Gemological Goddess

A few more then a few years ago I was walking by Julliard in Manhattan when I passed Nathan Lane. It was striking in that he was very Nathan Lane-y and pretty much how I expected him to look in real life based on the movies and theatre he has done and his general presence.

I was immediately reminded of this encounter when my sister sent me ( This: )

In other news, tomorrow I am taking the Basic Skills test. I have to be there at 7:15. In the morning. NOT COOL!

And I can't bring mechanical pencils. Distressing for so many reasons. I took another practice test today and it didn't go as well (I did still pass, though). To be fair, the book I took the test from is chock full of typos so I am absolutely taking that score with a grain of salt. I'm just looking forward to it being over with.

I'm going to try to go to bed at a decent time tonight because my alarm is already set for 5:00am. And then I have to go and think. THINK! I don't even know what these testing people are thinking.

( Beyond this cut there be pictures. Not so much dial-up friendly )

So, there you are. PK is growing in leaps and bounds.

It is awesome.

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In other news, I took the practice test for the Basic Skills Test today and did a pretty good job with 110 out of 125 questions correct. The test is in three parts and if I had gotten, like 15 wrong in one part and 100% on the other two I might be a little bit more worried (read: blind panic) but it was pretty evenly spaced, so now my panic is just there. Stress and anxiety to pass the week. Also, this doesn't include the written essay (as there isn't a way for the online computerized system to grade it) so I have that to worry about. But I have all week to read up on it. Woo! Library time!

Uh, that's all I've got for now. I think I'm going to hold off Seeing Eclipse for the third time until Saturday afternoon post-test. It'll be like a treat for me since I can't afford to see Tom Petty that night (boo!)

Alas, money doesn't fall from the sky. What're ya gonna do?

*TM sweet_ali

I'm going on vacation! From my . . . vacation.

Right.

Oh! But I am going to a vacation spot! It is on the lake in northern Michigan and it is all, vacationy. Also, it will be me and Sister and Brother and Brother-in-Law and Little Baby! And probably BiL's parents, nieces, nephew (he only has the one. But he has eight nieces, six of whom will be there).

I'm driving up with my brother tomorrow or Thursday and then back Sunday or Monday.

YAY! FUN! It'll be nice to get away and just chill and not be in a city and just change the environment in toto (it's gonna take a lot to take me away from you!)

Also, I went shopping today and found four (!) bathingsuits that are really good, though one my mom looked at and said it probably wasn't appropriate to show so much cleavage.

Now, I am almost definitely going to return two, because bathing suits are expensive, but I can't believe I have an option. Incredible.

So I am laundering and then dishing and then garbage and littering (cat, that is) and packing . . . tomorrow.

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Hey! I have serious problems in the heal of my left foot and it isn't going away (it's been three or four months). Other then see a foot doctor, which I will do eventually, I'm sure, and icing and adviling, does any one have any idea for alleviating foot pain? I am using a Dr. Scholl's heal-pain gel thingee with nominal results and would really prefer something more like a donut or, I don't know, donut. It isn't a bone spur, I'm pretty sure, because it feels like deep bruising not sharp pain.

I just want the pain to stop! Make it go away!

Okay. That's it for now. Laundry awaits!

Today I had dinner with a friend and her Vice Cop fiancé gave me a ride home.

His comment: This is the first time I've had two women in the backseat of my car that weren't in handcuffs.

AWESOME!!!

I met abby20. FOR REAL!

She was down in Chicago and then jrs1980 was all, I wanna be in Chicago, too, and she came and bunked with me and on Monday night we went to the Cubs game and met ABBY!

Who is, in fact, as wonderful as she seems in the mysterious internet.

And then I got to see her again last night when Joy, Abby, eee1313, some other whore deeablo and I met up for Chicago-style pizza at Lou Malnadi's (mmmmmm, pizza).

Frankly, I laughed harder last night then I have in a good long while, which was a delight!

And then Joy introduced me to the joy (heh, see what i did there?) of a midnight movie screening.

