Friday, August 27, 2010

Et il commence..

I can't believe I'm blogging. You know why? Well, I'll tell you. Because I'm SO extremely: 1. busy 2. tired 3. tired. 4. busy 5. overwhelmed and 6. tired.

Let's recap the last week. I got home after work at 2AM Friday morning. I slept for a few hours, only to be up at the asscrack of dawn to get the worst manicure I've ever gotten in my life, followed by a long Walmart run, more driving on the worst road ever created, Rt 95, checking into a hotel, rehearsing a wedding, and going to a dinner with a billion people and even more driving. After very little sleep in my allergen-filled home, I once again had to be up before 7 to get my hair done (which would proceed to fall every 4 minutes despite the can and a half of hairspray and the 6,000 bobbypins in it). Then we had to drive BACK to the hotel, we had, oh, say, an hour? for both me and my mother to dress for the wedding, only for us to sit in the insanely hot reception hall while everyone else took pictures. Fortunately, there was complimentary champagne to drink on an empty stomach. Proceed with the ceremony, my shoes being too small, and the reception, which included amazing hors d'oeuvre, 7+ cosmos, more champagne, wine, and my good ol' friend, Jack Daniels. The bartender was my bff after the first hour. What was his name again? Anywho. The hotel beds were phenomenal, however, I only got to spend a few hours in them, just to be up bright and early for breakfast

I then drove to my alma mater, to see my bff, where we did nothing for about 4 hours and then went to eat. I left about 2 hours later than I wanted to, and of course, on my way back to CT, the sky just opened up and RAINED. Like, really really really rained. Hard. I got into CT, still 2 hours from home, and pulled over. I paid an astronomical amount of money for a cheeseburger while I waited for the rain to not stop. I finally mustered up some courage along with the heartburn, and went off again. I got about 30 miles until I hit traffic, on my good friend, Rt 95. I was only about 5 miles from my exit. But I sat in that traffic for TWO HOURS, only inching about two miles in those two hours.Of course, during those two hours of not moving, the rain stopped completely, only starting again when the traffic broke. I'm not even remotely joking, either.

I got home at 2am, having to be up, dressed, presentable and professional at 7:30am. WTF. Here starts Monday morning, my first day of orientation.

So, I knew I was going to be a TA. But I came from a school that didn't have TAs, in fact, they actually BOASTED that they didn't have TAs. So are TAs bad? I hope not. But anyway. I have no past experience to gauge my future on. I thought I'd be grading papers and tests, maybe taking attendance, you know. Doing the bitch work for a professor. Well, I was half right. I still get to do all the bitch work. But I also get to teach. Like, really teach. Like, I have my own class that I teach 100% of the time, MY class, MY students. Zero professor involvement. WHAT!? So I find this out on Monday. I think it's grad school orientation, you know, a campus tour, how to register, etc. Nope, it's a TA orientation, how to teach, how to do professor things, etc. WHAT!? Ahhh. So I was in freak-out/still-tired-from-the-wedding mode for 3/4 of the day. I finally started to feel better about things. Then they told me I would be a TA for a second class. WHAT!? But for this one, the professor teaches and I really am just doing the bitch work. I wasn't alone, I've made some great friends/colleagues so far and we've had a lot of fun despite our sleep-deprived overwhelmedness. Two of the other new French TAs live in my town, less than a mile from me. I get to work directly with legit French people, and the languages department in general ROCKS. We had an "I will survive" party last night. It was awesome. The people being wonderful and the home feeling, and the I'm-not-in-this-alone feeling is very, very needed and calming. 

So, recap: Wedding was great but tiring, driving sucks immensely, school is overwhelming, busy, but I have great people to work with. 

Classes start Monday, but I have Mondays and Fridays off (how awesome did THAT work out?!) so Tuesday at 11am, I'm teaching my first French class, then taking my first grad class, then TAing my first class.

Wish me luck.

xo Stace

Monday, August 16, 2010

Quelqu'un aimer

Just a quickie today, butttt. I'm in a great mood. I know from the past, it seems like I'd never been in a good mood ever again. But alas, I am.

Things with boy have VASTLY improved. We spent a great weekend together, and we didn't even have the weekend off of work. We didn't go out or anything.. we just spent two nice nights together and it was just.. nice. We rented a movie we didn't watch.. I just attempted to watch it... it was horrible, I couldn't get through it.

In other news, I'm having the hardest time EVER finding a planner that I like and isn't $3,034,095. Ugh.

