<edit> Went to dinner last night. It was weird. I don’t know why I’m posting about this. </edit>
Anyway. My Peace Corps preperations are well underway. I am now the proud owner of an easily packed non-stick frying pan, a Leatherman (yay!), polo shirts, and other assorted L.L.Bean goodness. There’s so much to do before I leave, and I’m really just not on the ball with it, if by “not on the ball with it,” I mean “getting everything that I can done and still falling behind because there just aren’t enough hours in the day.”
I’m so ready to go, and waiting five more weeks is going to drive me nuts!
I’ve moved back in with my parents, which is alternately comforting and depressing. Either way, I’m here until July 5, when staging begins in Philly. Yesterday I hit up the L.L.Bean factory store (read: outlet) for some Peace Corps junx, which wasn’t entirely an exersize in futility, but close. As it turns out, the factory store is great if you need cheap clothes, but not so great if you’re looking for specific things. Like Tevas. And a non-stick frying pan.
Anyway, down to the humongous LLBean store in Tyson’s Corner today with Mom. Yay Mom!
Singles look for love at megastores.
“A few years ago, when my friend was going through her divorce, I said to her: ‘If you want to meet guys, I don’t recommend a bar. But I do frequent Home Depot,’” Lawrence, N.Y., relationship expert Debbie Mandel said.
“And then before you knew it, people would come over and talk to you. You’re looking at tiles, they’re looking at tiles; you’re looking at silicon, they’re looking at silicon; you learn the best way to grout and put tile down, and when we went over to the garden center, there were a lot of men working.”
I am definitely hitting up Home Depot this weekend.
I am just too lazy to redesign from scratch. Expect some template tweaks over the next few days. I don’t like the way the links on the left work, nor the way it handles posts with no titles. I’d also like to redo the color scheme, but that’s gonna take some serious study of the layout and stylesheet. Whatever I end up doing, it’s going to have to wait a few days until I’ve packed, moved home, unpacked, and gotten settled at my parents’ place.
What? Theresa is moving home?
Yeah. I’m too poor to stay at school for just an extra month when I can sublet my room, and go home, where I no longer have to pay (as much) for rent, food, utilities, or even gas for my commute (Mom and I work together, so we’ll share a car too). Not only that, but I get to spend a serious chunk of time with my family before I leave. That’s important, as I discovered the last time I took off for the other side of the world.
Anyway, it’s going to be a busy month. Moving home. Party-party. Visit my grandparents. Hershey Park. Hang out like mad. Drum Corps and the 4th. Then I’m gone.
And that’s the coolest thought in the world.
Tina, a sorority sister and all around good-gal is heading out to Fiji on May 31st! She plans on using the aforelinked journal to keep in touch, and will have pictures up at webshots. Indeed. Good luck, girl scout!
The sun might not be so bad for you after all.
I could have told them that. :-p BRING ON THE SUNSHINE.
I am now the proud owner of a B.A. in Economics from the College of Behavioral and Social Sciences and a B.A. in French from the College of Arts and Humanities. That’s two degrees, in case anyone was wondering. Not a double major. Two degrees.
Thousands of dollars and five years later, I’m a damn college graduate. Hellsyeah.
I am relatively certain that the University of Maryland will be as pleased to see me go as I am pleased to leave. That said, if the fountains are soapy for graduation tomorrow, I have NO IDEA who did it. And I’m absolutely SURE that whomever did it was absolutely 100% sober at the time.
Jeuvenile? Absolutely. And since we all know I’m as far from jeuvenile as can be, it couldn’t possibly have been me. ;)
I’ve replied to my invitation. July 5, kids. I can’t wait.
Tonight: study break to bbq, get passport photos, white-out mistakes on visa app, FedEx packet, finish paper, study.
Thursday: 8am exam, study.
Friday: study, 10:30am exam, 1:30pm exam. Happy Hour at the Fe.
Saturday: wake up hungover, drive home to meet family for lunch, drive back to school, sit and stand around for a while, maybe listen to some speakers, toss my cap, freak out because HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I WILL BE A COLLEGE GRADUATE.
Sunday: wake up hungover again, roll over and go back to sleep.
The next few days are going to be absolutely insane, but when I throw my cap up into the air on Saturday night, it’ll have been well worth it.