Brrrrrr.

Fall is here.

Thanks for the sun today, Seattle. I guess it really is "Sun"day.

I put in my first graduate school application yesterday afternoon. Alright-- so I only turned in the online portion. I had to pay, though, so that counts for something. I still need transcripts from Western and a LOR to come in, and then I can send in the rest. I wonder if the school will allow me to just walk the application to the admissions office. I live four blocks away. I'm going to save my stamps, darn it.

Short post for today.

Not Cool, Dude.

It's my own fault.

No one should move into a new apartment and buy some home furnishings (however, I did stay in my target spending for that category), then try to attend a baseball game and a concert within a day of each other, while trying to budget for grad school applications, friends' weddings (bridesmaid dresses, presents, and plane/train tickets), and having wisdom teeth pulled.

Why?

Because the drain on one's checking account will be so stressful, that said individual will experience stomach cramps for several days.

Just when things started to look a-okay... grr.

I'm Not One to Be Prejudice...

Can I just take a moment to tell you how much I hate apples from anywhere other than Washington?

I hate apples from anywhere other than Washington a lot. I just "munched" on an apple I picked up at my local co-op. The apple was from New Zealand; had I noticed this at the co-op, I probably would not have purchased the apple. Unfortunately, it wasn't until I was hungry that I noticed this fact clearly printed on a sticker. I expected the worst, and I got the worst: mushy, bland, and all-around not good. And it was a Granny Smith-- my favorite type of apple.

Ugh. No thanks, New Zealand.

Yo Patrick Swayze

This picture has nothing to do with anything in this post, except for maybe Idaho and weddings. Other than that, I just think it's great. Check out Cameron's goatee. Moving on...

Another celebrity gone this year. Funny how it coincided with another engagement announcement. MJ dies; Tanja tells us she's engaged. PS dies; Kate tells us she's engaged. I wonder if Beth killed any celebrities with her engagement.

I just had a horrible thought. What if, when I get engaged, Ben Gibbard dies? Or Justin Timberlake? Or Morgan Freeman? I think that would be enough of a sign for me to reconsider the whole thing. Blame it on being half-Filipino-- I'm supersticious.

I've added a few more places to my "Places to Visit" list. Fiji and Puerto Rico are both on there, as well as the city of San Diego. Places I'd like to re-visit include Cannon Beach, OR and Priest Lake, ID.

On that same note, I'm thinking of booking a campsite for Memorial Day weekend 2010 at Priest Lake. I'm 99% sure Cameron will at least be able to go with me, and we're hoping a few other people can join. It's a max of 8 campers and 1 vehicle, though, so we'll see. If it all falls through and it's only him and me, that's fine; that will be our 3-year annivesary weekend, anyway.

I went shopping at the co-op just down the street. It was wonderful. I would have purused for longer, but I was hungry and knew I would spend way too much money if I did that. I came home, and I was ready to make myself a real meal, but all I wanted was a salad and some frozen yogurt. Not as hungry as I originally thought, apparently.

Anyway, please don't ask me when I'm getting engaged. It will be a long time from now. In the meantime, please feel free to ask me about my plans for graduate school. I'll be happy to entertain you with my ideas of where I'd like to study and what I would like to do.

I'm back. Again.

It's been just about a week and a half. Parking is atrocious, the commute back from work is unpleasant, and there's been a cloud hanging over my workplace for the past several mornings, which just isn't comforting.

All in all, though, I finally feel like myself again. I've actually gone out and done things. I usually get to talk to people, in person, at my apartment. I'm not terrified of going to the laundry room.

I am a bit intimidated to park and then drive somewhere and try to park again. It would be a bit easier if the only non-zoned parking wasn't on a hill and I could parallel park. I'll work on that later.

So, Seattle's not completely terrible. I'm surrounded by a city that has culture again. Oh, thank Heaven.

On another note, I've been stressed out due to GRE studies, grad school applications, and letters of recommendation. This is not an easy task, but I hope it's insanely rewarding. I'm applying for a bunch of different schools (seven), and I hope one of them accepts me and offers me something enticing. I'm excited about the field I want to study, and seeing that it's been a year since I realized I wanted to study higher education administration, I'm confident that this will work.

Anyway. I'm avoiding actually getting anything done, and there is a lot to take care of today. Farmer's market, Target, laundry, unpacking (still), etc. For now, I'm outta here.

Well....

I moved to Capitol Hill. I have a commute again. I have a roommate again.

Crossing my fingers that I'll have a life again.

Hello, Dear Friends.

Ah, the ease of uploading photos to this blog.

Where do I begin today?

Well. The other night, I woke up to strange noises. In my confused state, I thought my neighbors were simply up partying, or whatever it is they do at 1AM. Turns out, someone was at my window, furtively prying off the screen. I purchased a knife after that, though I have a feeling I'll accidentally stab my hand before using it to defend myself. That's life in Everett, I suppose.

Due in part to Cameron's comment that he wants to shop at farmers markets more often, I think I will begin shopping at a few of the markets in Seattle. Yes, I'm moving to Seattle, as long as no one breaks into my apartment and steals my life away before then. It's a good thing I'm not paranoid at all (sarcasm). Back to farmers markets, though-- first of all, is it "farmers" or "farmers'?" Second of all, I always forget how much I enjoy the markets until I walk around for awhile. I feel much more at ease there. Third of all-- free samples!

Anyway. I lost my train of thought somewhere between "free samples" and my lunch break.