This weekend I got industrious. On Thursday night (not technically the weekend, but still) Tim helped me muscle the old ghetto couch through the door because the Salvation Army was supposed to come get it. Then on Saturday I rented carpet cleaner and went to work on the living room floor and hallway. I moved most of the rest of the furniture into the office and kitchen and dragged the machine throughout the space. It wasn't as easy as I'd anticipated. I thought it'd be more like a vacuum cleaner. It's not like the carpet was horrible or anything, but sometimes I get into "deep clean" mode and decide to do these things. I was surprised how dirty it actually was, though. Between Mika and natural wear and tear...Anyway, it's quite spiffy now. At the end of all this, I found a note that the Salvation Army left refusing to take the sofa, I think because it had some minor tears at the bottom back. I started to panic. I did not want to ask Tim to return to put that thing back in my house. I didn't want it. But, I also didn't want it sitting on the curb forever. So, I put an ad on Craigslist stating there was a free couch on the curb, blah blah. In my mind I was planning what in the world I was going to do if no one came for it before Monday. But lo and behold, on Sunda morning, it was gone. When I went out later, some neighbors came by to ask if they could have it so I told them it was gone. It's too bad that it was gone because they said they would've given me $20 for it! So. The ghetto couch is gone. I went to a furniture outlet place on Aurora and picked me out a nice loveseat (maybe the "love" in loveseat will help my love life) that was in my price range. I was a little disappointed that they couldn't deliver it before Tuesday, maybe not til Friday, but oh well. I guess I'll be flooring it til then. I hope the couch fits through the door. Easily. That's my main concern at this point.
Saturday afternoon I met up with two guys from my ASL class to practice. That was good. The weather was awesome so we met at the Newcastle Park, which I had never been to. I am definitely ahead in fingerspelling, but I expected that. Later that night when I started to make a list of all the vocabulary we learned, I realized that we actually have learned a lot for only one evening of class so far. I'm even ahead in my reading. What a difference from college the first time around when I rarely read at all. :)
So today is my first day of school in a long time. Well, other than the few continuing education courses that I've taken. My ASL class starts at 5:30 tonight. Last night as I puttered around the house I actually contemplated what to wear to class. I fought the impulse this morning to get all gussied up for the first day of school. No one does that in college really. It'll be a little odd to be in a class that I really don't know much about the subject. Like, when I was studying for my English degree, each new English class wasn't that big of a hassle because they're all really the same. Read. Write a paper. Read some more. Write another paper. And the psychology classes were similar. Read. Discuss. Read some more. Take a test. But ASL, I have a feeling, will not be that way. But I have working in my favor the fact that I have been blessed with a pretty good memory and ability to learn languages.
Sometimes I think that I should redo my degree because I don't feel like I worked very hard the first time, despite my pretty good grades. It's not like I am super-smart or anything; I just know how to work the system. I am good at figuring out what a professor wants or likes to see and then doing exactly that. However, I've come to believe that perhaps this wasn't the greatest way to go about my education. I was an English major and many times didn't even read the assignments. I gleaned what I needed to from class lecture. Is that more of a testament to my intellect or to the professors' teaching/grading abilities? I think I got lucky a lot. I bet if I redid it I wouldn't fair as well. However, I am not going to redo it. I have the dang degree and that's good enough.
I think about graduate school sometimes. I like school. I am good at school. But if I went back, I don't really know what I would study. Maybe creative writing. I don't know. Don't know that I am good enough writer to warrant getting a masters in it. Mostly I don't want to go because I don't want to take the GRE. I have a feeling that my plan, which I instituted for the ACT, of randomly filling in blanks for the science questions, wouldn't get me far. :) People think I was such a good girl. But I was bad!!!
This morning I received an e-mail from someone (a guy) that I had been talking to for about a week. He very politely told me that he's seeing someone. From what I gather, his relationship came to that exclusivity part last night, which is nearly a week after we first started talking, so I don't believe that he was cheating on this other girl. However, I am disappointed that yet again, I've been dumped. This time, by someone I haven't even met. But, at least he had the balls to tell me, unlike some guys I know (who will remain nameless). Anyway, it's not the greatest way to start out a day. The begining of the last day of a week that's been fairly crummy anyway. Seems pretty apropos.
No plans for the weekend yet. I need to participate in some domestic endeavors, but that's about it. Tonight is movie night at Joel's house and that might be the highlight of the weekend.
BAH!
I just spent $50 this afternoon at Bath and Body Works so that I can smell like a pumpkin. Does anyone else think that's kind of an odd thing? :) When I lived in Wisconsin, I used bar soap. I preferred Caress, but I used whatever Mom bought. I would go with Heather to Madison where she would go to BBW and buy soaps and lotions, etc. I never did, thinking that spending so much money on soap was pretty decadent and silly. Then, I moved here, and I indulged. Now I am addicted. I never buy bar soap anymore. Throughout the years, I've changed scents fairly regularly and I can conjure up memories by perusing the old scents in the store. The old standby, my favorite, is plumeria-it reminds me of my first Microsoft assignment in Encarta. Then there's cotton blossom, which reminds me of the lab, my second assignment. Then there is Moonlight Path, which reminds me of Rolf. Keely banned it from me for quite some time after the breakup because I was too pathetic. She recently reinstated the scent as an option. :) Miscellaneous scents include: mango orange, vanilla, night blooming jasmine, garden mint. I love to smell good. I actually have a fear of smelling badly. Anyway. This past week I've grown weary of the scents in my shower; I've had them for months now, so I decided to buy an autumn scent. The only thing they had, which actually is quite pleasant, is sweet cinnamon pumpkin. I'm excited about autumn this year, can you tell? Hopefully the scent will agree with me. :)
I figured that I better post a new entry since it's a new month and all. :)
Remember that last post I wrote about the weather changing? Well, I guess that I was wrong. It's still hot. Seattle has some kind of record going for number of days consecutively or this time of year or something cooky like that that meteorologists are closely monitoring. I say, bring it on! We'll probably get hammered with rain this winter so I want as much sun now as possible. Plus, I am closer to windows all day now so I can at least know it's there even if I am not out in it.
The YMCA that I go to in Bellevue is closed this week so I have to trek up to the Northshore one, in Bothell (practically Woodinville). It's a nice facility, though. I am determined to get back on a schedule again!
Seattle Live Literature is refreshed for the month. At least we were only a couple days late this time, instead of weeks like in August!