The real reason for this blog post is that I wanted to give a shoutout to my friend, Melanie. She's been one of my close friends since the 5th grade. We've fallen out of touch the past few years, with our lives going in different directions, but every once in a while we have an hour-long Facebook chat that's filled with tons of  lmfao's and omg's. We had one of those chat's recently, and she told me she started a blog that's going to follow her new diet. I'm excited for her, she's so enthusiastic and motivated.

So here, Smelly (don't ask... hahah), I wish you the best of luck, I know you're going to do great!!  Everyone should read her blog, follow it, and comment/motivate her. Melanie's Journey

With that done, I'm going to head out.

xo Stace

PS - 5 days until the wedding, 7 days until orientation, 13 days until work ends, and 14 days until classes start

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Je vous ai promis..

A while back I promised you some photos of my apartment. Here they are! We'll do the upstairs first.

This is my bedroom. That bed took me 3 weeks and a lot of angry phone calls to get. But it's preetttttty :). And my bookshelf of clutter, and my computer desk. And my crafty wall art. My room is pretty huge... I should show you my closet space, that alone is probably bigger than my dorm room at Rider.

Look! I have a linen closet!! The shelf with the white bucket thing and the one underneath it are mine =].

My upstairs bathroom! The shower curtain was graciously donated by my future sister-in-law, Erica. In between the bathroom and the linen closet is my roommate's room.

Let's go downstairs!

Those are my stairs, and my wobbly banister. And that's my front door that we never use! =] Just to the right of my door way is my ...

Living room! Do you like our cheapo couch covers? They are just top sheets. Legit sofa covers are really expensive, it's nuts. It's okay though, I don't feel so bad when I spill stuff on them =P. Oh, and don't notice the Disney channel on the TV. Next!

Dining room! My really ghetto card table/chairs.. but they serve the purpose. And the hideous, hideous table cloth that I only picked because it was $4. And, I already melted a hole through it, but it's flipped, so we're all good in the hood.

My back door and my little patio area. We don't have anything back there though. But we park back there, even though I don't think we're supposed to. It's much closer/easier. Come visit me and you'll see why.

And last but not least...

My kitchen! It looks tiny here... but it's actually quite spacious. And to the left of the microwave/toaster oven tower is a little bathroom (and I mean little). But it's cute and yay =]. It has one of those little sliding doors that always get stuck in the wall.

But yeah, that's my apartment in a nutshell! I like it a lot =]. Come visit me!

xo Stace

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Ce sentiment

Do you ever have that feeling that you're bored, like crazy, crazy bored and would do anything short of kill to have something to do? But really, you could write a to-do list a mile long, but nothing on your to-do list sounds appealing and you'd rather be bored senseless then do what you SHOULD be doing?

That is how I've felt, for almost a month. I'm in this weird place where it feels like a lot is going on yet my life feels like it's at a standstill.

I've never really been a fan of summer. I don't look good in summer outfits (ie bathing suits, tank tops, shorts, etc), I hate bugs, bees, and humidity, and I hate sweating and feeling gross. And now being in my own apartment, I hate it being hot and then having to pay an astronomic electric bill because I just want to sleep with some A/C on. I can't wait for the weather to cool down. I crave for the days where hot tea is enjoyable and making dinner doesn't make you feel like you need a shower when you're done. Summer puts me in a pissy mood in general, and this summer is no exception.

Work is getting to me a little bit, but I really don't have anyone to talk to about it. I used to, and it was great, but that venting source was cut off unexpectedly. Stef tries to listen, and it helps a little, but it's better when the people you're venting to know who you're venting about, you know. I only have a couple more nights of work left, anyway, but it feels endless.

The wedding is in 10 days.. woo. It's really the last thing in the world I want to hear about. I've been pretty uninvolved for the last year and then some.. yet now we have just over a week left and people all of a sudden care what I think.

Oh, and boys suck. A lot.

I also have been experiencing the worst cabin fever ever. I want to go out and be a 22 yr old so bad! But I don't know anybody here, and I don't want to be that creepy want-to-be-cool-but-really-a-loser fat girl who goes to a bar alone and tries to talk to people. I only know two people here my age... my roommate, who is nice and great to live with but she has a boyfriend and she's already started her classes, and we barely see each other. And the other, well he's made it quite clear to me that I'm strictly his maid and nothing else (don't ask, just don't).

So to wrap it up, I'm in a crappy mood. And I probably will be until August 30. I miss my friends, I miss having said friends be a short drive away. I miss doing things. I miss speaking French. I miss 50 degree weather. I'm hating watching my friends' lives be awesome via Facebook while mine reeks of boring and Connecticut.