Take Three

Okay, so this is the third blog I have started. The first, aimed at being a skewering/round-up of recent TV shows, faltered before the first post even made it to "Publish." I fared a little better with the second, actually publishing several posts before losing interest and just sort of...unceremoniously stopping. It's possible that this last blog will suffer a similar sad fate, though I'll try hard to keep up with it, because I'm pretty sure that writing is a good way to relieve my anxiety (something I need to do these days).

The point of this blog is to share amusing anecdotes about living in the south, and I will write more about Georgia and the south in future posts, but that feels like a broad, almost overwhelming, task at the moment, so let's just start with a few things that are true right at this moment:

- Every day I write myself a list of things to do, because I have a passionate love for lists. Today's list says, "Run for 30 minutes," "Dust," "Study for GRE." I am already revising this list in my head, mentally crossing off the hateful "Run for 30 minutes" and deciding instead to go to a cafe and do work (which, you must admit, isn't the funnest thing either -- it's not like I'm deciding to lay on the couch and watch Real Housewives). I feel good about this decision since I went for a 30-minute run on Monday and was pretty sure that my hip was going to fall off. Also, I like to read Us Weekly while running on the treadmill, and they didn't deliver it this week, so therefore I cannot go.
- As of this morning, I'm driving an ugly black PT Cruiser around for a week, due to one of the stupider accidents that I have been in, involving a sorority girl and a central turn lane (but insurance is paying for the majority of the repairs, hooray! I knew the accident wasn't TOTALLY my fault!). The PT Cruiser is large (and did I mention ugly?) and kind of scares me.
- I received disappointing news today. The news drove me to lay down dramatically in bed and feel sick for a while (wishing fervently that I was alive during the 19th century so that I could make use of some smelling salts), and then it propelled me to finally goddamn decide to apply for a master's in Child and Family Development at UGA, and to email the person in charge and actually find out some answers and stop putting it off. Questions I asked are: how late can I possibly take the GRE, and what sort of scores do I need to try to achieve? My studying for the GRE has been lackadaisical at best, and I'm concerned that I will do a horrible job if I have to take the test next month. Another concern is the three letters of recommendation; after being out of school for six years, finding enough professors to remember me may be a challenge. But I feel strangely motivated right now, and am aggressively flipping off my disappointing news metaphorically.
- We're in the process of buying a house right now. The house is falling apart and sad, but it's being renovated, and I'm hoping it will be all we're imagining in the end. It's in a historic district where Michael Stipe lives (I walked by his house casually a couple times, hoping to catch a glimpse of him...no such luck), and I think the neighborhood is a good fit because it's sort of funky and cool (not that we ARE funky and cool, but because, well, we're not old and in the family way either). Because we apparently will never be able to escape crazy people, the next door neighbor is a schizophrenic, who, we're told, is "harmless" and will be on his way to a home for crazy people soon.

That's it for now...More later from Athens, GA.