We moved.
We live in Springfield.
Terrance works outside of Dayton, I work outside of Columbus. Its not ideal, but its preferable to unemployment. We're making it work.
Terrance cut the tip of his finger off at work.
I ran the Cooper River Bridge Run.
People are really into the Hunger Games.
that's kind of it for lately. the main reason that i got on today was that i've been making this mental list of stuff that I think are sort of rules of life (at least my life) and i wanted to share them:
1. if a motel advertises free cable on a sign outside, do not stay there
2. I think being chubby in high school and a funny adult are directly correlated. I think this because I am obviously both. Being a chubby adult gives you no benefit that I've been able to find, except maybe making your friends look thinner in photographs, which makes them like you more.
3. while online school is probably as hard as on campus school, it will never get the same respect, which makes it perfect for someone like me, who often sees herself as a martyr
4. instead of math and science, i think some people could really benefit from taking a few courses in being polite. If you think about it, no one is ever like "she's so sweet. she can calculate the log of X. I think I'll ask her to coffee" (i'm not saying that you shouldn't have any math and science. I'm just saying that once you hit like a calculus level, you're good. Theoretical physics is only useful for like 4% of the population. Being nice to others is useful for the other 96%. 96% is more than 4%. I know this because math is important to me, but so is being nice an polite and not huffing at people because they forgot to take their belt off in the security line at the airport).
5. no matter what neighborhood you are in, people from all socioeconomic backgrounds will stand outside at night for dairy queen.
6. i'm simultaneously jealous and judgmental of women who dress up to fly ("i mean, REALLY. look at those heels" and "i mean, really look at those HEELS")
7. sometimes i realize that i'll never actually realize some of my dreams and it makes me sad. like being a size 8 or living in new york or not worrying about money or seeing prague or paris or a costa rican rain forest. there's no "but then i think of how awesome my life really is and i feel better" end to that. i just get sad with the realization that i've made choices that have dictated that i can't do certain things and that sometimes, life just isn't fair. and then i have a diet coke and i get on with my day, which is what everyone else should do that doesn't live in a warzone. unless they're having a very rough day/week/month/year and then they can wallow. because everyone needs to do that sometimes. but if you do it, own it. take your clothes that button and/or zip off, load up a tray with snacks and a day's worth of diet coke and sit/lie in bed all day and watch a Ghost Whisperer marathon. cry for bit. the only thing worse than being consumed with self pity is not owning it. i, personally, own the shit out of mine. on a somewhat regular basis. if this blog is nothing else, its a testament to the fact that i have no issue feeling bad for myself and letting other people know about it.
8. i actually love the fact that its so hard to get sand out of everything after you've been to the beach. i think its comforting.
9. ikea makes me happy. so happy that i don't care if you think i'm materialistic because i'm too busy looking at all my new stuff from there that i can't even here what you're saying
10. your hair changes every seven years. this is not useful at all since there is nothing you can do about it
