I don't know why this bears mentioning...I'm starting to get this itch to get my boogie on. Maybe it's because I can actually sleep in a little bit during the week, since I don't have class until 10, and if I want to go into the clinic before then, I can, but it's not mandatory.
I think keeping a 2.5 hour class OVER time on the first day is sadistic. What the hell?
My car has recently been in the shop. When I first bought it, I had millions of problems with it, but since that time, about 4 years ago, I haven't had a single problem. Until now. I had named it "Diva" back in the day, since she was so tempermental. I had to have the spark plugs replaced yesterday, and I'm half-tempted to change her name to "Sparky." Just because I think it's a fun name.
Wouldn't you expect that, since I have slacked off in my updating, I'd have more things to report on? Maybe my life is getting boring.
People have always told me that if you stop drinking soft drinks, you lose a bunch of weight. Well, since the whole kidney stone incident, I've had the equivalent of about 2 soft drinks. I don't think I've lost a single pound. Maybe I lost it in my toe.
Casey and I recently went to Priscilla's, which is Lexington's latest adult bookstore. The weird thing about it was...the clientele was just a little too upscale for me. I like frequenting porn stores with people wearing trenchcoats. I like people who clearly had too much to drink about 4 hours ago, but kept on going. That's what I like. I like porn store workers who have a maximum of four of their own teeth, the rest missing or gold-capped.
I think I'll stick to Video Max for now.
You know what I can't wait for? Central air.
But I'm sad that I'm going to have to get into the habit of wearing clothes around my apartment again. Because I don't think that the gay boyfriend would be so much down with seeing my ass every day.
My father finally "officially" proposed to his girlfriend recently, so now I can tell people. You know, because I was doing such a great job of keeping it a secret before. I have this weird feeling that Matt's going to try to hit on my step-brother-to-be. Don't get me wrong, this kid is freaking hot - why else would I have dated him back in the day? - but I am going to have to learn to look at him in a different way. And I know my boy's raging libido. It's too much, even for me.
Oh, hi! I got a 4.0. I'd like to reiterate that. I had the worst semester of my life, both pertaining to my physical AND emotional well-being, and still managed to pull the 4.0 out of my ass.
It kind of makes me wonder if I really did pull it off, or if my teachers were just grading me easier. I have been thinking that way because a couple of my classmates were complaining about how hard one of our teachers had graded them, and I just didn't feel that way.
I don't know. Self-doubt, thy name is Alyssa. I could get a full scholarship to the most prestigious program in the country, and I'd still question my abilities and intelligence.
Also, here's the question of the day: One of my classmates was talking to me about Ph.D. school. To be honest, I've never been the kind of person who wanted her own private practice or anything like that. I don't really want to be some big director of an agency. All I really want to do, at least right now, is work for a community agency, like the PRIDE center, and I don't think I need a doctorate to do that. In fact, I have a feeling that it might make me overqualified, and they wouldn't be able to pay me. On the other hand, for my own ego, I'd like to be "Doctor Bradley." And I wonder if I'm selling myself short by not pursuing a degree that I know I could get if I tried. Maybe I just don't want to do the work.
Plus, Lexington has become my home. At this point, I don't want to think about leaving, at least for a while. I mean, I just signed a lease on an amazing apartment with a great deal with my best friend, and I am happy. But what if I can't find a job here? And I have no desire to get my Ph.D. at UK. This school has royally dicked me over one time too many.
See what I mean about the self-doubt? I guess I wish I knew what I'd be doing in five years. If I thought I had a prospect of a relationship, or a job opportunity here, I'd love to stay. But I don't have that guarantee.
Am I still talking? Geez. I'm going to stop now, because even I'm starting to bore myself.
I can't believe I forgot to mention this! Congratulations to the couples in MA! Thank God we've got some semblance of progress in this damn country.
That is all. Perhaps I'll update in another 4-7 days.
Fin.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23