Good Decision-Making 101

So, since I'm ALL DONE with school (that's right, ALL DONE, no more papers or projects...just gotta walk across the stage and try very hard not to fall down), I'm trying to get to *the list* of things I've had to do for months now. Things like being a better friend (i.e., responding to phone calls, emails, actually getting out to see folks once in a while, etc.), doing much-needed laundry, doctor's appointments, and cleaning. Tonight's assignment was to finish my laundry and clean my room. You see, as the final month of school wore on and I worked on various projects, presentations, and papers, my room acquired several piles of paper and messes. And every time I would look at the hurricane-strewn debris that covered my room I promised myself that I'd clean it up when I was done with school. It's rather important, actually, since somewhere in the piles is the information I need to study for my certification exam, which is now 36 days away. Plus there's a whole 3-inch binder from last semester labelled "ORGANIZE ME! (in May)" that I need to take care of. And sometime soon I need to start packing, as I'm moving for the summer. Ugh.

And so, since I'm ALL DONE with school, I thought it might be a nice and fun idea to have a glass of red wine (Yellow Tail Shiraz - both affordable and tasty-smooth) in my soporifically warm apartment while I attacked my list. As it turns out, from this experience, I have a bit of advice on good decision-making for you, dear readers:

A glass of red wine is nice, but if you're already tired and in a very warm apartment, it might serve less to motivate you and more to draw you to bed. Or the TV. Or both. I'm just saying...

Anyway, the room is nowhere near clean. I've barely scratched the surface, in fact. But my new idea (most likely inspired by the Yellow Tail) is to go to bed at a reasonable hour (soon) and then get up at a reasonable hour to finish the task at hand, plus all the items allotted for tomorrow. Just a bit of planning tonight to get it all together, and I'm sure I can make this work. Well, that's of course assuming that I don't hit my snooze button for an hour before I realize my alarm clock is going off; which is a high possibility that I'm able to ignore thanks yet again to the miracle of the Yellow Tail. =) At least the laundry is done!

So what else is new? I went to a lovely dinner party with my egg-party friends the other night (see previous post: "I have funny friends"), and learned a FANTASTIC new game called Mafia. Keep in mind, now, that my enthusiasm for this game is likely due to the fact that I performed reasonably well in the second game, earning a few compliments from the boys around me. In any case, it's a difficult game to explain in person, and thus it would be even more difficult to type out the instructions, but if you're interested, let me know and I'll try to email you instructions. It's totally fantastic, and all about reading other people and using a pseudo-logic of figuring out what other people's actions and statements mean.

I had a dream the other night that I was pregnant. Let's start this discussion by stating that I don't always remember my dreams, in fact I probably only remember them about 25% of the time. This dream was pretty vivid, though. Everyone always says that dreams mean something else, and along those lines the pregnancy probably signifies my recent thoughts of starting a new life here in Boston with a new job here and such...but being almost 28 I can't help but feel a little of it was maybe my "biological clock" sending me a little hello. Not that I have the means to support a child right now...just that my insides were acknowledging my progress along the road of life. I'm fine with getting older, and I feel like there's plenty of time to have kids and do the whole marriage/house/grown-up thing; but I guess the whole graduation thing has made me a bit philisophical, as big life changes are wont to do. In any case, I'm NOT pregnant, so nobody freak out.

On the other hand, I *am* graduating on May 13 (that's right, Friday the 13th, my college apparently has some sort of sick twisted sense of humor), and anyone who wants to freak out about that (in a good way) is welcome to. My parents are coming to visit, as is my sister Laura, and it's going to be a rockin' good time.

And that's all I have to say about that.