So, that was a surprise.

The MetLife position I applied for, I ended up being overqualified for. Now that was something I hadn't expected at all. The hiring coordinator referred me to another MetLife office on Long Island, though, for another position that she felt I was more qualified for. God, I hope I get this job. I really do. I have loans to pay in December, and an apartment to pay for. Keep your fingers crossed for me, everyone. (All three of you who read this, anyway.)

The sun is out, and I feel like a kid again.

I think I've skipped spring and went straight on to summer.

I feel like I'm 16 again, getting every single Electric Light Orchestra CD I can afford (and back then, they were still somewhat expensive). I'd listen while I walked, while I drew pictures on the floor of my bedroom while the dogs watched, while I slept outside in the tent. There were four albums at the time that I couldn't get my hands on (and one of them didn't exist yet). I finally found them, through the magic of the internet, and I feel like I did 10 years ago, listening to Out of the Blue on my mom's record player, loud enough so the entire neighborhood could hear.

While a lot has changed me, in essence, I'm still that girl, laying on the floor, listening to Jeff Lynne sing about how he turns to stone when his love is gone, and why can't she come back?, drawing Sailor Moon pictures, and being happy.

Edit: And I never noticed that on the cover of Secret Messages, there's a part of a Titian painting. (At least I think it's Titian.) I never could have appreciated that until now, heh.

The first (and last!) late nighter of my academic career

So, I will admit, I haven't been the best student in college. I'm much better than I used to be, that's for sure- I actually show up to classes now, and haven't failed a class since 2003, but I am notoriously bad when it comes to writing papers. This semester wasn't so bad- I got my research done on time, for two of the three papers I have due anyway. And I've even got one of these papers done, the one that's due next week.

Of course, the art history paper that's due tomorrow only exists in scattered notes and outlines. Granted, I could just type the paper at work tomorrow. However, I've done that before, and spitting out a paper in three hours at work is not the best way to go about things. (I did, however, get an A- on that paper) Especially for a Dr. Watts paper. A 15-20 page Dr. Watts paper. (I'm going by the syllabus, and how it says the paper should be between 3000 and 4000 words long. That way I don't have to do the silly lengthening tricks, like 12.5 point font and enlarging the periods and other punctuation marks)

So if I'm not writing this paper at work, it means that I'm going to be up very late tonight. And, funnily enough, in my seven year academic career... this is the first time I've ever done this. Bryan does it all the time, and I'm quite sure my other friends have done it as well. I think my friend Randi will be doing the same thing for her art history paper either tonight or tomorrow. (Art history truly is the devil sometimes!)

I hope that this paper will turn out better than I think it will, and that I'll pass High Italian Renaissance with at least a 2.0 and will be able to graduate. I'm so afraid that I'll fail this class, and I'm so close to the damned end that if I fail, I may just give up on college. And graduating college is something I want to do, something that even four years ago I never thought I would do. (Even last year I never thought I would. Granted, that's because I ended up having to go for an extra year, thanks to dealing with the evils of depression)

So cross your fingers for me, whoever reads this, and hope I do well on this.

Speaking of whoever reads this, comment and let me know I'm not the only one reading this. I like having a more public blog, but it seems pointless if I'm the only one who's reading it. At least the subject matter is better than before, when I just rambled uselessly on one topic per post.

Now, off to fill myself with coffee.

While some things change, others stay the same...

... no matter how annoying they are.

Some constants in my life

-The fact that whenever I get a pair of pants, more often than not they're too long for me. Even the petite pants are too long, which makes no sense at all.

-March comes in like a lion and goes out like one too, especially in Potsdam. It was snowing on my way to work this morning. Snowing.

-I will always, always arrive at the office before my boss does, when we're scheduled to work at the same time.

-There will always be too much work to do, and too little time to do it in. No matter if it's school work, housework, or work work, there will always be a stack of it.

-Coffee fixes everything.

Spring Break, Consensed

Well, I'm sure most of the people who know me noticed I disappeared off the face of the internet last week, and I'm back in freezing Potsdam after a... well... maybe you could call it relaxing... well, let's just say I'm back from a week of break. It was busy, and fun, and productive.

I started off the week with helping out around Bryan's parents' house, just doing things that needed to be done- trimming the dog's fur, helping build the jacuzzi shed, doing odd jobs at Bryan's mom's office. I also had a job interview for MetLife this week, for the open Office Assistant position, and I have my fingers crossed that I do get the job. I don't want to have to worry about being broke once I get done with college, although with loans coming due, I probably will be broke forever. But that's okay. Bryan and I also looked at an apartment, and should we get jobs, we'll take it- it's not like it's going anywhere. Yesterday I helped rake leaves and such at Bryan's grandparents' house, then we helped empty the jacuzzi room in hopes it eventually becomes Bryan's mom's office. And then we fell asleep ridiculously early, only to get up at 2:30 am, and leave at 3:30 am. And here I am!

It occured to Bryan and I on the way up that this was our last trip up to Potsdam for a long time. True, we'll be up here to visit friends and such, but this was the last trip we were making as college students. I'm excited, and a little scared. Real life is coming at me quickly. (Again. But that's a long story, for another day, if anyone actually reads this thing.)

Work, work, work.

All I ever do is work, it feels like. Either I'm here in the office, printing and scanning and so on and so forth, or I'm up to my eyebrows in books at the library. Or I'm trying to deal with Gamma Sig business- upset pledges, angry alumni, and so on and so forth. At least Spring Break is coming up. I have three goals for break- finish my Leonardo da Vinci paper (which shouldn't be hard), read the Cleopatra books I signed out for my Egypt in Late Antiquity class, and write some more chapters for my Black Jewels Trilogy fanfiction. Yes, I've started writing fanfiction again. It's frightening, isn't it? At least so far I've gotten good reviews, and hopefully I can crank out a chapter or two to keep the few fans I have at the moment happy. I missed writing fanfiction. It's a good stress reliever, and this time I'm trying to do it right- make original characters that aren't a reflection of myself in some way, and stay true to the story. My old Sailor Moon stories were horrible... I should probably delete them from my hard drive, so nobody ever stumbles across them. Some of them are just so horrible I deny the existence of them. They really should be obliterated from the face of the planet.

In other news, I'm ready to graduate. I want to be done with all these tests and research papers and so on. I want to go forth and enjoy what the real world has to offer me. I want to get a real job, and a better apartment than the ones I've had. I want to experience life. I'm done with being a young adult, I think. I'm ready to grow up now. I really wish I hadn't screwed up in my first year of college, then I would have graduated by now. However, if that had happened, I never would have met Bryan, and I wouldn't exactly be the person I am today.

Okay, enough rambling. I've got to get back to homework and scanning.

Things are slowly looking up.

Well, I just had one job interview, for MetLife down in Hauppage (about 10 minutes away from where Bryan lives). Granted, it was a simple phone interview, but hopefully I'll get scheduled for a full interview over spring break. I hope I get the job. I really do. I also hope that Bubba's mom will go down on the price of the apartment in her basement. I have a good feeling about everything right now.

In other news, the sorority is going down the tubes. Too much angst and drama, and I'm more than sick of it all.

I got to visit my mother this past weekend. It was nice to see her.

I think I might start double posting my livejournal entries here, so the public can see most of what's going on (the truly private posts will stay on Livejournal). Maybe then I'll meet new people, make new friends.