Beach blog blobb

I can’t wait for fall. As in cooler weather. I’m so over this damn heat. We went out to Blackfoot yesterday and swam in the reservoir, a pithy cool down, but it really sucks there’s no water in Pocatello.

Blackfoot also treated us to some serious backboobs, pregnant men, the pierced nipples God forgot and quite the plethora of not so hot beach bods. If Lake Coeur d’Alene is where you go to see and be seen, the Blackfoot reservoir is where you wish you couldn’t see.

We made fun of a lot of people, behind their backs of course (you don’t mess with 350 lbs of hick)… and then got our windshield chipped twice on the drive back. Call it karma.

TGIF

First week of school is almost over. The thing about not having class on Fridays is that there’s no “hey, what’s everyone doing this weekend…?” at the end of class. Although since half my program seems to be recruited from a Bible school, I don’t know that it would make much of a difference anyways.

I was manning the Gender Center table at the Quad Party last night and let’s just say that when I spotted my religious class mates in the crowd, I did not wave them over to see if they’d bet interested in some free condoms.

During class on Monday we were going over this poem, and I don’t claim to get poetry, I don’t even claim to belong in this class since most the terminology is over my head and I feel like the Thai kid in the Swedish 8th grade class I was teaching a few years ago. Anyways, total side track, so we’re going over this poem and even though I don’t get much, I get that this is about a hooker. I mean, it was pretty obvious. But so this Bible dude is like
“yeah, it has so many different and interesting levels to it, where one can only guess what he means… like this about laying in bed during the day, why would anyone do that…? Who knows what he really means by that….bla bla”
And me and some of the others are looking at each other like, is he serious right now?
Finally the professor has to tell him the poem is about a working girl, but I don’t even think he believed him.

Oh, lord.

So my mom asked my niece, who just started the first grade, what she learned in school.
“Well Grandma” she said, “it’s only been two days so not very much”
They had gone over some letters, all of which she already knew. And written their names, a skill she also already masters. So overall, school was not very exciting.

I’ve spend three days in school so far, and even though I wouldn’t say I’ve been overloaded with new information (just overloaded by the sheer amount of coursework) I have learned a few new things. Like the fact that the US doesn’t have an official language. And the fact that grammar is really only syntax, not phonology, semantics and the all the other aspects of linguistic studies we often refer to as grammar.

That’s how interesting I am for the moment. Ask Adam, he just came over and decided it was more fun to sit on the porch and wait for Nate than to hang out with me.

Fall 2011, T-0

Got a lot of our shit unpacked. Have a lot of it sitting in boxes and bags still. Also have yet to clean out the old place. I’m thinking I should call our old landlady tomorrow and ask about our deposit. She really wants us out pronto, keeps asking when we’re gonna be out so she can have the carpets cleaned and stuff. But we paid for all of August (and I found her a new tenant) so unless she’s thinking of giving us some deposit back… I’m having hard time seeing what my incentive for hurrying up to tidy up would be.

And tomorrow school starts. I don’t know that I’m ready. Well, my books aren’t here yet so in that sense, I’m definitely not ready. But bring it, we’ll see how it goes.

lots now

In the process of moving. In the process of starting up the semester. Plenty to get fixed, sorted out, taken care of, stuff like that.

I have new student orientation tomorrow with the English department. I’m not counting on it being all that amusing, but it will be nice to actually be considered part of the program and meet some other new students. Last semester when I was unclassified, green and lost I constantly felt like I didn’t belong and somebody was about to blow my cover any second. Now I hope there are some other lost souls, who are nice, normal and not too pretentious.

I got my books ordered. There will be lots to read this semester. Hopefully not too much old English, cause that’s really not my forte...

Oh school. Will I ever not go there?

Dylan’s over at the house, painting and ripping carpet. He was talking about brown walls this morning… maybe I should go over there and put in my two cents about colors? Two cents, or veto.

Real life sucks

Oh sweet panic, here you are again. Books, financial aid, insurance waivers, dead lines, dead lines… I’m not ready for summer to be over. I want to go back out to Buhl, wake up to the smell of pancakes and coffee, with a yappy wiener dog licking my feet.

Old Town

The sun broke through the leaves of your squirrel infested trees and made bright patterns on the sidewalks built before wheel chairs and crutches were invented, as I walked to work this morning. The sidewalks that haven’t been touched by the hand of maintenance since then and will make you fall on your face if you dear look up and make eye contact with the people sitting out on their front steps in the a.m, amongst empty beer cans and barking dogs.

Oh, Old Town, how I complained about you. Your location. Said you were on the wrong side of the tracks when clearly, you were right where you’re supposed to be. Your people. But who am I to judge? Supply and demand as the first rule of business is probably even older than you, dear Old Town. If the crack heads all live in a place and crack is your business, then take your business to that place and you shall thrive.
Right?

