasn't one I wanted to fight. I just "found" my copy of the lease agreement yesterday. A.k.a. I had a brain storm and bypassed my landlords who aren't returning my calls and went straight to the rental/management company and they faxed me a copy of my lease.)

Doncha just love a brainstorm?

I am officially down to three jobs.

(Whoo-hoo!)

I finished one proctor gig and the transcription gig and the gig last night. That leaves me with: full-time (not so secret) profession, one proctor gig, one mentoring gig.

With all of the "extra" funds my savings account looks quite nice.

All of those "extra" funds will be gone by mid-October due to bills and a payment needed for Budapest.

Last night I got to play teacher.

No.

I mean, I actually got to be a teacher.

Just for one night, but it was awesome.

It might have been awesome cause it is not something I get to do very often.

Okay, last night was officially the first time.

I was so in my perfect element with this class. We discussed the play "End Game" by Samuel Beckett.

They told me they hadn't read it before class.

Yeah.

You're not getting off that easy. I guess that means we will have to read it out-loud in class then.

We discussed, existentialism, God, the universe, the war, mortality, religion, changing ideals, ect.

I love college students.

A little over a week ago I received a phone call that completely turned my pissy mood around and was exactly what I needed to move ahead.

London called me.

Completely out of nowhere in the middle of my work day London was on my phone. I simply got up from my desk, walked outside and had a wonderful and lovely conversation as if I had just seen him hours before.

I don't believe in anything as hokey as closure. So it isn't that, but it was what I needed. It was a little, "thank you" note for my heart and for my mind.

I don't want to talk anymore about it because I think it loses its simplicity and loveliness by doing so.

The new chapter in my life starts in exactly 14 days.

I have too much going on and too much stress to really be excited about this. Something about working six jobs, taking two classes, and moving twice. That might have something to do with it.

Not sure.

But maybe.

Other than the Yankee and Red Sox games I went to in May I haven't been to a single baseball game this season.

That makes me sad.

I am missing my boys of summer.

Not to mention my beer and hot dog consumption is way down.

The fact that August is going to be here next week? Ho-lee-crap. Where did the summer go?

My family is throwing me a going away party next weekend.

I will be buying water balloons and lots of alcohol will be present.

The stories of, "My Family the Geniuses" with commence shortly thereafter I am sure.

I was told by a student that I have become very sarcastic this summer.

I replied with, "Really? You think I've just become sarcastic?"

Notice how I replied to the comment about being sarcastic with sarcasm. (I thought it was a nice touch.)

I received a "B" in my econ class.

I am very proud of this achievement.

It's a bit below my standards, but I am very pleased with this considering everything I have going on, how burnt out on school I am, and how I've never taken an econ class before.

So. Go, me.

I am only in the middle of the latest Harry Potter book.

Do NOT tell me anything about it.

I can only steal a few minutes here and there to read it.

However, last night I had to make myself put the book down and go to bed.

Oh, I do love it when a book has that kind of power on me.

I feel like I've been on a continuous countdown since December.

Counting down until London left.

Counting down until I was finished with school.

Counting down until I left for Greece.

Counting down until I heard about grad school.

Counting down until the end of the semester.

Counting down until I move this weekend.

Counting down until my last day at work.

Counting down until I move/move.

Counting down until grad school starts.

Then I am sure it will be a countdown until I leave for Budapest.

And then a countdown until I am finished with the first semester in December.

Do you ever feel like you're on a perpetual countdown?

Isn't life just one big countdown?

Does anyone else have the song, "Final Countdown" in their head right now?

If so, I apologize.

Because it is stuck in mine.

And it is a sucky song.

Why is it that only the sucky songs get stuck in our heads?

Or is it that even the good songs become sucky songs after the same lyrics go round and round in your head for hours on end?