degrees & deadlines

I'm officially a college graduate of The University of Texas at Tyler, Class of Fall 2008. Bachelor of Arts in Journalism - Cum Laude, bitches.

I don't think the reality that I never have to take another class again (if I so choose) has yet to sink in. I'll have plenty of deadlines looming over my head from work, so at least I won't have those to miss. And we have deadlines, a plenty.

Speaking of, work is going swimmingly. I very much enjoy my fellow employees and the job is just fun. I write, I design, I lay out, I edit, I photograph, I interview, I meet and greet and smile and have fun. What more could I ask for in a job?

John gets back tomorrow and ICANNOTWAIT. He's been gone since Dec. 5, but it feels like he left a month ago. The time has passed slowly and quickly at the same time. I've had lots to keep me busy, but I do miss his company waysoverymuch, especially when night time rolls around. I'm not so fond of sleeping alone in my new house. But at least I have Oswald to protect me.

Too bad he didn't hear those punks stealing my camera and iPod out of my car last week........They must have been stealth ninjas. Jerks.

It just doesn't feel like Christmas. Anyone else agree?

♥k

(re)sendoff

John left with the band for New York around 1:30 a.m. this morning. Last night. Whatever.

I helped him pack, which helped me hide a surprise in the midst of the shirts and undies. But damn it if he didn't keep trying to take over packing that bag and ruin my fun. NO JOHN, I'LL DO IT. You just sit there and relax! Oh, hidden motives...

I was spouting off a mental checklist and jokingly included, "Got your guitar?" He's going to RECORD AN ALBUM. He was all, oh yeah, they're in the other room - we'll get them. The minutes passed quickly and it was time to roll out. We said our goodbyes and I walked back in from the freezing cold. I wasn't expecting to cry. He's doing what he was born to do. He's doing something that has so much potential to make our life together ever better. But the tears just welled up out of nowhere. Luckily, he didn't see them. I watched them drive away through the blinds and sat down with Oswald to cry.

Not even ten minutes later, the phone rings. "Aw, he's already calling me!" Not so much. Instead: "We forgot the guitars."

♥k

tiny vessels

Yesterday I wore a turtleneck to work. Today I wore a scarf to work. I can hardly tolerate when my hair gets long enough to touch my neck, much less clothing. So there's only one thing this means: a blemish on my neck that screams of my indiscretions.

Why must they be so socially unacceptable? It's just like a bruise, really. Or a blood blister. But it's the story behind the imperfection that's enough to make folks blush.

A longtime friend of mine came over tonight to hang out while John was busy practicing with the band. We decided to go to PetsMart because Oswald needed food. She ended up carrying the bag out for me because that's how she rolls. Then we went to Double Dave's for some pizza rolls. After bickering about who would pay, we finally ordered and I carried our drinks to the table.

We walked to the salad bar together and while waiting on her to get started, I happened to look at the male employees who were looking at us with big grins on their faces.

I was so tired of the stupid scarf from earlier today, I decided to just deal with the embarassment of having a hickey on my neck. And now the male employees at Double Dave's totally have the wrong impression of who put it there.

♥k