Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

I'm writing my to-do list in my blog to hold myself accountable. Usually I meticulously write them out on post-its and stick them all over my desk...but I've started to include stuff I've already done purely for the satisfaction of crossing it off...so they've turned pretty useless. I think it's a side effect of senior-itis (Still raging, still no cure). SO HERE WE GO: 1. Finish math homework (I still call it math homework. Speech pathology does not require math with fancy titles such as "Complex Variables and Applications" or "Differential Equations" or "Biostatistics" Math is math, stop trying to make it more than it is, people. I believe in addition, subtraction, and TI-84+ Silver Edition calculators.) 2. Completely pack up Mister Mac. -- For those of you who don't know..Mister Mac is my beloved Specialized Tarmac. He needs to be in a bike box, safe and sound by 4:30 tomorrow 3. Write a pack list ....Yes, I do indeed make li...

I'm so exhausted from this weekend I feel like I could sleep for 24 hours - unfortunately as per usual that's not an option. I wouldn't do it anyway, 11 hours seems to be my absolute slumber plateau. And that's only reserved for special occasions. It started off early at the ass crack of dawn with me crawling out of bed to catch a 6:45 am T-ride to Seaport. Interesting crowd on the sub-7 am T...happy I don't have to do it every day. I did make friends with a delightful homeless man who was inquiring about my shoes. Who knew lime green fastwitches could be so popular? Seaport is where the 2012 Boston Expo was held (much to my dismay). It is the single most inconvenient place to get to in the world. Fact. Instead of being at the normal venue, the Prudential Center, located a speedy 20 minute walk from BU's west campus, it's located a dreary 45 minute T ride + 15 minute walk. I'm not quite sure how I looked at 6:45 in the morning on the T but I wouldn...

Oh man blog readers I'm sorry I've neglected you the past two weeks! So many updates! First and foremost: I chose Utah State University for grad school and accepted their offer of an emphasis in Listening and Spoken Language! Not just because of the massive amount of tuition help/stipend/job opportunities, but because I'd get to work with adorable little kids and it's actually really interesting. And I have an audiologist at my fingertips to call for help! Yay siblings! I love ears! Especially widdle kid ones - so cute. Anyway. It's a really great program, I'm already in love with the professors there and have been talking on the phone/e-mailing constantly with them (most helpful/sweet people on the face of the planet), and googling Utah like a madwoman. Some pictures of my new campus...not gonna lie, I'm kind of digging the change from the Boston skyline: Mountain's majesty indeed. Secondly: That means in exactly 1 month and 2 weeks I'll...

I thought of this funny book idea while I was in the shower (I do all my best thinking washing my hair - doesn't everyone?) Rules  of  for Engagement 10 Doctrines for the Military Wife Well, it's actually girlfriend, but that sounds stupid and once you've been dating a man for over 2 years...let's face it, you do all the wifely duties anyway. So I'm already thinking of chapter titles and let me tell you, it had me giggling. 

Found out yesterday Utah State is offering me a $15,000 scholarship to get my masters degree there. I'm slowly but surely running out of reasons to not move to Utah in less than 2 months, regardless of whether or not I get into U. Utah or the Florida schools. I keep going back and forth between being wanting to move as soon as possible and being terrified out of my mind to blindly move to a small city in northern Utah that I've never stepped foot in.

I'm writing this blog as a preface to another blog I'm going to write later when I'm feeling more eloquent. But this weekend I'm going to ponder it in that ever-expanding bean of mine. Why is it I've spent 4 years in Boston and have no problem uprooting everything and moving across the country?  Does it reflect that I'm independent or disconnected from my environment? A lot of people in the world get very attached to things, to people, to possessions, to a place. I'm not sure if it's the circumstance of who I've met, what I have, or where I've lived, but I've never felt that. I've joked that I feel more attached to my bike than 95% of the people I've met - which is sad, but so many ways, true. Maybe it's the way I was raised. My mom always taught me to be independent, to be able to live 100% on my own, to always look out for number one. If someone was disrespecting me or making me feel anything less than what I thought I was, s...

NEW AERO HELMET! I've wanted one of these for forever and I finally bought one off my friend Ian for $50 (For a $330 helmet, I'd say that's the best bargain I've ever gotten). To be worn like this: Not this: Whew. Good things I knew that one. If I put my helmet on like that it would almost be as bad as that time I went to Walden with Max, Colin, and Dave and put Dave's wetsuit on inside out. Yes, that happened. Whatta nube I was. Anyway, Nanc and Mark should have no problem whatsoever spotting me at Nationals. Love, Me