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Farmworkers never called me back. I will not see a doctor until probably September, at Columbia. Pray that cells are not dividing in ugly ways in my endometrial lining. Thank you.

1. The Vestry of St. Mark's Cathedral voted to recommend me for Candidacy! Woo! Candidacy application due Labor Day. That reminds me, I have to write to Union and ask for a like "report from the Seminary." Hmmm...

2. Not having a good time on the 53 days away from A. 28 left. Four weeks. It's not even half over.

I am at church, on the church computer. I found out when I returned from NYC that my referral from PP to FC didn't go through. I had to wait for that. Then I scheduled an appointment for last Tuesday, at 1:40. My meeting in Seattle was at 6:00. That gave me a good hour and a half for the appointment. When I got there, they told me, "Oh, the ( Read more... )

which is due in three hours and is oh-so not done because a certain impossibly cute person decided to take me out for tacos and then sleep adorably in my bed last night is called GENDERIFFIC!

Just thought I would let you know.

Also, why is it so much easier and better to write papers in amazing dresses?

I went to the doctor yesterday and got measured and I'm 5'5"!

Five FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not five FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm growing. I'm convinced of it. Next year I'm going to be 5'11" and it's going to be AWESOME.

I decided to ask if I could switch my schedule on Fridays from 9-5 to 10-6 and it's making me happy ( Read more... )

BIG. HEARTS.

Whoa.
Undefined possibilities of big-feeling-ness.

Tonight I was giving Danielle her birthday presents a little late (Missoni scarf and Macy's gift card), and I told her that it was to thank her because without her I would still be dressing like a Seattlite, and she told me that this week she was talking to someone and TELLING THEM SHE LIKES MY FASHION ( Read more... )

New Jersey is the Morantic-est state in the whole world.

(Sigh.)

As the boy says, I'm in deep smit.