For the first time in my life I've become the sort of person who wants to go out on friday night.

When I was younger, I enjoyed visiting friends on the weekend, but I never had much desire to do anything but see a movie and hang out at the house. In college, all my friends were built in to my house-- they were there constantly and we got into more trouble (and had more fun) working in our office or making culinary, ahem, masterpieces in the apartment.

Plus, North Dakota. I love you, but amazing with the nightlife you are not.

And now, I'm much more on my own. I live with a friend, but only one. Many of my friends are having Adventures on the other side of the globe (I'm looking at you, Boxgirl) and many others are simply invovled in their own lives.

Apparently becoming an adult is boring. Or at least -my- adulthood is boring. 

Of course, it doesn't have to be. I'm working on it.

So now that we're nearly at the end of the month I'll post again, mostly just to say that I had Taco Bell for the first time in ages and it was heavenly.

I've started compiling my portfolio- 4 out of ten poems are edited to my satisfaction. I'm...not actually sure what I'll do with it when I'm done, but I guess it's simply a good idea to have it done. I think I'll certainly need to write a few new pieces. I'm still feeling unsure in my voice. All I can do now is practice and try new things.


In an unrelated note, what is is about watching The Dog Whisperer that is so soothing?

Oh my god.

It has been an incredibly long week. New boss is good, frustrating student is EPICALLY frustrating and I hate all oncoming flu viruses.

There. Now you know. But my mommy and daddy are coming to take me out to dinner and it'll feel like college all over again. That's gotta be worth something.