Hey! A creeping kid…
So, I finished my paper. It clocked in at 3,800 words, 3,000 of those were required. I was sitting here at around 4:30 p.m. yesterday scrolling through and scrolling through trying to find stuff to cut but I just couldn't look at it anymore. I just emailed it to my teacher and thought, “Fiddle dee dee.” I have until Monday to revise anything from this semester so I'll probably chop some of that off and touch up my profile of the PAAI gal. That reminds me, I need to call her today to see if I can traipse around Garfield with her this weekend.
I'm feeling a huge sense of relief, even though I'm not really done with school yet. Monday I can heave a deep sigh and actually mean it. Although I don't think I'll be very relieved until I have my diploma in my hand. Monday is my last undergraduate class ever and that's just taking my emotions for a ride. College has been such a huge part of my life for so long and now it's just over. How strange. I think I take the whole thing to heart a lot more than most people, though. A lot of people think that college is just something that you do, that you have to do, or that it's a huge racket that's forced down our throats nowadays. And in a way, all of those statements are true. I think because I went into college after the hugest failure of my life (ballet) it feels good to actually finish something, to succeed at it. I don't know, I'm sure there are many more deep psychological/societal reasons why I'm feeling so accomplished but who wants to read about that crap? Not me. Besides, you know as well as I do that when I don't end up with the QPA I was hoping for I'm going to be back on here whining that I failed at college. I'm just going to start smacking myself now.
Yesterday we took the baby to the pediatrician. We decided to just grit our teeth and pay out of pocket for the visit and the immunizations since he still doesn't have a social security number or insurance. We were anticipating a $200-something bill but apparently the state has this program in place that if your kid is temporarily uninsured they'll just cover the cost of the shots and charge an administration fee, which I guess is for the nurse who actually does the injecting. So we only ended up paying $93. Not bad, considering.
The baby has grown a couple of inches and gained a little less than pound. He's still in like the fourth percentile for his weight. Skinny. His doctor said that developmentally he's doing really well and that his speech is advanced for his age! The shots were a little traumatic and he cried for a really long time. The complete opposite of the last time we were there and they did the blood test. He didn't even flinch for that. Weird.
They were giving out free samples at the doctor's office of this formula for toddlers. I think that sounds like a racket but I don't really trust those formula companies. We took it anyway because it came in this cute little bag that I can use for the baby's…lunch or toys or something. You can't really contain a woman when it comes to a free bag.
I have a bunch of housewifey stuff to do today like laundry and tidying up the room where my computer is. Since I had so much work to do the past couple of days I've just sort of let the baby run wild in here. Now it's a total wreck.
I'm working on details for the friends portion of my graduation party. I've decided to have the formal thing at the University Club be just for family and then to have the gang over to my house. I'm excited because I haven't thrown a party in a long time. It should be fun but a lot of the “gang” members have become stodgy old bitches. I'm sure there will be drama but I think I'll borrow a stun gun or something from my cousin the constable. that should keep everyone in line. Of course, I don't even think he gets any weapons issued to him. But I'm sure he could hook me up. He has to know some crooked cops from all of those evictions that he does.
On the diet front: since February 25 I've lost 8 pounds. Not bad, but I'm trying to kick things into high gear now. Since I'm sort of almost over the hump, school-wise I should be able to indulge in more mindless activities like exercise. Totally.
Alright, my kid's getting mad at me for ignoring him and responding my trying to break the window with the rocking chair…don't ask.
