Summery Summary

For once in my life, I feel like being terse tonight. But knowing me, that's not possible... I'll address one thing at a time, and distract you with lots of pictures in between.



As it turns out, I really like my job. I'm in charge of a database. I'm a pretty good salesperson. I get to wear pretty jewelry everyday. I get a great discount. My boss is awesome.



The store I work for opened 3 weeks ago, but is having its grand opening party the night that I leave (I'm leaving at 6am; the party is at 7pm). It was supposed to be last week, but got postponed. Part of me is sad to be missing it. But most of me is relieved to be away from the chaos.



My lovely Filmmaker Daniel came out to visit for a week. I took a few days off from work. We spent one day in NYC. I loved having him here, even though it was brief.



My boyfriend loves taking pictures of me. Perhaps even more than I used to love taking them of myself. (Oh, remember those days of me taking pictures of myself with Lady Macbook before every blog post? Seems like another lifetime). And because of his film skills, he's a much better photographer than I am.



My stomach pains were practically non-existent for a month, but returned full-force three days ago. I'm going to see a gastroenterologist tomorrow. I hope that I'll figure out exactly what's wrong before school starts again.



I saved $430 on car insurance by switching to State Farm, and I'm actually going to be getting BETTER coverage than with my no-one-has-ever-heard-of-it company. Geico would've saved me another $200, but the coverage was terrible.



My roommate has informed me that when I return to Florida, my broken (insured) car will be waiting for me. Apparently, it won't start. She thinks it's the alternator or the battery. Luckily, I had the foresight to purchase some sort of extended warranty, so the place where I bought it (used) will do all the repairs I need for the next three years. So at least that.



I'm not back in Florida yet, but a couple of my classmates are already driving me nuts. And they don't know it.



I'm not back in Florida yet, but I already feel stressed out. This is going to be the hardest year of schooling I've ever had. And I might be blogging professionally on that other unnamed blog while I do it? And keeping up my grad school blog?... In case you hadn't deduced, don't be shocked if you don't hear from me much over here at AngElaboration... But I suppose you're used to that by now.



I really love pretty things. Like jewelry. And dresses. And nail polish. Sometimes, being a girl is awesome.



At one point in the summer, I gave up biting my nails. Again. They got really long, actually. But then when Daniel came I chewed them all off again. I don't know why. Habits are hard to break, I suppose.



I was laughing so hard at one point when I saw the movie The Hangover that I couldn't breathe.



I lost weight this summer. Then I somehow gained it all back in the one week that my boyfriend was in town (I think it had something to do with the fact that he eats SO MUCH, and I end up eating more without realizing it when he's around). I'm starting to lose it again. Because the day that I hit my goal weight a few weeks ago? It was such a very, very happy day. I hadn't seen that number in years. And it was nice. Because for a normal girl, size 4/6 is skinny; for an actress, it's pushing it.



I really love working. Being idle isn't a good fit for me. I like to be busy. I like it when people are depending on me. I like succeeding. I hope that all of that makes me a good candidate to be a professional actor.



I apparently have had the wrong (VERY WRONG) glasses prescription for an entire year. As in, the last doctor I saw wrote in my astigmatism like 90 degrees off from the way it should be. I just got new glasses and contacts, and I can see. It's a miracle. (I, sadly, did not end up with the awesome glasses pictured below, as I decided that they were impractical.)



I bought so many postcards this summer that I never wrote out. And the one that I did write out? I never sent.



I bought a glass ball necklace on etsy that I'm madly in love with, but I don't know a good way to transport it to Florida with me. I might just wear it on the plane and hope for the best.



Sometimes, it's fun to just be childlike again. I wish that life were always pretty and carefree. There's a delightful lightness about the way we play as children. I want to find a way to incorporate it into life as an adult.



My 25th birthday is coming up. On October 25th. So for my golden birthday, I've decided to start shopping for a gold dress. My birthday falls on a Sunday night, which will be during tech week of a show I'm doing. But, luckily, I'll have Monday off. So that means it'll be a karaoke night. Which is good, because I decided back when I was 21 that on my 25th birthday I would sing "What's Up?" by 4 Non-Blondes. Why? Because the first line is: "Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope, towards a destination. With a little luck, Daniel might be able to come out for the occasion.



For Halloween (the week after my birthday), Daniel might then still be in town. He wants to do the whole matching Halloween costume thing with me, which I've never been into. I like it being more of a solo event, costume-wise. And I just keep thinking about my ex who always wanted to go with me as Gomez & Morticia... I love me some Addams Family (especially the movie Addams Family Values, which is a masterpiece... the production design and the lighting design in that movie are unreal kinds of good, and the writing is brill), but that's just way too typical of a costume for me. I need something a little more unusual. A little more creative. A little more... me.



Originally, I thought about being Lady GaGa, but I think that's going to be THE costume this year. I thought of Katy Perry (my birthday-mate, who will probably also be wearing a golden dress this year), but I don't think people would really get it (because not everyone spends as much time reading Go Fug Yourself as I do). So I'm at a loss.



There's one thing that's weighing heavily on my psyche, but as usual, it feels like something I shouldn't blog about. But if anyone out there is interested in having an anonymous guest blogging one of these days, shout in my direction.





May you let your cares fly like dandelion seeds on the wind.

~A~



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