Oh dear sweet blog, how I've neglected you so. Thankfully you live in the land of infinite cyberspace, and you are my forever friend.

I don't even know where to start, so I guess I'll just start.

Telephone call with potential roommate tomorrow. Looks like this may pan out in a cosmic kind of way. She is nice, her hubby is nice, the location is excellent, and I get my own bathroom. It's still a few months out, and talking to her tomorrow should help in solidifying plans.

Spoke with and emailed my resume to a very interesting political guy. He seemed friendly, and although I doubt he'd hold a position for me, it gave me that burst of excitement that I needed, knowing there is work out there and interesting people to provide that work.

School is INSANE. And, I mean infuckingsane. I spent last night and this morning (totaling 7 hours) on 9 assignments. I am resentful that my Friday nights are now designated as homework nights, but I really just don't have another solution for managing the massive homework assignments. My capeesh guy may make my knees wobble, but he makes my brain hurt and he may cause me to start smoking again. Bada bing that!

It's been over a month without a cigarette. Not even a little puff. I don't have the personality to socially smoke or have a puff now and then. I'm an all or nothing kind of gal, and that has its perks, just not with smoking. Last night I was so overwhelmed and stressed out by school that I cried and begged the bf for a smoke. I cried...for a cigarette. Maybe a little gross and over dramatic, but hell, I've heard it's easier to quit crack than smoking. I actually am craving cigs more now than I was during the first week. I think it's just the stress of everything. And, I feel like I'm gaining some some chunkage. I go to the gym 2 days a week instead of the 5 I was going before school started.

Things with the bf are the same. My birthday is next week, which is the 3 month mark until departure, so I may give it one more week and then drop the bomb. I can't believe time is moving so quickly.

Birthday is next weekend. Last year of my 20's. Fuck! Going to see the King Tut exhibit in SF, and then off to a fancy pants dinner at an old school SF steakhouse, Bobo's.

Tonight, meeting up with a good friend to see a hot Swedish band. Very much looking forward to that.

A Florida friend is going through a divorce, and we are going through a lot of the same feelings and experiences. We have both decided that next year, we are going to Scotland and riding horses. Sounds solid to me.