Hello October.

Happy October everyone! I prefer November, but judging by Facebook statuses I seem terribly outnumbered. I have some news: I got a job!!!! Finally. With the turn of a new month, I most certainly thought I was doomed to never find a job I could be proud of in Erie. However, I am going to begin working for the public safety department as a telecommunicator. I have plenty of emotions with the main one being relief of actually obtaining some solid income, and also excitement. Furthermore, nervousness because it's going to be a difficult job however I am welcoming the endeavor because I cannot take much more of these never ending days off. Sounds like a blessing, but it isn't when you feel like there's something you should be doing because your able bodied and qualified. Sidenote: if I were to not find a job by the end of this week I'd have been a trainwreck at the same time I'm due to be PMSing so yeah just say thank you to the job gods because I'd be far from pleasant company.

I have also started taking kickboxing recently, and it's awesome but quite painful. I have been consistently sore for two days following every class; in parts of my body I didn't even know could become sore. I started taking it with my friend Diana, and I am hoping it helps with my upper body strength and, well, my strength overall. Because I'm not that strong. Yet.

ALSO- I recently tried "Rent the Runway" for the first time and I totally recommend it. I needed a dress for Rock Erie because Connor's band was nominated again this year, so I ordered a dress and it came two days before Rock Erie and I had to mail it back the day after the event. Thank God it fit properly (they send you two of the same dress of sizes of your choice) and thank God I didn't spill on it or massively rip it. Seriously though, a $600 dress and you get to wear it for less than 1/6 of the price? Yes, please.

xx
A

I'm Only 5'9 and That's Including My Boot Heel

And I thought November was going by fast...I definitely expected this last week to be the slowest one all semester considering it was the last week of classes.  WRONG.  It's Friday night all of a sudden and I am done with classes yet feel like I have more work to do than ever before.  Screw finals, seriously.  There is no way I am going to remember cumulative material from four classes.  I can't even recall everything from one class.  I believe that if a student feels sufficient with the grade they acquired at the end of the semester, pre-final, then they should be allowed to not take the final.  This should be mandatory.  If I was a teacher, I would do that.  How much more motivation would a student have to do better all year just to save themselves the misery of a week long studying sesh and a crap ton of stress?  So much more.
 I say that now but I doubt I would take advantage of it.  Why do I sound so pathetic and lazy when I write about my life!?  I'm the same way with extra hours working at the library.  We get emails about "open hours" that we can pick up if another student calls off and I'm always like "Sign me up!" to my supervisor and then that hour comes and I'm like what the hell was I thinking.  For example, a few days ago I signed up to work from midnight-2am for three nights next week because we're open late for finals and we get time and a half for working that late.  Um, I already called off one of those nights.  Realistically I was way off.  I get into bed at like, on average, 11pm on weeknights.  Why I thought I'd want to not even start my shift until after my bedtime I have zero idea.  Furthermore, Thursday nights I already work 8-10pm and then I'm going to have 2 hours off and come back and work at midnight?  And have a final the next morning?  I need a personal assistant.  One that refuses compensation for his/her work.  A volunteer personal assistant.

I'm nervous I'm not going to get what I need to get done this weekend done.
That was the worst constructed sentence I've ever created.  Moving on, I had to come home this weekend (surprise) because I have a job interview tomorrow morning (don't send flowers if I get it, it's only for holiday seasonal work)  I'm not saying where because with my luck my potential future employer will Google me and I will get fired or not hired for saying the name.  Paranoia.  So yeah I'm home and have an 8 page paper to write and my hardest final to study for on Monday.  Every time I bring school work home it never leaves my car.  Let's hope the last week of the semester things will change.

Connor has a show right now and I didn't want to go because I wanted to work on my paper, so I went to his house by myself while everyone is at the show.  He said the door would be locked, but Bry's window would be open so I could just go through there.  "You'll just have to push really hard upwards."  Ok...So I get there and yeah I walk to the side of the house and I kid you not the window is like 8 feet off the ground. I just kind of stared at it and contemplated how he even imagined I'd get in there.  Either he thinks I have mad ups (I don't) and could somehow push the window up and jump through it at the same time or he wildly overestimated my height in his mind.  Thank God no one locked the back door.

xxxx
A