Busy

Well, hello world. It's been a long time, but since I can't find another excuse to keep myself from going to bed, I'll post. My lack of post-age can easily be attributed to the busy pace everything has been at for a few months now. Everyone (anyone who reads anyway) already knows that the wedding date has moved up to July 23rd. I could not foresee the stress that this would cause. Trying to do this while finishing up school, and forever gaining more responsibility at work is pure hell. I don't remember what I once looked forward to about wedding planning, but that feeling has left (at least temporarily) the building. I'm hoping that once we get the major stuff arranged, that it will slow down a bit. Am I the only one who wakes up in the middle of the night with random thoughts about how I can decorate the pots for my do it yourself favors? Anytime you want to elope, babe...I'm game.

In other news, I think Eric mentioned in his blog that we went to see Wicked over the weekend. Please don't pay attention to his lackluster reviews...it was amazing. It was certainly nothing like the book, but as long as you keep an open mind about how impossible and less theater-worthy an exact rendition of the book would have been, you should enjoy it. The costumes, props, and voices were amazing. I can't wait until it comes back so I can get tickets to see it again.

Life is hectic, and I can't even begin to apologize to all my friends for my lack of presence in their lives. I guess I should get used to the idea that there will probably never be enough time to get everything done again.

Good night.

Well, I just found out that UCF has cancelled classes tomorrow, and I've given up on the project I was working on for the afternoon. I'm pleased that I don't have to drive to Orlando with tropical force winds, and I'll cross my fingers that we don't lose power tomorrow. Last night I took a break from the project to spend some quality time with Gina and Ann, two of my best friends. We drove over to the University of Tampa to see her apartment (she's a resident director there), ate at Ciccio and Tony's in downtown (mmmm!), and returned to her apartment to watch Saturday Night Live. I feel that I've really neglected my friends over the past two years while I've tried to finish up graduate school, and it was much needed time together. Although, I must say that I felt in the minority since I was the only "attached" one of this particular trio, and I felt kind of guilty the entire night that I'm with Eric, I have an idea about what my future holds, and I am generally very happy. I love my friends very much though, and I thoroughly enjoyed Estrogenfest 2005.

Well, I'd just like to say, in the words of my true love, that I'm feeling quite fansupertastic today. The midterms looming over my head for the past two weeks are over, and the results were quite good--A's on both. Considering what's happened in the past month, I am on cloud nine. Work is better now that I'm not stressing so much about stupid multiple choice tests, and I feel like I leave with a sense of accomplishment. Of course, this may be self-delusion in part due to the fact that I spend about 10 minutes each morning making a list of the tasks I wish/need to accomplish during the day, and the rest of the day adding trivial things that I've already done and marking them off excitedly.
Oooh, I just remembered. I did have something rather strange happen when I got to work this morning and I'd like to get some input. I checked my voicemail this morning, and was surprised to get a message from someone I haven't talked to in oh.......five years or so. My ex-boyfriend's mother. This may not seem significant, but Kevin was my first boyfriend who I dated for the last two years of high school, who convinced me to go to USF (where he was), and who dumped me shortly after the fall semester of my freshman year began. I always felt that his mom didn't like me very much, and I distinctly remember her screaming at me one time, but she and his dad always treated me like one of their own. They carted me places before I could drive, they always paid my way, and I was always included in family (and extended family) functions. Her message said that she was interested in working there, and that she wanted to know if I liked it or not. I'm torn as to whether or not I should call her back. Even though Kevin and I have recently resolved past issues, he even "came out" to me, and everything is peachy, I still feel a little weird calling my very long time ago boyfriend's mom to give her career advice. What should I do?

The impending doom of studying for my advanced social psych midterm has inspired me to post. I don't know exactly what to say, since it seems that the last year or so has been a complete blur. Between work, school, trying to plan a wedding and a future, and trying to see Eric at least once a month, it leaves very little time to reflect and regroup. It's certainly wearing me down...and I'm afraid that people are becoming rather frustrated with me and my never ending sickness. I'm useless at home, lethargic at work, and behind in classes. The only reassuring thought is that we will be boarding a plane for a real live vacation on December 8th. If I can make it to December, everything will be o.k.

I think that most of the problem is my lack of Eric. After being virtually inseparable for two years, the year and some odd months apart is trying to say the least. And it's not that I think that our situation is infinitely worse than anyone else's. Other people deal with it and get on with their lives, but somehow I can't function when he leaves. I'm absolutely miserable and I know that I'm just not me without him.

Oh well...I should study. Hope everyone is well and didn't catch my germs this weekend.