If you squint real hard and look at the screen from an angle, this almost looks like a blog post.

Oh friends, I am ner-vous. I cannot tell you why exactly because I'm being weird and superstitious about it and I feel like I'll jinx myself if I disclose information, but I will give you these words as clues: conference, lots of people, in charge, me, why, don't know, send help, maybe a cold compress.

Sufficed to say, I cannot wait until its over. If you see me skipping down the lane Monday morning with a spring in my step and a song on my lips you'll know why! (Hint: its not because I love Mondays.)

In other news, my cell phone was stolen. At a Borders. While I was distracted by someone else stealing my sunglasses. It's not important, the real issue is how much I CARE that I don't have my cell phone anymore. You'd think Miss Who Needs Communication With The Outside World would be all over a stolen phone! Perfect excuse not to call people back! But no. I hate hate hate not having a phone. Partly because I had all kinds of necessary calls to make this week, but mostly because I have grown accustomed to putting in reminders every time I make plans to do something, and so all day long I get happy little beepy reminders of where I'm supposed to be and what I'm supposed to be doing. I even get fifteen minute warnings! I've grown to rely on ol' Celly, and now? I don't know whether I'm coming or going. I spend most of the day wandering around in a daze wondering if perhaps I have school today? Dr's appointment? How do I know I wasn't supposed to have some sort of power lunch with my attorneys and I just forgot? I mean, to my knowledge I don't have attorneys and lunch usually consists of peanut butter and jelly, but this is just the kind of information I would entrust to Celly! It's a hard life I lead, but fortunately I'm very long suffering.

And now, because even though I'm hiding it really well I'm still nervous about my weekend, I think we should play a game called you guys tell me what fun things YOU are doing this weekend, so I can jump ship and play with you instead. I mean, calm my nerves or something.

Solid Gold Baby!

Honest to goodness I planned on immediately updating a list of five things I was good at so as to balance things out, but clearly that didn't happen. So instead how about a random update about my life featuring excessive exclamation points?

Surprise! I'm going to grad school! I want you to know that I'm doing this grudgingly. I don't want you to think I'm not still very upset that the fancy job, solid gold house and snazzy dental plan I was ASSUMING were going to show up after I got my bachelors degree never materialized. Oh I gave it a fair chance, I've been waiting for almost a year now but the C.F.S.G.H. (Committee For Solid Gold Houses) has yet to contact me. Lucrative as substitute teaching is, I decided it was time for a change. And so, after attatching a crisp twenty to my application, I was accepted into a counseling program for the fall! I'm excited, I think. I'm glad to have a plan again, and I was really happy to have the summer off to have the maximum amount of fun before signing my life away for the next to years. Imagine my heartbreak when I discovered on Friday that while the program itself doesn't start until September, I have three prerequisites I have to take this summer. RUDE! I just keep telling myself that two years isn't that long, and then I'll have a masters to hang on the fridge. (And thats probably when the house shows up right?)