Your empty windows, your shady bars, your unused and withered potential… Oh Old Town, you are the grandmother that fails to adapt to the world, the movie that nobody gets, the joke that was actually a tragedy.
I am moving soon. Moving on.
And only now do I begin to see you for what you are. Only now am I seeing the beauty of emptiness and the charm of misfits. I want you to know that I will miss you. Miss you like that grandmother when she’s gone. Like the movie when you lost that tape and it doesn’t even matter cause nobody has a VCR anymore. When I leave, you won’t be a joke. Or, you will be the best joke.

Oh, Old Town. Give me one last hug. Embrace me with filth, drugs, inappropriateness and hopelessness. For you have a place in my heart.

Sugar does it again

So my new landlord called me a while ago and I got so excited I kicked my computer over and now the damn thing won’t stop rebooting and I’m using Sammy’s computer while contemplating just leaving early. If computers can get concussions, then I’m pretty sure that’s what happened, memory loss, confusion, I think it may be nauseous too. And speaking of which… I took a little walk around campus while I still thought the rebooting thing would be a quick ordeal, and got so dizzy and shaky I had to eat all the candy we had in the office to get my blood sugar back up. We don’t normally have a huge stack of candy in here or anything but every once in a while there's a bag of left over stuff… thank god!
It took 2 star bursts, 2 pouches of Sweet Tarts, 5 laffy taffys and a big box of nerds to get me feeling like a person again. Person on major sugar rush… but a person all the same.

We got the house. We’re leaving crazy, sketchy Old Town and moving to the right side of the rail road tracks. Yeah!

W too much paper work

So it seems we got the house! That’s a major yay, right there! But I’ll hold off on details and such until I have more of them and it’s a sealed deal. Don’t want to get ahead of myself.

Two more weeks till school starts. I need to look into student loans, I need to get books. I need to figure out my work schedule. I need to get my insurance waived. I wish Dylan wasn’t hiding out in the woods while all these practical issues are needing attention. I have no car, no clue where our W2’s are, the tax forms…?
Now you’re thinking I’m all lazy and spoiled and non-independent leaving all that up to the man. Well, eventually I’ll get my hands dirty doing taxes and writing checks too, I will. But I did all that practical stuff while we were living in Sweden so I think it’s only fair he does it here.

Although now I kind of wish I would have paid more attention.

Sunday Night

Good anniversary weekend coming to an end. We handed in Nate’s application to the owner of the house this morning and she kind of let on that we had a good chance… so we kind of got our hopes up.
A lot.
Hopefully we get it.

Then Dylan left for Reno and I cleaned up the house a little bit. When he surprised me by coming home Tuesday night, he was so freakin pleased to find the place kind of messy.
Like “oh, you always give me shit about not cleaning but look at this place when I’m not even here!” which is true in a way… but what he doesn’t realize is that there’s a HUGE difference.
Namely, my own mess doesn’t bother me. His mess drives me bananas. Huge difference. So I waited till he was gone to clean, so he wouldn’t just ruin it right away.

House hunting continues

Just handed in an application for a house. It's a sweet one. And huge. We'd be upstairs and Nate and Colby downstairs. And there'd still be so much space. So much space I almost feel like I should by stuff I don't need just to fill up some of all the storage rooms.
If we don't get it we'll be disappointed, but we're still looking around for other options as well. I'm hopeing we can be out of here at the end of the month... but that might be a little too hopefull.

Anyways, Lava Hotsprings treated us to a fun anniversary. We floated the river, soaked in hotpools, went to dinner at a Thai place that served and charged us so quickly I've spent longer eating at McDonalds.... and then drinks and live music. Real fun night.
Tonight we're staying in watching a foreign film about some violin playing guy in the chec republic....it's actually allright, Dylan has chosen way worse movies in the past.

Hubby is Home

Dylan came home last night. As a surprise for our anniversary (that’s not until Monday, but still…) so he’ll be home until Sunday and then just go back to work the last 4 days.
So that was a real great surprise, I’m so glad to have him home.
I just wish he would breathe a little quitter and lower his body temperature a tad… also maybe not steal my pillow.
I guess I’ve gotten kind of used to sleeping alone…

Monday night TV..what will I watch next week?

I’m glad Ashely picked JP. But seriously, is this good television? Ben was heartbroken. On TV. I’m sure he’s long over it by now and that this whole experience will get him laid a lot now that the show is over, and I KNOW they all went into this knowing what would, or could, happen… and blah, blah.

But I refuse to believe that there wouldn’t be a show if people like me didn’t watch it. Cause first of all, I’m clearly not like the others watching it… and second of all, they don’t make TV shows for the viewers, right? They make them for the money, I’ve heard that...

I wonder if Ashley and JP are still a couple? Will still be a couple?
I wonder if I should do something better with my time than watching the Bachelorette?

Nah…