Yeah, we hit Eclipse, which, HATERS, I totally liked so much more then I thought I would.

Also, OH MY JOSS THE TRAILER FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS! ON THE BIG SCREEN.

OH.

MY.

JOSS.

I don't even know how I am going to survive those movies. I just, I desperately want them to be now, but the sooner they arrive the sooner the series is COMPLETELY done and I can't even read anything on their last day of shooting for fear that I will just become catatonic or something.

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On Friday I am taking a lil' thing I like to call a bus down to a lil' place I like to call Indianapolis to meet a few amazing people I like to call sunbrae, juliedarling and ghoulchick and I AM LOVING THIS WEEK!

I have known Abby and Ghoul for years and now I am finally meeting BOTH of them! And I get to spend time with Julie which I haven't done before (just a brief introduction in passing, SOB).

And I get to see more ECLIPSE, WOO! I love me some hot, sparkling Vamp-meat. Mmmmmmmmmm, RPatz.

All in all, all is good.

Well, except my sister has the audacity to go on a 3+ week vacation to Michigan and TAKE MY NEPHEW WITH HER!!!

Who does she thing she is? His mother???

Oh wait . . .

Anyway, I am about to go in to serious Little Baby withdrawal, depending on only the kindness of sisters and their picture-texts.

I have woe.

Also, I have pretty much called DIBS on him for all of tomorrow (until tomorrow night when I finally get to go watch the first three eps of True Blood, S3, YAY!)

So, that's all for now.

xoxoxoxoxo

Pierce, bless his sixteen-week-old (!) heart, has a new past time I like to call, "scream his fool head off for no discernible reason and then pretend to calm down until you lull Su-Su and Aunt Annie into a false sense of calm and start it over again". It is really just the saddest thing I have ever seen. The poor little boo is either dealing with some separation anxiety (though Jenny can't always calm him down) or having some tummy problems or something because he was just so sad today and when he is so sad all I want to do it FIX IT and I can't and I am really looking forward to him developing a vocabulary.

In the mean time I rock him and change his diapers more then necessary and change his clothes and feed him and make sure I ALWAYS HAVE AN EXTRA SUCKY and love this little perfect boy more then I ever thought I could.

Even when he won't stop screaming his fool head off.

Poor lil' guy. =(

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I spent some time at Marshall Pierce today. Even with all of the anxiety of no steady income and no security and no clue what my future holds I and so freaking thrilled to be out of that place i can hardly stand it. I have less then no regrets. I have nothing but joy.

Hi thirty-four! It's a pleasure to meet you! I hope we have a lovely year together full of fun and happiness and some sex would not be untoward, either.

Just sayin' . . .

My birthday was a lovely day with a nice lazy morning followed by quality (screaming) baby time followed by lunch with Mom, Jenny and (no longer screaming) baby and then shopping. Miserable, long, disheartening shopping. Somewhat successful, though, which was good. It was my birthday present from my Mombo. Yipee! New clothes! It has been some time since I've had 'em.

Then Mom, Jenny, PK and I met Bob, David and Jack at Stanley's for dinner and celebration and Blackhawks watching.

Can can I just say: thank you for the wonderful birthday present, Hawks!

Though the last fifteen minutes of the game were painful to watch.

We didn't stay at the bar for the whole game, mostly because Little Baby was there and while he was snoozing like a champ, Jenny was getting worried that the noise would get to him. Which is fair, I think.

I got clothes and True Blood S2 and it was a wonderful day, indeed.

And I finally had Stanley's fried chicken and it was delicious. Mmmmmmmmm, chicken.

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The application process for National-Louis is well under way. I got a letter in the mail yesterday (which means I have it in writing; I received an email confirming the same on Tuesday) saying that I have fulfilled all of my undergraduate course requirements which means I don't have to scramble to find a Summer course in the next, like, week. And tomorrow I am taking the Miller Analogies Test which is the lesser of two testing evils (I'm taking the Illinois Basic Skills Test on July 17th). The good news is that I only need to get, like, a 33% to pass the test (33 questions out of 100. Math I can do!) The bad news (on a personal level) is that I have taken some practice tests, including a fifty question test from National-Louis, and while I certainly passed the state standards I still only got the equivalent of a 64% which is a freaking D! I am better then a D, damn it!

