Sunday, April 18, 2010

what a pill.

Medication, Rx and non, that I have taken since the beginning of April:
Birth control- 1/daily
Byetta- 2/daily
Metformin- 2/daily
Spironolactone- 1/daily
B12- 1/daily
Acidophilus- 1/daily
Halcion- one. only one. (April 9)
Keflex- 30 (April 8-11)
Percocet- 20 (April 9-present)
Ibprofun- approx. 30 (April 10-present)
Tylanol- approx. 15 (April 12-present)
Diflucan- 4 (April 11, 12, 17, 18)
Penicillin- 3 (April 18)
Calcium supplement- 1

I feel like an old lady, my purse bulging with bottles of medication. I also have a wrist brace, but no sense in being dramatic about things.

Thursday, April 15, 2010


I went ahead and registered for classes at Tulane. I did night classes, so I can work, though I'm a little worried about that because I don't want to get a job with the idea that I'll always have night classes. I suppose I'll deal with that when it happens. For now, I would like to build up some savings and working full time is a big part of that.

I wish I could feel more excited about this step. I think part of it is my own self-sabotage-- I won't let go of the Chicago thing, partly just because I feel guilty about not pursuing it more. Until I do that (or up and decide to move to Chitown), it will be difficult for me to get into the idea of living in New Orleans. Logically, I KNOW that, but it's still something I need to get over in my mind.

I've been making lofty plans for this summer, plans I might actually fulfill since my closest friends will be gone. I'd like to finally finish up those correspondence courses I started forever ago in an attempt to raise my GPA. I want to study for and take at least the regular GRE, if not the Lit. one. I'd like to make at least one object of clothing for myself and perhaps a piece of jewelry. I miss utilizing myself. I used to be crafty and poetic and I have gotten so lazy. I am planning to force myself out of this by getting my camera, taking a very good black and white photo and then making it into a background for a clock I plan to make for my new apartment. In New Orleans. After I find a job. And an apartment.

Oh, for what it's worth:
-Fundamentals of Literary Theory
-Rhetoric in Western Societies
-Love, Romance and Marriage in Literature and Film

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

leaving, goodbye

I recently had my wisdom teeth out. It has been unpleasant, but not overly so. Just lots of languishing on the couch with cats and painkillers. I am toughing it out at work.

E was just offered a job in Chicago today. It's one she's been working toward for awhile and I'm very excited for her. However, it sunk in as I drove home that she and R will both be leaving me in May. I felt pretty dark about that and began doing that thing where I stare off into space and sing along with snatches of songs and tap on the steering wheel in an effort to seem unconcerned, to keep myself from thinking about not thinking about it.

The other thing that has gradually become clear to me is that, the more I think on it, the more I think I would rather live in New Orleans than even bother continuing my application for University of Chicago. UChi is a better school than Tulane, with a more rigorous program and better classes overall...but there's still that nagging feeling that I want to live in New Orleans. A part of me thinks that's just my mind trying to talk me out of change. That could very well be, but I also can't ignore how strongly I feel drawn toward New Orleans, how much more the idea of living there excites me.

So far, I have bought plates, a can opener, two different types of vegetable peeler and a french press. I am preparing.

Monday, April 5, 2010


Found this on NYE and it resonated:

"You are not waiting for your life to start. This is your life. Don't wish for the next 10 days to be over."

Thursday, April 1, 2010


Yesterday, I resigned from my job. My last day will be August 13th (possibly earlier, but I wanted to give myself a monetary cushion just in case). I've been holding off talking to my boss about this because I was scared she'd freak out, but she took it well and thanked me for giving them ample time to find and train a replacement.

I thought I'd feel terrible about resigning from a company where I've worked 10 years, but I only felt a sense of closure. It's sad but good. That made me feel a little like I'm moving in the right direction.

Today, as I clicked "submit" on my statement of purpose to UChi, "Chicago" by Django Reinhardt came on iTunes. I refuse to allow myself to be (very) superstitious but... maybe?