I meant to blog yesterday, really I did. But I was up at 3:45 for work, and I stayed up as late as I could in hopes that I would sleep late too. Much too tired to blog.
At any rate, yesterday was full of adventures. After work, I met with my friend Becca (I'm the maid of honor in her upcoming August wedding) to help her decide on jewelry for her wedding dress. This is probably the third or fourth time she has tried on the dress. She picked out a veil, a tiara, earrings, and a necklace. It was pretty exciting :) I could tell she felt self-conscious...she wants to look amazing, but I don't think she realizes that she already does. She's even doing weight-watchers, although she there is no way she weighs more then 115 lbs.
After that, I stopped for gas (gas prices are RIDICULOUS right now--3.149 a gallon?!) and went home. I had lunch, and read for a while. I decided I really wanted to go for a run, since I haven't been running regularly since October :/ Of course, it was snowing but I decided I would run regardless. It really wasn't too bad, since I only ran two miles. I am a little worried though, because my knee started to hurt again. A bum knee would make it awfully hard to run a 1/2 marathon. I was hoping that it would be better be now, but apparently not. It doesn't hurt as much as it did this summer, but I'm afraid to push it.
Later in the day, I experienced a bit of trauma. You see, I broke a nail. Crazy, right? Why would that possibly be so traumatic? I'm a nail-biter. For as long as I can remember, I've been a nail-biter. Every so often, I've been able to stop for short periods of time. I haven't bitten my nails since October. They are the longest they have ever been, and they look great. Or they did :( I broke off about a quarter inch of nail, THAT'S how long my nails have gotten. I've never broken a nail before, since I haven't had nails long enough to break. It didn't hurt, but I was devastated. Now I have one really short nail, and the rest look great. I had to trim all the rest to make it look better, and I still don't like it. It bothers me, which is never a good sign. Mom told me to wear gloves--I am not allowed to fall back into my nail-biting ways. Fair enough, I don't want to anyway. But who knew having nails could be so traumatic? I've finally adjusted to having them--for a long time, I kept scratching myself by accident. I still struggle a bit with taking out my contacts...it's different when you have nails! But I'm glad I have them. I feel much more like a real adult.
I chatted with Melisa about real life today. Graduate school still counts as real life, even if some view it as a continuation of college life. We talked about switching banks, and the price of living in different places. Grad school will be a real adventure. It's a little bit scary, the thought of going off to school in a strange city where I have no friends. I've always had at least one friend with me. What will I do when I have none? I don't want to go places alone. I think this is one of those times when grad school interviews will be really useful. I am looking forward to meeting professors and learning more about the programs, but I'm REALLY looking forward to meeting other potential students, as well as current students. I have no idea how I'd balance having even more friends, but I can't really be friend-less in a new city. I'm going to need someone to live with, which is an adventure in and of itself.
Starting tonight, I will be working nights for the next 6 days. 7 pm to 3:30 am. So I definitely won't be blogging at nights--look for posts in the afternoons, I guess. And wish me luck...
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