So it’s officially week two of my real 9-5 job and I have to say that I’m having a little bit of a hard time adjusting. It’s weird not being able to do things during the day–like pick up your mail key from the post office–because you work through the whole day. At night, I do things around the apartment (still unpacking), eat, shower, and go to sleep. By 10:30 or 11. It’s crazy. <\/p>\n

Things that have changed in the last week:<\/p>\n

I have internet AND DVR finally! Now I’ll never miss another Gilmore Girls!<\/p>\n

There are less boxes and more places to put things. <\/p>\n

I have decided on blue and brown for my apartment, and a yellowish color for my bedroom. The bathroom is TBA. I want the living room to be cool and calming, the bedroom to be extremely feminine (who would’ve thought?)and the bathroom…to seem bigger than it is. And its big. But maybe I’ll mix it up and try some wall paper or something. I don’t know haha. And I’m also looking at this bed set http:\/\/www.bedbathandbeyond.com\/product.asp?order_num=-1&SKU=107872&RN=27, which is pretty\/shabby chic but not too much so. So we’ll see what happens. I’m excited about having a real comforter\/durvet and to get away from the purple. Not that there’s anything wrong with that…<\/p>\n

So figuring things out is rough. I thought Pete and I would see each other more after grad and we really haven’t. But wait, this is my second week with nights off, so I don’t really know how it’s going to be. I’m so damn impatient, and I don’t remember when I got that way. I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself and him (partially because I assumed) to figure out the marriage thing. We know that we want it to be each other, but I’m so hung up on the when part. I need a plan. I’m a planner. I like to have everything all sorted out, to know what to expect. But I’m glad that nothing happened after graduation, even though I expected it too, because both of us need to settle into this weird routine of ours. I keep telling myself to slow down. Everything has been hectic for so long–the crazy class schedule while working full time, driving home every two weeks and taking a full semester in the summer when Papa was sick and then passed away–that I don’t know how to relax anymore. I went home last night, unpacked, watched the James Frey thing on Oprah (on DVR, oh yeah!), and read Cosmo. In my world, there’s something wrong with that. I should be writing something, or speed reading something. Reading Cosmo was procrastination before. So for me, it’s been rough. It is rough. I thought that the becoming who I am part was over, because I felt like I knew who I was, but a lot of that had to do with school. Now school is gone and once again I’m back to square one. <\/p>\n

James Frey thing by the way. He wrote a NON FICTION book, people. Maybe he changed some events to protect others privacy. It wasn’t an autobiography. I think that Oprah is freaking out over nothing. The publisher was right, you have to look at it as remembering the events to the best of your ability, and I know he embellished some things, but no one said that he had to tell the truth. He was hiding behind himself. We’ve all done it.<\/p>\n

And so, there’s my quick update. My supervisor is at the quarterly meeting and should be back soon, so I’m out!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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