"Don't just be a chick. The world's full of chicks. Be a woman." Nah, still good, but I liked it better the other way.

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Exciting? Ok, well, the studying is not so exciting, but the being done will be!

Poptarts:

Yay! The money from savings has been deposited into my checking account! I can order my iPod! Whoo!!!

Also, some job~ma would be appreciated today. I'm supposed to hear on the job I interviews for last Tuesday. Everyone, cross your fingers. I could really use the job, especially after finding out that my supplement has ended.

Job~ma for you, vw. I'm so glad you're getting the iPod, I was a little worried that you'd decide to live on that money instead.

Well, part of the money to pay for the iPod was a gift, and I was told I was not allowed to spend that money on anything else. And everyone that I've talked to seems to agree that I need to do that for myself, and we'll figure out the other money stuff when the time comes. I need to know that when I make a deal like that with myself that I follow through, otherwise it's not very good motivator. So...there's that.

It's been ordered! Yay!

Yay indeed.

I forget if I already said, but we signed the lease on Saturday. So, not homeless, woo-hoo! Now I just have to get all my stuff moved. I packed 20 boxes over the weekend. It's shocking to me that after all that packing (8 or so hours on Saturday and close to 12 on Sunday) I still have all this stuff not in boxes. How did I get all this stuff?

If you HADN'T ordered it, after all your hard work, I'd have flown to Boston and made ya! And I really can't afford the airfare, so thanks for saving me the money.

That's great news, -t, although, I feel your pain on the packing and stuff.

If you HADN'T ordered it, after all your hard work, I'd have flown to Boston and made ya! And I really can't afford the airfare, so thanks for saving me the money.

Hee!

Just realizing that going into teaching probably means I'll never get that job where they demand that I fly all over the world and stay in hotels and order room service. Dammit.

In other news, my brother was in St. Petersburg last week. He took some people to Sbarro's, then went to an Irish pub to watch the Manchester United-Chelsea match and drink Newcastle. Also, he's continuing his themed tour of places with steambaths -- when in Syria, the hammam; Turkey, the Turkish baths; Russia, the banya.

Have I mentioned how wicked jealous I am? Mind you, he's having a better time of it than I probably would, what with the talking-to-strangers thing. Also, there's the being a corporate lawyer thing that paid for this trip, which is probably not my thing.

Poptarts:

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Just talked to former employer, and he acknowledges that he gave me the wrong date on the disability insurance. He misunderstood the question I asked back in October, and there is probably nothing they can do about it.