Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you

Matt and I are engaged.

He proposed almost two weeks ago on Sunday in Pensacola on the beach. It was absolutely perfect in every way.

And yes, I'm very happy.

Date:	2005-03-02 15:17
Subject:	I hate you, Hudgins
Security:	Public
Mood:	stressed
Music:	The Mamas and The Papas - California Dreamin', The Misfits

I just bombed, failed, blew my Stats test.

I put an enormous amount of work into that damn class. I even made A's (and one B) on the Practice Tests. I (foolishly) felt pretty good going into the test... until it was set in front of me. It was nothing like any of the reviews. There were 2 questions with multiple parts - and the question with 70% of the multiple parts was the one I couldn't figure out. I must have asked the TA about a million questions. After an hour, I gave up. Staring at it any longer was just going to make me start crying. Never have I been more frustrated on a test - usually if I don't know the answer, it's because I don't understand that aspect of the class. But not this one. I know what I'm doing, but that test was PhD level rather than undergrad. Fortunately, when I walked out class had already officially been over for 5 minutes and a minute later he made everyone turn in their papers. After talking to a few people (including Matt, who listened to me cry on the phone), I've come to the conclusion that everyone was as blown away by that test as I was, if not more. Craig and I are going to see Hudgins before the grades come out so he doesn't suspect we just don't like our grades.

I'm so stressed out, between this test, the Botany one on Monday and Managerial Accounting on Thursday. No wonder I actually cried. And if it clears anything up, I have to make an A in this class to get into Business School. So this is a really really big deal.

I hope Hudgins feels really bad when he sees the grades.

So the retreat went well enough. And I just returned from Washington, DC yesterday.

DC was amazing. Cold, but amazing. I could have wondered around the American History Smithsonian forever. The exhibits on the American Presidents were so fascinating, and they had a new exhibit on America At War - basically every war since The Revolution through now. All in all, I got to see the Lincoln Memorial, which Matt spit on twice, the Washington Monument (as close as I could get, since it is currently closed), the White House during the day and at night - both times of which we spotted the snipers, the Department of Justice, the Department of the Interior, basically all the Departments..., the Smithsonian American History and the Natural History, the Declaration of Independance, the Constitution & the Bill of Rights. We were going to hit up the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum as well as head over to Arlington Cemetary and see Lee's house, but I felt too crappy.

We celebrated my birthday at the Capitol Hill Pub & Brewery. It was really nice.

Mereike (damn cat) ate one of my prescription pills this morning (actually, she more chewed on one) and after frantic calls to the vet, I had to take her in. Stupid cat is perfectly fine, but I was able to get some different food from the vet that we can feed her 30% more of a day, so that will hopefully cut out the 5am wakeups from a meowing, hungry cat.

We're going to Nat's ranch this weekend.

And I swear, if anyone tries to eat my food, I might just kill them.

And the even suckier thing is that I will have to go running on the only trail there is... and there's a great possibility that I will get bitten by a random snake.

All of my money goes to food. All of it. I spent $90 at the grocery store this week. And none of it was fluff - it was stuff like soymilk, spinach, cereal and oatmeal. Nothing exciting :/

Matt and I went to dinner with Nick tonight. I wondered if he'd pick up the tab, but he had to bail on us early. I felt bad for the waitress because she/the kitchen screwed up my order twice. First I said no cheese or sour cream, and it came with both. Then it came with no cheese or sour cream, but steak instead of chicken. So they had to fix it... again. By the time my food came, Matt and Nick were almost done eating. And then they got sopapillas, which I can't eat. Stupid.

So I squirted the syringe contents all over Franklin's lettuce today, after talking to the Vet about it. He likes to walk all over his food, in some weird defensive mode, before he eats it, so it usually gets spread all over his cage and he eats the rest later. But I was so worried about him somehow missing the pieces with the medicine on them that I kept picking them up and putting them back on his dish. After he fell asleep for the night, I put the uneaten pieces in the fridge for him tomorrow. So, keep the fingers crossed!

I sold two of my books from last year. One to Sara and one to some girl named Heather that has to be the most adorable girl I've ever seen. I was giving her tips on how to ace the class and it looks like I might tutor her (since I got an A). Maybe I could make some extra money.

