Don't you hate it when someone tells you they don't want to see you anymore because they "don't want to be in a relationship" and then immediately get into one? Just be straight with me, dude.
I've been struck the last few months with how unhealthy I am. I don't exercise, I smoke, and I eat mountains of junk food. The only thing that keeps me relatively thin is my abnormally fast metabolism, and as I get older, the realization that it won't last forever is creeping up on me.
The thing is, I loathe grocery shopping. I love eating, and I even enjoy cooking, but walking into a grocery store puts me in an overwhelming panic state. I always either buy a lot of prepackaged meals that I eat too quickly, or I buy a huge amount of produce that ends up going bad. I need to figure out how to gauge my food intake and purchase accordingly. This has nothing to do with dieting, more to do with working out what I like and how much I eat (or need to eat) and acting accordingly.
Seattle is nice, because there are a lot of options for lazy shoppers out there. We have Amazon Fresh, which I have considered before. But their produce seems to come in the same bulk sizes that I have had issues with in the past. I'm now considering a service called New Roots Organic. They offer weekly delivery of fresh organic produce, selected by the company, and tailors a bin size specifically for single people. The con, of course, is that you do not select what comes each week, but that can also be a positive. I don't go to the store looking for new things to try, but having them placed on my doorstep would encourage a little more creativity. The cost, $25 a week, would equal to half of my monthly food budget. Worth it? Maybe.
As for the smoking, I'm trying. Just not very hard.
Once I manage to save $500, I'm buying a bike. A Trek Allant, specifically. So pretty...
My smoking money should go towards this, probably...
Ever had someone abruptly leave after you cooked them a nice dinner? "Oh, hey, I'd love to stay, but I've got a lot of things on my mind." Seriously, fuck you buddy. Then you sit and and bitch to your roommate, because seriously, what an asshole.
Then he calls you twice (because you ignored him the first time) to apologize and assure you that he just got a load off his mind and he'll see you tomorrow.
I'm trying to move right now. So far it's been nothing but trouble, enough to almost convince me to give up and stay put.
Julia and I have been talking about moving in together for awhile. First, we were planning on doing it with Julia's boyfriend and one of his friends. That fell through because they decided they couldn't live together. I can't blame them, we were firmly in the planning stages at that point, so not a big deal.
Then Julia's friend Albert comes in and says he needs a place. He finds a fourth person to round it out, and we start looking for houses. Julia and I find several really nice places and start scheduling open houses.
Right before I'm about to go to an open house for a really nice place, situated in exactly the location we want to live, this girl that Julia and I have not even met yet sends everyone an email saying "Wow, thanks for including me, but I'm going to stay where I am." I am so annoyed that she's dropping out now, right when we're actually in the process of filling out applications and meeting landlords. If I were looking for a 3-bedroom, I never would have found this amazing house that I now have my heart set on.
Since then (that was Tuesday), we have entertained a seemingly endless stream of acquaintances, who "maybe might be interested". I don't know any of those people. But according to Albert, these people are somehow safer and better than finding someone on craigslist who is LEGITIMATELY INTERESTED IN FINDING A ROOM... because he had a bad experience once in college.
I am so unbelievably annoyed right now. Albert is actually turning in our applications today though, so if the three of us make it through the first screening, perhaps we can revisit the fourth roommate question with more serious eyes. I personally found my current room on craigslist, and I have a great and non-crazy roommate. Arg.
I really want to go to grad school. That's not a shocker for anyone who knows me. But as fate would have it, I didn't bother with it right after college. My GRE scores were good, my grades were fine, but I didn't really know anyone who could give me good recommendations. So I put the idea on the back burner and focused on getting a job.
Oh, but now. I have a job which is giving me excellent experience for a graduate degree in psychology. Hooray for me! I'm starting to look at schools and realizing that although I have good grades and test scores, I haven't taken enough of the prerequisite classes that are required for most psych programs. No problem, I say to myself. UW offers credit classes to non-matriculated students. I felt pretty good about it until I made it over to the postbac website and discovered that UW charges $1200 for a five credit class.
Apparently there was a 4.5 magnitude earthquake this morning. This is like the third earthquake I've totally not noticed.
I remain employed for the foreseeable future! Yay!
I have an inexplicable urge to move to Maine. Perhaps I will inhabit an old lighthouse and make lobster boats crash along the rocky shore and steal all the delicious lobster. But then the lobsters will be HAUNTED. Because everything in Maine is haunted. Or a vampire.
Yesterday I found out that I might lose my job thanks to giant cutbacks in the state's budget. It's too bad that this country doesn't care about children. It's sad that the most populous county in a pretty liberal state is cutting it's residential treatment spots from 240 beds to 100. That's a lot of kids left in abusive homes because of a lack of crisis care, and kids getting shunted out of residential care to make room for more acute cases. Also, I might lose my job.
And yet, I got a bonus check today for sleeping at work during the blizzard... so... yay.
Name: Sarah Home: Seattle, Washington, United States About Me: "For once there was an unknown land, full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes; a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream; a land where all things are perfect... and poisonous." -- Velvet Goldmine See my complete profile
