Yeah, its been over a month now.

So I'm not the most diligent in posting, I'm well aware. Today is the first day in 3 months that I've been able to sit down and just relax. It feels really weird too. I feel like I should be doing something, but I honestly have nothing I need to be doing.

Well, I have just over a week of classes left, and then I'm done for the semester. I CAN'T WAIT!!! I took the Illinois Test of Basic Skills...and thank god that's over. People said it was easy and not to worry about it.

Please.

I guess if you're a "good" test taker, you have nothing to worry about. Unless it's a test in how to wash a sinkful of dishes, I'm pretty much screwed. I'm terrible at taking tests, which is ridiculous. Intelligence and ability can be measured in other capacities. Unfortunately, that's not what the school is looking for. Boo. I'll find out my scores December 6th. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

I also took the GRE last weekend. Boy oh boy, that was a doozy. Unlike the ITBS, this was completely computerized. For the essay portion, it was great. I'm confident that I did fairly well on the essays...I like to think I'm a decent writer. As for the remainder of the test (ie, math) and the vocab...I didn't do so well. There was something rather annoying about taking it on a computer...and I'm sure the ladies running the testing center had a blast watching me take it. I was squirming around constantly...playing with my hair...beating on my head like it was a drum. I just couldn't concentrate. As soon as the test was over, I got to see my scores. Like I said, not so hot.

Now I wait.

I don't know if I'll be accepted into the program. Hopefully my GPA (you need at least a 2.75 from your undergrad...mine was a little over a 3.0) will push me past my low test scores. Hopefully. If I don't get in, I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. This whole semester will have been one giant waste. That'll mean no grad school...no future. Stuck in the cube indefinitely.

That's a scary thought.

In other news, not a lot is going on. Cheree just had her baby girl on Thursday...a Turkey Day baby. Two kids now. Yikes. I give her major props...that's definitely not something I could ever do. Or frankly have any desire to do. I guess I'm just selfish like that. Who knows...perhaps as I get older, that will change.

And speaking of older...damn. I've been compiling a mental list of ways you know you're getting older. Here are a few I can think of off the top of my head:

*You find yourself really excited about Christmas, but it's the giving part, not the receiving.

*You discover a new found appreciation for Dave Mathew's Band. Yeah, you used to hate them, but now you can kinda understand why people were so obsessed. Kinda.

*You can't sleep past 8:30 on the weekends. And when you do, you feel like you've wasted 1/2 the day.

*The thought of purchasing new appliances is very exciting.

*Discovering a restaurant that serves flavored creamers with coffee is like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

*Staying out until 2am at a bar? Please. Try 11:30.

*Receiving "Golden Girls" DVD sets for your birthday. Ok, that's a lie. That's ALWAYS been a favorite show of mine...even when I was a wee one.

*Taking two days off after a strenuous workout because your body is just that sore. Sad.

I know I have more, but my old brain isn't being much help right now. It's overworked.

It's been a little over a month since we had Scruffy put down. Everybody is doing well, we just miss her like hell. I find myself frequenting the pet store all too often to visit the puppies. I want one sooo bad...but not right now. Someday, perhaps. I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but I purchased an urn for her. It's a really pretty red oak box with a picture of her on the front. On the bottom there's a small plaque that says:

Scruffy
1996-2008
She left a Paw Print in our hearts

She's currently sitting on the entertainment center in the living room where we visit her often. I miss my kid!

The cat has been pretty needy lately. Every night she pushes open my bedroom door and sleeps at the foot of my bed. Halfway through the evening she'll open the door and sleep outside of mine and Jack's bedroom door. I think she does it because she misses Scruff, as they used to sleep together on the couch. I also believe she feels as if she's protecting us in a way...since there's no dog to do it anymore. Animals are funny like that. They're more human that we give them credit for.

Well, that's about all that's new and exciting these days. Life is pretty routine anymore. I'm hoping to temporarily revitalize myself over Christmas Break (jeez...it's been a long time since I've used that phrase). I've got a mad reading list to catch up on...and I'm going to finish the Twilight series. Yes, they got me too. It was only a matter of time!

Until next time.