A Few Snowpocolypses Later...

And it's mid-March. In fact, it's bordering on the end of March. Winter has continued to bother us all up here in the Great White North. In fact, February was one of the snowiest months on record here in Michigan. How ridiculous is that?

Needless to say, we're all really really really done with winter. (that being said, i hear there's supposed to be snow on Tuesday. no, i don't want to talk about it)

In the meantime? I continue to go to school. It's still deliciously nerdy, but I've come to severely dislike one of my professors. It's to the point where I've altered my summer plans and now will not be taking a summer class because I don't want to spend 8 weeks in a room with her. Three days a week for hours on end. It's bad enough as it is, you know?

Otherwise? I don't do all that much. I started an online dating profile.
Oh. My. God. There are no words for how ridiculous and absurd and silly and all around odd that's been. I have yet to net myself any dates.
I also have yet to truly net myself anyone who can construct an entire sentence (or two) without some sort of tragic misstep of either A) "HEY SHAWTY, WHAT U DOIN?" or something like B) "reading, splling and typing n complete thots is hard. there4, i don't"

Both of these make my grind my teeth.

Touche Emily.
Your turn for an update.

SNOWPOCOLYPSE

Let us begin with saying, I'm done with this photo shit. Maybe I'll do one at the start of every month.
I also should apologize for calling out Emily on not photo-ing. Apparently we had a bit of a mis-communication and she is photo-ing on a different blog, and not photos of herself.
Who knew? (Not me. Not then, anyway)

Let's fast forward about a month, shall we?

Grad school is so deliciously nerdy. I spend my time thinking about different languages, vowel systems, language acquisitions, motivating connections between polysemous words, and it's so delicious. Sometimes it gives me a headache. But then I get excited that I liked something enough and thought about it enough to make my head hurt. (I know, right?)

In more pressing news, a SNOWPOCOLYPSE is slated to hit the MI area sometime tomorrow. I'm sort of hoping it'll really dump on us, and it'll do it in a timely fashion. Despite my love of school, everyone likes a snow day.
Frankly-between you and me-I don't think I have that kind of luck. But a girl can dream, right?

Michigan in the midst of a SNOWPOCOLYPSE is hilarious. It's always as if we've never seen snow before in our little Northern lives. I just hope that I don't actually have to venture out in it. The shenanigans that people pull give me a headache and raises my blood pressure.
I don't appreciate it.

I'll report in after the SNOWPOCOLYPSE hits. I've got a shovel. And a snowblower. And a full fridge. I'm not worried.

Christmastime Is Here

The other night I watched "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and was struck by the fact that Christmastime is, in fact, here.

Also, Michigan got dumped on in a little mini-blizzard and that too, brought home the whole "Christmas" thing. We didn't get it as bad as Minnesota, but still. It took my dad nearly an hour to go ONE mile.
Needless to say, I stayed home.

Now, for those keeping score at home, I have been posting photos of the holiday shenanigans going on here in the Great White North on my brand new Tumblr. I've been posting some of the more choice ones, and we've moved from the library to the kitchen in the geography of the house.

Later this week is our annual trip to Chicago to go visit the people who still live in the city. I'm really looking forward to it, it's always fun to see a real city all lit up and busy for the holidays.

Also, we eat tons of delicious food.

Because Emily Told Me To

Me: And now I have to go to bed. Because I have a confession. I have to work tomorrow.

Emily: WHAT

Me:at the coffee shop

Emily: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

Me: ...yes.

Emily: ALEXA NO
YOUR SOUL
IT WAS CRUSHED ONCE BEFORE THERE

Me: BABY NEEDS A PAYCHECK

Emily: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhh

Me: So Baby will go back there, until Patrick Swayze comes to say "Nobody puts Baby in a corner!"
...wait. Fuck.

Emily: LOL

Me: Regardless, I needs dollarz.
So I'll report in tomorrow about it. I'll even blog.



And on that note....bed.

Moving Forward and Why It Scares Me Shitless

As we have learned, I quit my job at the coffee shop last year. I put in my two weeks notice and my last day was over a week ago.

In the meantime, I was hired and then given no information on a new job. But that isn't the point of this entry.

I have now become "unemployed". I have joined Michigan's vast amount of unemployed people. And I am simultaneously terrified and unafraid. I know I can't go back to the coffee shop. The atmosphere is toxic to both me and the people around me. I become someone I don't want to be around, and I know how unhappy it makes me. In turn, I make most people around me miserable.

This is my declaration. There has to be a point where someone stands up and says "Enough." My life this year will be better for this and I know it.

I'm closing my eyes and jumping. I am saying "enough" and moving forward in the most scary and wonderful way.
I am unafraid. And I am scared shitless.

Promise to go on this ride as a group. It'll be fun. I swear.

2010 Bitches!

And I now will pop the cherry on the 2010 posting for this blog.

A few things-Christmas was delightful. I received a GPS to let me know where I am going while driving, which is nice. Especially since I tend to be clueless when driving. I hope it's sort of a metaphor for my life-while before I generally was lost, now I have some sort of direction.

On December 30, 2009 I had my last day of employment at the coffee shop. I had put in my 2 weeks notice, and it all came down to that fateful Wednesday. We should note that it was fantastic. While the job that I was hoping to get has sort of changed (a long story for an entry that isn't this one), I think this is the 2010 kick in the ass to change my life. Whether it be a new job, grad school or whatever. I need something else.

And on that note-your turn Emily. Pop that 2010 cherry. It's delightful, I swear.

Emily, The Couch Destroyer

I know, I know...we suck at updating, but I hope this tidbit is worthwhile:

Today, I disassembled a couch in the hallway. It was either that, or use some ropes to lift it out over the third-floor balcony.


My old roommate Lizzy has gotten married and moved out, so new roommate Tanya moved in. Today her furniture arrived—"adult furniture," if you will. As in, a real couch/chair/ottoman set, that is not from IKEA.

Amy's old white leather couch was slowly dying and sinking into itself, so it was time to say goodbye. But the couch wasn't ready to leave us. It fought its way out into the hallway, and refused to fit into the elevator at any angle. Then Amy informed us that they definitely hoisted it into the apartment with an improvised balcony rigging system.

So there it sat, in the middle of the third floor hallway, as we girls called/texted/facebooked for help. We were ready to rally up some troops to help with the balcony mission, when Amy got frustrated, grabbed a boxcutter knife, and attacked. She cut the back leather panel off the couch, then returned for a hammer. Soon we were hammering out the inner framework, ripping off the leather, and otherwise causing havoc in the hallway.

But we did it. We smashed off the end pieces and most of the back piece, until it was small enough to fit in the elevator.

Bye, bye, couch.