Krista had her baby today! She called me this morning to tell me her water broke and that I didn't need to pick her up (I'd been driving her to and from school since it started since she was due next week). She had Abby this afternoon and I'm going to see them tomorrow (Kristi & I went to the pool, so I couldn't get there before visiting hours ended). I'll be babysitting Abby on the weekends, hopefully in exchange for Stats tutoring :)

Poor Franklin. He has internal parasites, again.

So the vet sent me 3 syringes of meds to somehow stuff down his throat. So I'm supposed to get a 3-man team together, have one person hold his head, another hold him and then somehow pry his mouth (beak) open to insert the syringe and hope he swallows. Well, after a combined total of about 30 minutes of failure, it's not grabbing his head or holding him that's the problem... it's getting him to open his mouth. I don't want to pry it open because I'm afraid to hurt him. So tomorrow I call the vet... again.

It's very sad to think that in less than one week, my days of sleeping til 1:45pm will be over.

Was scheduled to swim today, but my upper body is killing me from lifting yesterday, so I modified that and did a 30 min spin. Then, as I was stretching in the room by the office, Jack was in there with some old guy who was very overweight. It certainly made me feel better about my own body image, but at the same time, very happy for the guy who is obviously taking the first step towards getting into shape. Now we'll see if we ever see him there again. That will be an indicator.

Then, as I was backing out of my parking spot, slowly, some idiot comes driving up the aisle. I certainly saw him, as indicated by the fact that my car had reached a total stop a full 2 seconds before he so rudely honked at me. Was that really necessary? Afterall, I'd obviously seen him or else I wouldn't have stopped. There's a reason you're supposed to drive slowly through the aisles of a parking lot. Not to mention that my car had only backed out about a foot out of the parking space... it's not like I was all the way out in the middle of the aisle.

I am feeling almost completely healthy again. I stopped taking my Augmentin yesterday because it was upsetting my stomach so much. The nurse had said that it was strong. If I start to get sick again, I suppose I will have to go back on it.

Date:	2005-01-10 13:42
Subject:	In a daze, cause I found God
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative
Music:	"I want to break free" by Queen

Matt and I went to see "Meet The Focker's" on Friday night. It was pretty good - not phenomenal, but good. And Kelly was definitely right about there being a lot of sex in the movie.

After 2 full rest days (damn you, upper respiratory infection!), I'm headed to the gym. I'm sure they'll have missed me... afterall, I'm one of the only females there. =)

Matt, Mike and I bought our plane tickets to DC for February last night. I'm excited as hell. We'll be celebrating my birthday there, the night before we leave to fly back. The club is picking up everything, which will be nice. CPAC will be extremely conservative, though, so I'll have to get a skirt to make my business suit more "traditional". I think the pants will be fine for some parts of it, but I'll need a (conservative) skirt for some. It's looking like there will be 8 of us going.

Date:	2005-01-09 12:49
Subject:	"I Want To Break Free"
Security:	Public
Mood:	sick
Music:	"Killer Queen" by Queen

Today, Bob and Zelda met their demise. Well, actually, Zelda had already exploded, but Bob met his demise: the inside of the trash can.

Rant for the day: People that don't take care of their pets

I don't think anything makes me as mad as people who let their pets die because of neglect. I used to work with a girl that moved out of her apartment and left her fish there to die. She dumped half a jar of fish food in there and figured if he didn't die from overeating or lack of oxygen, he'd eventually die of hunger. YOU took the responsibility of the care of that pet when you acquired it. If you don't want it anymore, give it away. PetCo stores will take in any pet, even if it was not bought there, at any time. It doesn't have to die.

Went to the doctor yesterday and sat with Matt in the waiting room for hours. I have an upper respiratory infection and a sinus infection. It took the doctor, once he finally got to me, about 2.4 seconds to determine that. Which makes me wonder... if he spends that amount of time on each patient, what was he doing back there while we were all waiting?

Now, I'm sitting here watching Franklin roam the living room and Mereike follow him around. She acts scared of him, like she is unsure what that moving rock is. But she's a great babysitter, because he is sometimes hard to locate, but a big, fat, white cat isn't.