The Early (Book) Worm

Another week down. I can already feel my first semester in grad school slipping silently by. Seriously its almost October? In less than two weeks I'll be in Grand Rapids for a wedding (accompanied by Brian which might be the best part). I seem to be planning out my semester by when we'll see each other next. This makes the weeks go by even faster.

I feel like it's almost X-mas. I already started shopping for gifts. A big thing for me lately is planning ahead. I don't have much of a social life so my weekend have been spent getting homework done for the rest of the week (aside from Mad Men marathons). An assignment was finished a record six days early (ridiculous)this week. My workload is heavy enough that I think of this as smart, not pathetic (its probably pathetic).

My beloved four-year old blue fleece has been needing some serious backup. Going into the state's huge educational building I cannot be the girl in a bright blue fleece and its def not as warm as it used to be. Even though my funds are tight, I went to the mall on Saturday to see what I could do. I was on a mission to find the best deal on a fall coat. Of course I started in the Gap, like I always do, I always have a coupon. But I told myself I needed to see what else was out there. After an ill-fitted corduroy jacket, a cheap cotton one, and several military looking ones, I was right back at the Gap buying the jacket I really wanted all along. Why do I fight it?

What it's all about

The lack of updates is due to all of these things happening in the span of one week:
-Starting grad school (with five classes)
-Starting new hours at work
-attending a wedding in Boston (Brian was best man)
-Moving into my new apartment
-Brian moving to Wisconsin

Then after that week we had another wedding. Needless to say after having this past weekend off I finally feel like I can breath a little. Although both weddings were a pleasure to attend and beautiful, I was stressed out.

My classes are a lot of work. Five during the first semester might have been a mistake. I believe that I can muddle though the semester and get all the work done, there just might be some new grey hairs in the process. I really can't complain too much. For a long time I've wanted to go to grad school. I'm so glad to be there and am really interested in most of what I am studying. My young adult literature class is a particular joy to be in; a relief since I think I want to be a high school media specialist.

Now I'm just left adjusting to a new apartment. The place is huge, for much less than Brian and I were paying before. The weird thing is that my roommates never seem to be there. They go home to parents or to boyfriends places. I am alone much of the time. Going from living with your bf in a one-bedroom to being alone in a three-bedroom is a big difference. But again I can't complain. Both of the girls I live with are really nice when I see them.