Well, maybe not so much with analogies. I freaking suck at analogies. But I kind of hoped I'd grown out of it.

Apparently not so much.

So, I am not in a blind panic but I am not feeling all that confident, either. Stupid tests. Fortunately when I get into school I will never have to take another test again. Right? Right . . ?

Hello?

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Tonight I am spending time with my best guy PK because Jenny and Jack have some something to do somewhere and my mom is also doing something somewhere and we don't want to use the evil perfect babysitter Jodi if we don't have to because she is an RN and, frankly, mom and I are a bit threatened.

I wanted to spend time just chillin' with PK yesterday, but it really wasn't in the cards (see above re: screaming) so hopefully tonight we can mellow-out and watch TV.

Or he'll scream again and we spend four hours walking around the apartment.

Either way, good times.

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Thank you for my lovely birthday wishes and happy Thursday to all!
xoxo

And my 'that' I mean the last three and a half years of my life.

I am done.

DONE!

ME! Free agent! I should totally go hook up with LeBron.

Before the money panic sets in (which it will in, oh, three days) let us reflect on freedom and Summer vacation.

Gosh, they rock.

Does a three-day weekend count when you don't have anything to do on the other end?

Fo' shiz, though, I am taking about twelve days to be a bum, through my birthday, and then I am going to start setting my alarm again. The last time I was out of work for such a length of time, oh wow, I met a whole bunch of you! Which isn't where I'm going with this but does make me optimistic about this time without work. But anyway, the last time this happened I became nocturnal which is something I am hoping to avoid.

Hence the alarm.

Also, it turns out the people I work(ed) with are afraid I am going to starve in the next week which is the only explanation I can think of for the GIANT Cookies By Design bouquet, the free lunch (which enough for mad leftovers), the tub of Garrett's (Chicago mix) and the Edible Arrangement a customer brought me (srsly- he also brought me a $50 AmEx gift card. And he teared up).

But the most important thing is

I'M FREE!!!!!!!!!!

Which I imagine will be a novelty for about two weeks or so.

Anywhoodle.

xoxo for all your love and support.

BRING ON THE SUMMER!

Like how when I go out with a guy and have a mediocre time and don't want to see him again and then he says, "hey! I want to see you again", and I say, "well, yeah, I think maybe no", and then he says, "well, you're not so much my type either" and then I say, "OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?!?"

. . .

. . . yeaaaaaaaaaaah.

So I am trying to be over the fact that I'm not the type of this guy who I am completely uninterested in and really we were doomed from the start because he's a pilot and I loathe flying.

In other news,FOUR FREAKING DAYS, OMJ!!!!!!!!

I can totally last four more days, I'm pretty sure. Maybe.

Also, I had my last appointment with my therapist today (she's graduating) and it was sad because she was pretty great and she also got me a little plant which was so sweet and she said it represents my transition into newer and better things and when I nurture and care for the plant I should remember to nurture and care for myself and now I have pressure not to kill the plant which is a problem because, frankly, I kill plants.

Hot Eric icon because True Blood s2 is out tomorrow and I am excited to not watch it in crappy youtubed pixellation.

Oh! Fun! I submitted my final application to National-Louis today and about ten minutes after I submitted it - when it was completely and totally irretrievable and out of my hands and control - I realized that I spelled National-Louis wrong in the written statement.

Twice.

The statement that says why I want to apply to this particular school and why I want to be a teacher and I can't even spell the damn school's name correctly (I spelled it National Lewis).

This was embarrassing.

So I emailed the school and they were cool and told me to just send along the corrected copy and at least I caught it, even if it was after the fact, but still.

Egg, meet face.

And I want to educate your children.

The moral of the story is:

Four more days.

And I have a 90 minute massage on Wednesday night.

The end.