I need to stop posting

Christina (11:53:32 PM): how do i stop being stressed out in life
Ryan (11:55:48 PM): find religion

I have two questions to ponder at the moment:
01. Wow, is it really 5th week already?
02. How is it only 5th week?

Okaaaay, back to work.

EDIT: Which part of “I need to stop posting” do I not understand? Just wanted to note that I half-assedly tried to quit my job last week in hopes that I’ll have more time to do everything else and my boss was giving me this crap about how much they liked me, I was the best one there, and blah blah blah. He was even willing to give me a couple of months off if I wanted it. Okay, what was I supposed to say to that? I’m such a pushover. I should’ve said something along the lines of, “WELL MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE YOU DON’T PAY ME ENOUGH??” In the end I only reduced my hours by 4-5. UGH.

EDIT 2: I just recalled that I actually TRIED to quit my job at the bank during my freshman year of college because of transportation issues. I don’t know how, but they convinced me to stay and offered to give me rides back to the dorm if I needed them. I ended up staying there for three years and as a result ruined my chances of getting involved more with school.

ASC

Oh by the way, the probability of traveling to St. Louis in November has gotten much higher. I just received an email from ASC (American Society of Criminology) informing me that our proposal was accepted. When I approached my advisor at the beginning of last quarter asking to simply help out as a research assistant (read: data entry, more or less bitch work), I was not expecting to co-write a paper with her or to take her graduate seminar.

I wouldn’t even have entertained the idea of attending a conference, let alone presenting at one.  Think about all the criminologist celebrities I’d get to meet! OMGOMGOMG

Bearcat’s magic kingdom!

Bear tends to eat her food too fast and then throws up all over the carpet. I’d like to think that it’s because she’s eaten too fast. It looks like a long piece of turd made of half-digested Iams. This happens maybe once or twice a week. I wonder if this is normal?

Other than that she’s a nice cat. She’s been filling out nicely. Not fat, nor affectionate yet. Independence is key. Case in point: Chris and I bought a harness and leash for her a couple of weeks ago because we thought it’d be fun to walk her. It did not go over too well. End result: lots of squirming, scratching, and cowering in the bushes. I’ve yet to make a second attempt, and I doubt it’s going to happen anytime soon.

I want to get her a friend. I’m beginning to wonder more and more if I am, in fact, going to end up as a crazy cat lady.

To-do list for life

She’d been complaining about “sexual side effects” from her medication for a while now. I left a message on her machine this morning telling her to call me back so that we could talk about what the doctor said. Her fiance called two hours later and said that she passed away at 10:30 this morning. She was forty-six.

She was also taking a cocktail of various medications. Having dealt with insurance companies regarding authorizations for even more medication, I’d noticed that she was on ten different drugs prescribed by the psychiatrist alone. She was bipolar and had a history of PTSD. She was also extremely friendly to work with.

I didn’t even know this person and a huge wave of sadness came over me. What struck me as impressive was the way in which her fiance was dealing with the situation. He was going on about how he should’ve married her when he had the chance, all the while throwing out various cliches such as “seize the day.” He seemed calm, composed, and I couldn’t believe that he was making all these phone calls to her doctors and everyone else who needed to know just a mere four hours later.

And with that I’m going to call everyone whom I haven’t talked to in months, book that ticket to San Francisco, (finally) get that Disneyland pass, and I’m seriously considering signing up for Bikram yoga.

Broseph

I thought it might be important to note that this weekend I saw a 3-year old with a t-shirt that said, “Bro in training.” Seriously?

I suppose it could be up there with the thongs marketed for 5-year olds at Abercrombie. That is no joke, either. Have you seen the CEO? Here, I’ll save you the trouble:

Mike Jeffries, everybody. He’s 61, by the way.

Number five

We witnessed my contribution to Open Diary at the ripe age of fourteen, and then subsequently switching over to LiveJournal. While away in Denmark I started a Blogspot account [hellocopenhagen.blogspot.com] for those at home who wanted to see if I was particularly living it up overseas. It was quite successful, actually, until I came home and realized that I couldn’t keep updating my Danish blog if I wasn’t in Europe anymore… As a result came another Blogspot account to document my life [or lack thereof] for my friends overseas. Well, that lasted a whole week, because I made broken promises to update with a new visual at least every other day. [Note to self: Do NOT make promises unless I do intend to keep them. Even when I am more than positive I won't, in fact, keep them.] I’m still updating LiveJournal this whole time, but friends lists are more of a hassle when you have to keep yourself censored. Quite frankly, it wasn’t a place for me to vent anymore- granted that I stayed loyal to it for a good seven years (!).

So this is number five. Let’s see how this goes. Isn’t that the general trend, anyway? Open up numerous accounts at various weblogging sites and fail to even contribute one entry. The stats feature of this portal is what had me sold, initially. Thank you, Albert. I was talking to a roommate about how I haven’t felt inspired to write since high school. Consider this a blank page; this will document the last months of my undergraduate career as I am simultaneously being thrown out into the “real world”: A year off to apply to graduate schools (?!?), work (insert more ?!?’s), have a good time.