Grad School

Is taking over my life. But tonight I'm studying for an undergraduate test, and I'm mad that I can't be working on grad school.

Anyone surprised at the lack of updates now?

First Day of Autumn

Summer has officially ended, and the round of school, work, and grad school applications grows ever larger and more threatening, a dark cloud on the horizon of my daily life.

I have very little time to write anymore, and must cram in what I can in odd minutes and snatched seconds, sometimes early in the morning like now, sometimes late at night when the clock is counting down to dawn.

I must admit that I am excited for this Autumn, and even more for her sister Winter. The sooner I get through this season and the next the sooner I will have the business of applying and being accepted to graduate school over with, and can move on to the actual work. Is it strange that I'm more interested in getting my last year of undergrad over with than holding on and enjoying the last months of relative freedom?

The clock ticks on and I have class to get to, more later. Au revoir!

what a concept!

We could all use a little change.

I stepped outside early last Tuesday morning and felt the distinct timbre of Autumn lingering in the chilly air. I did not expect her here so early, but I don't regret her advent as I used to. I love Summer the best, but I begin to see the positive qualities of her sisters, and enjoy each in their turn.

The first football game is over, and a second cupcake approaches. The smell of grilling and spilt beer seems to linger over campus for the weekend, and on Monday all traces erase themselves neatly as harassed students once more rush to and from class.

I look forward to a semester of friends, football, and a great deal of hard work, and look forward more eagerly to spring semester when the applications will be turned in, and all I need to do is tie myself into knots worrying about where I got in and if I got any funding.

weather report

Today I laid aside my books for a ten minute respite in the form of venturing down to the mailboxes. I stepped outside and took a minute to breathe in the fresh, soft air, and notice with pleasure the gentle warmth even with the sun almost set, and the kind breeze dancing with scents of summer.

The tennis courts sound with the lazy thuds, and laughter and splashing emanates from the pool area; a wood fire is burning, so someone must be grilling their dinner tonight.

There is no mail, but I don't regret the reprieve. Grocery shopping earlier was fun, but the blazing midday bore no resemblance to this soft pre-dusk. The Florida sky, pale, blue and hung with a ghostly halfmoon is dotted with soft clouds on the horizon. The trees and neatly kept grass wave slowly in the breeze as small birds and squirrels hop to and fro gathering their evening repast.

I wish that I too could sport in the pool as the sun sinks to his daily death, but piles of work remain, and pleasure is but a secondary concern in the autumn of the year.

obsessed

Late nights in the smoky bars, rollicking crowds and skinny boy bands; I lean against the wall with my beer and see him across the room. The smile lights his face as he sees me and we meet in the middle. He remembers my name; I ask about his album that dropped the day before. He has a new one coming out soon, the man never sleeps.

Our conversation is a mere ripple in the room between the riffs and bass heavy beats. My peacocking goes unnoticed as the singer falls to his knees for the refrain, music is the lifebeat of the night.
Friends come and go flittering through the crowd, hugs and kisses, xoxo, numbers exchanged and promises of parties and movies and nights out by all and sundry. I long for my camera, but it's at home and unreachable.

Show to bar, abandoned with a psychology major, make good my escape, my lover in the inner room, his posse at his side, I settle for a snuck kiss and a whispered promise, although with him I've learnt to accept the kiss and ignore the promise.

Driving home, windows down, music blaring I turn off the radio and put his EP on. Sing to me boy, you'll never hold me in your arms but I'll have you sing me to sleep whether you will or no.

Sweet dreams baby...

Drop everything

Worked 6 to close today, then closed as quickly as possible, took me 25 minutes. I'm exhausted.

I don't mind working fast food - now that there is no drive through to make my life hell - but the smell is by far the worst part. I don't mind when I'm there, but after driving home and smelling myself all the way, I rush into my room, throw my clothes on the floor and get in the shower and scrub away the grease.

I like most of the people who come in; some are annoying and act like I'm a servant, or mumble and act offended when I don't hear them, but the rest are very nice, and one or two are absolute angels. It's nice coming by my filthy lucre honestly.

Wine Cellar?

Watching DIY Network, just saw a special on this couple who dropped $6,400 to build a personal 90 case wine cellar in their home. I quickly did some math and realized that if they were to fill that cellar with only $15 bottles of wine, the cost of filling it would be $16,200 BEFORE tax, which comes to $17,334 after tax!

I would love a wine cellar, but I don't know that I'll ever make enough to require one. Maybe I can have a wine wall? Or a row of those little wine chilling refrigerators...ah the booze possibilities are endless!