Thinky Thoughts

Hooray! I did it! I officially gave my notice to my boss and that means that I am officially leaving in July and that means that I am officially moving to Seattle in August!

I am incredibly excited and I am incredibly scared. Interesting how those two coexist. I'm PSYCHED to live with Liz, get cold-weather clothes, KNIT myself cold-weather clothes, set up house, get to know the city, find a new church and a new choir, make new friends (but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold, a circle's round, it never ends, that's how long I want to be your friend). I am NOT excited to look for a new job. Find one, yes, and hopefully a good one. But LOOK for one? I've never really had to LOOK for a real job. Summer retail employment, sure. And this job was just handed to me, really. So now I have to be a grown up and find one myself. Oy.

It's also interesting that I am going to be living outside of California. I've been here my whole life, how is that possible? And how is it possible that I am going to leave Westmont? Time went by in such a strange way, alternating between dragging and rushing and now that it's all past it seems like a week ago that I came to summer orientation with Mom and Corrie and cried when they had to leave. Ages ago that I moved in and randomly met Liz in line at lunch time--little did I know I'd found one of my best friends in the world. Ages ago that I went to Italy (and Spain, and Sweden!). Ages ago that I lived in Clark, Armington, VK, Salinas house, moved to Carp....AAAAAAAAH! MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING!!!!

I have been here for six years. That's a quarter of my life!

6+6+6+6=24

24/6=1/4

I did the math, it's a quarter of my life!!! (You didn't think I could do math, but I can!) How ridiculous is that? At Westmont I've earned a degree, made friends, discovered a ridiculous love of singing, learned to start liking myself inside and out, learned that it's possible that people actually like me, started dating, had my heart broken and got over it, found out that I can actually be useful and responsible, that I can run an office, that I can take care of myself and earn a living, I started exercising, found a church I love, so many amazing things...how can I possibly have a life anywhere else? But I will and I cannot wait!!!!!

Kara

I think my blog and will just be admiration of Kara. That's worth writing about. She is:

1. Smart

2. Pretty

3. Hilarious

4. Caring

5. Crafty

It's the craftiness that makes me jealous. I am crafty in theory. I have what might be some fine crafting skills if I put them to use. However, I do not. I rarely put my creativity to use these days unless it's drawing cynically hilarious cartoons for Beth. I should try to do so more. Maybe that will be one of my goals for the summer when my work load decreases. Not that my work load takes up my evenings, but when I'm busy all day all I really want to do when I get home is lay down and not think. Craftiness takes thought, even if it is fun thought. That and I'm lazy. Actually, if I had silk screening supplies and room to utilize them I might be more crafty than I am right now...

Thought for the day: It is entirely possible to have work-related senioritis if you work at a college. It's not just for students anymore.

That Is Incorrect. The Correct Answer Is: "You"

You thought I wouldn't do it, but you were wrong. Yes. I blog. You blog. We blog. He/She blogs. Y'all blog. They blog.

And now that I've conjugated blogging, I'll explain why I'm doing this: I want to. Basically, I enjoy typing. I enjoy putting my petty little thoughts into actual text. It makes me feel better. It helps me think more clearly since most of the time I don't know what's happening in my head anyway. Usually I'll start writing and soon I'll see something that makes me say, "Holy crap! I didn't know I felt like that!" Also, someday this might be useful for people who want to keep up with what I'm doing and where I am (since I SUCK at communication by phone).

So who knows. Maybe I'll keep this up, maybe I won't. Maybe someone will read it. Maybe they won't. And one day, if we're lucky, this might actually be interesting.

Thought for the day: dang, I'm hungry.

Thought #2 for the day: I REALLY like Arial font. It's so roundly squarely appealing (figure that one out).