Letters To Life : The “I-have-too-much-crap-going-on-right-now-to-write-anything-coherent” Edition March 28, 2012Posted by jeneypeney in all growed up, grad school, in it to gym it, insanity, letters, life, weddng madness.
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No, I am not going to freak out over the wedding stuff you keep bringing up. I WILL freak out over you continuously telling me not to freak out.
All my love,
Please take a chill pill, woman
As much as I am looking forward to you, I need the honeymoon more.
Vegas was a better idea
I underestimated you. You are infinitely more difficult to complete when I am working full time. And planning a wedding. I concede defeat.
I’m never getting my degree
Dear grad school,
Ho-lee shit, dude.
I’m not in undergrad anymore, Toto.
Dear Calf Muscles,
Get your shit together and quit cramping up on me after a measly mile.
There are not enough bananas and pickle juice in this world
Just get your shit together.
Blogging is not productive
Ch…Ch…Ch…Ch…Changes. January 25, 2011Posted by jeneypeney in all growed up, grad school, i wish i was still in college, life, piss and moan.
I know I haven’t been around the blogosphere much at all lately. I have lost twitter followers, blog readers, and everything in between and I wish I had an awesome excuse for you as to why.
What I do have for you, though, is an obligatory and typical “I’ve changed” blog post that proceeds a very long, lackluster period of blogging in which the blogger tries to explain said long, lackluster period of blogging while trying to be entertaining
and usually failing.
During the 365 days that were 2010 and the past 25 days that have been 2011, I’ve made a lot of big life decisions.
First of all, I decided to start grad school… while working full-time. I figured I could handle it since I worked part-time while I was a full-time undergrad. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a poor judgment call. In reality, doing anything while you work full-time in athletics is effin’ HARD. (I am proud to
gloat say that I am currently a 4.0 grad student so far!)
Then, I decided to toss in planning and paying for a wedding on top of all that.
I am afraid to say that all of this has caused me to…
::insert foreboding DUH DUH DUNNNNN noise here::
… grow up.
I know, crazy right?
Honestly though, I’ve completely lost interest in all the things my friends (who are younger, still in school full-time, single, etc.) are interested in.
I no longer have any interest in going to a party in which I will not know anyone. If there is potential for the party to become any sort of “rager”, I’m staying home.
On that note, I really have no interest in going out at all anymore. I’d rather sit around with my friends, have a few beers, and play cards. (And no, I don’t mean card games like Eff the Dealer or Circle of Death.)
If I do have the urge to go out, I really only want to go to the bars if it is on a “dead” night or if there are tables I can sit down at and have a conversation at. No people, no loud obnoxious music, and no seizure inducing strobe lights, please.
Lastly, I catch myself not wanting to hang out with my single friends as much because I feel like I’m an “outsider” now. Which blows my mind because I never felt like that when I was the single friend… but now I feel like I have nothing to talk about with them anymore.
And I feel this way with the blogosphere, too. Which is why I barely blog anymore.
I feel like I’m in this sort of blogging purgatory where I’m not quite one of those awesome “married bloggers” yet where I write about how insane my life is being attached to someone else nor am I one of those “cool, funny” bloggers anymore who just write about how insane their life is.
My life isn’t a funny sort of insane like it used to be – it’s just insane. And no one wants to read about that.
Letters to Life; The Snow Sucks and Grad School is Hard Edition January 12, 2011Posted by jeneypeney in grad school, letters, life, save yo drama fo yo mama, shenanigans, the midwest, weddng madness, winter = hellacious bitch.
I would greatly appreciate it if you would cut the whole “super-shitty-weather” on Friday/ “clear-skies-and-smooth-sailing” on Sunday shenanigans. It makes weekends with The Actual kind of stressful.
I Don’t Have 4-Wheel Drive
When I asked you during my interview if I needed to trade my Focus in for a larger car to deal with the heartless bitch that is North Dakota winter driving, I would have appreciated an honest answer.
I Still Don’t Have 4-Wheel Drive
Dear Fargo Drivers,
Snow and ice on the road does not give you permission to ignore right of way, the line you’re supposed to stop at for traffic lights, lane lines, speed limits, or any of the other state mandated rules of the road.
Not So Sincerely,
My Blood Pressure Is Through The Roof
Cut. It. Out. No one likes you anyway.
My Ass Is Freezing
Dear Stats Class,
So far, so good. Let’s keep it that way.
Don’t Screw With My 4.0
Could you be a doll and just plan yourself? I could care less about centerpieces and bridesmaid dresses. As long as The Actual shows up and the bar is open, I’ll be happy.
Pirate Vegas Wedding Is Looking Pretty Tempting