I've Just Awoken

Yes, I think this was one of the first nights I have slept through the night without jumping up and yelling "I need another citation" or "Holy fuck, I annotated that wrong" or "Dear Lord, baby Jesus, I think my library books are due!" or...well, you get the point, right?

I had not been sleeping very well through finals. But my first year of grad school is over and I am actively job searching. Ok, by "actively job searching" I mean that I just woke up and I PLAN on actively job searching today. But I need more coffee first and...BUT I WILL, GODDDDD!

Things are good, though. I am starting to feel the stress fade away, feel happy again, and I'm getting ready for a trip to Europe to see Christian's family for the second year in a row and right after I am headed straight to Missoula, Montana for my best friend's wedding! Literally, I get off the plane after 22 hours in the air and the party bus will pick me up. Word.

I don't have much to update other than Fitz destroyed the old dog bed and would not let me throw it away. He kept eating the stuffing in the bed like a drug addict and would jump on it every time I tried to pick it up. He knew. He knew I was throwing it out. I distracted him and threw it out and he kept me up the entire night by pacing and snuffling the ground for leftover bed stuffing. He's crazy but I love him. Abby? Abby is normal and slept soundly on the other bed like a normal dog should. I bought a new dog bed and both dogs are OBSESSED with it. It has two head rests and they circle each other when the other dog is sleeping on it, waiting for an opening. Abby gets real about it, though. She will just sit on top of Fitz until he A) moves over or B) get up. Either way, she wins.  Good dog, Abby.

Presenting

You guys,

Hi! You look pretty today (gender neutral since guys can be pretty, too). But you do, you look pretty.  Have you been working out? You guys look really good. NO! I am NOT hitting on you. Geez, all I said was "you look pretty." Please come back, would you like me to tell you that you look unfit? That would be mean but I'll do it.

This is not going the way I expected.

Which is what I thought about presenting at a conference would be like...like an uncomfortable date where they sit too close and ask you really personal questions while questioning your basic existence.

I wasn't too far off. I wanted to faint and would have legit fainted if it meant I could stop talking but I would have had to keep going after I picked myself up off the floor and, awkward. Right?

Well, when you sign up for stuff you're scared of and don't want to do, you say "well, at least I have a ton of time and the day will never come when I actually have to follow through." And then it's the night before you are set to present and you're all like "Wait, what?" This was never supposed to happen and I did it in my head so that counts.  That counts for something, right? I mean, I presented and then I moved into a moving acoustic rendition of "Gold Dust Woman" and everyone wiped tears from their eyes and clapped goddammit. I already did it.

Reality is stupid and apparently you have to follow through or you are seen as a "liar".

Anyway, I presented on Katherine Anne Porter and my topic was "Love, Desire & Isolation in Latherine Anne Porter's Short Stories". I talked about emotional rape and even defended by thesis from audience questions.  I saw sweating and wanted to faint, but I did it and not just in my head.

You guys, my moving rendition of "Gold Dust Woman" was MOVING and beautiful. Wish you were there (in my head).

Here's a picture of me pouting as a little kid

Remember When I said "_____"?

I know I said I would get the post up on gender equality last week and I'm sorry that I'm a dirty liar.  But, I'm a dirty liar. However, I am working on a video on rape culture and I'll post it here once I'm done with it next month. I should have something more substantive on gender equality before then.

Today is April Fools Day and also our two year anniversary. No joke, for real.  I think Christian forgot to get me a gift, but the only gift I need is love, honey! Hint: I love flowers* (if you're reading this, that is.)

Until then, here are some photos.

It's really hard to get a good photo of him, but here's one, I guess. Happy anniversary (bring me flowers).

Went to a black jack gala with one of my best friends. And the comments with "hey, boobs!"? Thanks, already had a few and I'm all, I have boobs? Weird!

BarMini by Jose Andres to celebrate a successful (hopefully) close to Christian's RFP

Didn't go out for St. Patrick's Day because I hate drunk people who are not me.

Holy fuck, Kombucha? I love you hard.

Wrote about more drinks for work.

There you have it, I promise to write on gender equality soon; I have today off and am trying to gather my thoughts.


*and diamonds as well.

The Last Couple Months (in photos)

Grad School is kicking my ass and my "fun HTML class" is anything but fun!  I have so many funny stories but will wait until he's done grading until I tell them.  Hint: my professor teaches HTML, so... he knows all the things.

Here I am looking fresh and happy for brunch at my mom's house

Playing with a puppy. SO HAPPY!

Oh, hey, DC

USA USA USA USA!

My Easter Egg

Went to Rogue24, ate and took pics

Was around the corner from Rogue24

Rogue 24

I did Jazz hands

I like lights

MORE JAZZ HANDS!

For the Gentlemen callers.

They have boozey milk shakes

"How much for your Picasso?"  "Wait, HOW much?" "Yes, I'll show myself out, sir."

Kennedy Center's "Northern Lights"

Mooar

I made shitty cookies.

Pictures of The Last Few Months (mainly FL)

Our loving hosts in Palm Beach, FL

Thanksgiving pie we made

Cheears

Micro greens

Shrooms

View from balcony

Deep sea fishing or "the time I threw up for four hours straight"

New Years!

Beeeeach

New years and faux leather pants!

Art Gallery

Thanksgiving

Xmas

Xmas concert

Going out someplace fancy in Florida

It was 80 and lovely!

Food by the boys.

Roof Top Pool=Bliss