I sort of lost my focus these last few weeks and I'm paying for it now -- I'm jamming so much reading/homework into my daily routine to "make-up" for what I lost that the next six weeks (when the semester ends) looks hellish. Also included that I have to nail down an apartment by mid-December and Justin is coming for NYE.

Lord Throbbing should be arriving tomorrow! Woo!

I'm also way behind on personal matters (emails and the like) that I need to catch up on.

I will prevail, I always do.

Also still waiting to hear back about the graduate assistantship that I applied for last week. There is also a fellowship at Google that I want to do next summer but may pass for the time being until I get more edumucation under my belt.

Since nearly every NYE for the last forever have been more or less hellish, i.e. I've ended up OD'd in the hospital, sick with the flu or some other nonsense, Justin and I will be ensconced at the JW Marriott for the night, snuggled in our robes, watching movies and doing adult type things. Alcohol may or may not be involved, I haven't decided yet. Low-key is the word I'm going for here. We are going to be doing lots of touristy type stuff, such as hitting the museums (and doing the carriage ride at Meijer Gardens), checking out the exhibits at GRAM and scoping out good eats downtown. Or we may just sleep a lot and not move from the hotel -- whose to say?

Those last two weeks look to be nuts as if I get the GSA at school, I start on January 5th and will be moving the following weekend. If I don't get the GSA, I will still be moving before the weekend of the 12th and starting classes on the 12th. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to having my own space again. I swear I'm just going to lay naked in the middle of living room floor, spread eagled and not move for days. Well I would if I didn't have thepugkids with me.

I will have to say that today I was totally in love with the whole world. Today was the first day in a very long time I did not ask why. Today was the first day in a very long time I was happy for the sake of being happy -- not because of a man, or a job, hormones, drugs or any other artificial means. Forget the redundancy of self-help books and new-agey feel good anthems, I was happy because I could be and wanted to be.

Even though I'm exhausted right now, I'm totally in love with the world right now. And if I start singing "Kumbaya," someone put me out of my fucking misery. ;)