I got into the (pre?)-nursing program at UNR! Which means that I'll be moving back to Nevada sometime in the next few months; ideally the beginning of June. This means two things ( Read more... )

I've done some thinking today and lately. Here are some short-and-long-term goals upon which I've decided ( Read more... )

I'm applying to UNR for the Fall 2011 semester (well, I will in February, when applications are available). For the nursing program. I want to be a midwife. It's too bad I couldn't have figured it out before spending 4 years and several thousand dollars on a TV/Radio degree. But hey, if not for Ithaca, I wouldn't have met some of my closest ( Read more... )

I won a gift card from work for a monthly "Iron Chef" contest that we have. This month's secret ingredient: Matzo! It was $25, which I really needed. So I splurged on some REALLY good orange juice ($5.99 for a half gallon. But it's organic and pulpy and acidic and DELICIOUS). And then walking into the subway, carrying this and some newly ( Read more... )

And how the hell does he have my checking account information? It's clearly not enough to have my period and bronchitis three days before Andrew goes home for Christmas, and miss three days of work, and lose a couple hundred-plus dollars. Now Sean Wiggins has transferred $200 from my account to Cablevision (who has no record of the transaction on ( Read more... )

I met a homeless man today. The conversation went something like this ( Read more... )

Except it's almost not funny anymore. I just got paid yesterday. About $30 more than I usually get too, cause I picked up a couple of extra hours last week. After rent, security installment (LAST ONE, THANK FUCKING CHRIST!), utilities, and probably some other expense I've forgotten about, I've got about $75 to last me the next two weeks until my ( Read more... )

I officially hate men and New York. Andrew (who is the most supportive and wonderful boyfriend in the world, btw) and I were sitting in the office, waiting to be called on. Beside us was a group of three black gentlemen (I use the term - gentlemen, that is - not even loosely, but mockingly) chatting and whatnot. Totally harmless and benign, until ( Read more... )

Plans for Andrew's and my 3-year anniversary ( Read more... )

After hounding us about all the things we didn't send him for our credit and background check because he'd neglected to tell us in the first place that he needed all these things, the asshole landlord of the perfect apartment rented it to someone else. Now we're back to square one and I have two definite and two pending appointments to see ( Read more... )