Where…
do I begin? Angela yelled at me for not updating in a month because this is where she learns about my life while we’re apart and busy being grown-ups.
A lot has changed this month. Hell, this week even.
My mom had surgery on her foot the week I moved out of the residence halls DORMS. I can call them what I want because I am not returning as an RA! Woot. (Downside: Hello paying for stuff. Ugh. But it will be worth it.) I’ve learned a lot about soap operas these past two weeks because I’ve been chillin’ in the family room with my mom since she can’t walk much.
I went through a lot of intern interviews in the month on April, with no such luck. I think I’m overly qualified as a researcher and people are scared I know more than them.
I am working at an agency staffed by students. I have two clients and I’m pretty pumped about them. And I get to do qualitative research. Because I know how. (Maybe I’m still a little bitter. I just need an internship in order to graduate, but I digress.)
This week I went to Kent for work orientation and to see the boy and to go on Nicol’s radio grand prize girl’s night out.
For the girl’s night out, Nicol won a limo ride for the evening, dinner and sneak peek tickets for Sex in the City 2 for 8 people. It was pretty awesome. We enjoyed our limo and the trip to BP. And we looked good.
Darren moved out of his apartment today. It’s weird to think about. I know it’s more difficult for him, but I was growing attached to that place. A lot of good things happened there.
I move into my apartment in ten days. So weird. I’m glad I’ll have my summer Brothership roomies since my real roommates aren’t moving back until July and August. I feel like it’ll be lonely until Brothership arrives. It’s going to be a sad summer not watching So You Think You Can Dance with my mom and Angela. Being able to “work from home,” I hope I’ll be able to come down a few Thursdays to watch it with them.
I’ll also be spending some quality time visiting Darren in the city my dad hates. Thank you, Mr. Meluch for supplying my gas this summer. I’d be even more broke if your son wasn’t my summer roomie.
This summer is too grown-up for me. Where’s Peter Pan when you need him?
