Monthly Archive for April, 2007

“Well, It’s Laughter That Comes Up When I Cry For You…”

Post Secret is, I’m sure, saving lives by posting people’s secrets. It’s cheaper than therapy and is this generation’s version of a help line. I’m so glad Al Gore invented the intranets.

“Presence”

Hard day at school. Actually, hard week at school. It’s getting close to finals, which means I’m rapidly losing my mind. I’ve been having late nights and early mornings with a lot of reading/learning/outlining/memorizing in between. The good news is that little to no sleep mixed with a few crappy-weather days and stress gives me the flu. I came home late last night sneezing, coughing, aching with my throat on fire, etc. Then I woke up, and it was worse. I decided I wanted to nip it in the bud so I took an insane amount of vitamin C. Also, this has led to debate between my friends for a few hours over whether it was “nip it in the bud” or “nip it in the butt”. I like Peter’s the best — “nip it in the ass”. Anyway, I’m going with my original thought — nip it in the bud.

But the good news is that I got to come home to something other than the flu. The Fiance has put up with my Coach/Tiffany’s/anything else expensive and/or pretentious (read: overpriced) addiction very well over the years. In fact, he kinda feeds into it. It turns out he really does pay attention when I go to coach.com everyday and say “isn’t this cute?!?!” or “omg, I NEED this”. He’s pretty much awesome because I came home to this beauty. AND this to go with it.

Best. Fiance. Ever. I love that he knows that flowers are completely (well, not completely) wasted on me. My heart beats for things that will last longer than 3 days. Today, *he* is my favorite thing about being a grown up.

He knew it had been a hard few weeks, and that the weeks ahead were only going to be tougher…and nothing makes me feel like I can make it through like a brand new shiny Coach book bag. Er, I mean, a great and thoughtful fiance. He’s sweet though…most girls have to beg and beg for something and then waste a birthday present on getting it. Not my man…he surprises me on a random Tuesday. The women of the internet can now proceed to hate/be jealous of me. Go ahead, I have it coming.

I hope he knows this only means that I now need this and this.

*Note: It took me 45 minutes to figure out what to link to because I literally wanted everything and couldn’t make my mind up. 1) Time well spent; 2) I should buy stock in this stuff so that maybe I can make a little bit of money off of an expensive habit.

“There’s Much More Than We See Here”

I feel guilty. I havn’t blogged in a long, long time. But you can’t really blame me. You should be blaming the smarties who wrote this book: