Well, all that waiting only to learn that I have more waiting in my life. Damn.

So for the next two weeks, my life will consist of:

Applying for non-JET options

Waiting to be upgraded

Applying for Nashville jobs

Getting my books in order for the next person to take over

Readying for moving


Busy busy

This limbo stage? Really over it.

I think I'm becoming a hippie. All I want to do is wear big bangles, hoop earrings and flowy skirts. Maybe I'm just antsy for spring, or maybe I'm doing too much yoga.

I have a new goal for the year. I want to run a half marathon. My heel is still not up to par, but I've stayed off it for two months and now I don't care anymore. It hurts when I stretch it and when I leave it alone at random points. So I'm just going to invest in some good running shoes and hopefully go for it. Too bad I can't train in time for any spring runs. Looks like I'll just take it slow for the fall where I'll hopefully run a half marathon in Bhutan or Thailand.

yes.

Waiting for the best part of my week.

I'll miss this when it's gone.

Ah for Christmas break. I am not looking forward to traveling with other grumpy people, but it will be so nice to get home and see my family and not worry about how it's -25 wind chill here in Chicago.

Happy Holidays my loves.

My heart feels heavy this week.

I'm a little behind on updating my winter to do list. My fall list of things to do ended as a smashing success I do say though.

So here's what I'd like to do this winter:

• Go see the lights on Mag Mile and Macy's windows: It's lame and touristy I know, but I have great memories of the few times I was in NYC as a kid and got to see the city all trussed up, so I'd like to keep the tradition
  
  
• Snowball fight in the park: no explanation needed.
  
  
• Knit more: I have a scarf that has been begging to be finished for a while now, and some arm warmers that are also calling to me.
  
  
• Burlesque performance: I'm so excited and happy and nervous that I could throw up. But really, I am excited to be on stage again, and practicing new skillz.
  
  
• Reach 100 posts on FnF: I'm at 70 currently, so I need to write a lot in December, but I think it'd be a good end to the year.
  
  
• Buy a NYE dress: I've been trolling eBay for finds, but nothing's really grabbed me yet. There was a beautiful dress I saw on Zappos, but its $300, so I need to wait if I love it first.
  
  
• Snowboard: I have wanted to go every year I've been in Chicago and haven't yet! Tragic since there are plenty of places close by.
  
  
• Hot cocoa and cuddles: My apartment is a little chilly. A human radiator from time to time is a nice thing.

I wanted to steal this dead bee hive for you. It's perfect. Grey swirls with red leaves still clinging to the sides of a barren tree. We could climb inside and make it home.

I think one of my goals in life is going to be to write a romance novel. I think they're hilarious and writing something so over-the-top dramatic and dirty would be really freeing. And just think of the cover options! Problem is, I don't read them, at all, and I feel like I would need to in order to write one. Guess I'll either need to get on that, or reinvent the genre.

Happy Monday.

GObama!

Screw the haters. It's about damned time we stopped being an ignorant, stagnant country.

This week has been all Nick Cave and Tom Waits.

I need a mouthful of cigarettes and whiskey.

So I realized that my hair is a completely different color in every FnF post I've put a photo of myself in, and two of the colors were both this month, which is even funnier I think.

Speaking of which, since my tattoo appointment was rescheduled until Thursday, I think some hair dye is in order.

Dinner tonight consists of instant miso soup, instant tuna with yellow curry, instant potatos and rice (not instant).

At least when I do instant, I do it classy.

The weekend was very smoke rings, Pushing Daisies, mechanical dragons, and blue hair.

I am seriously over the summer weather though.

There is a fake rat on my desk and I'm trying to decide who to give it to . . .


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