Today was an interesting day. It started off early after a super restless night of sleep. You know, one of those nights where it seems like you're awake throughout all the wee sma's, and then just as you drift off to slumber land.....the alarm goes off. I figured I would put my early start to good use, and good use it was. I got my "chores" done, and then I was off to meet Kelsey for breakfast.
But I haven't told you who Kelsey is yet. Rewind about 12 1/2 years ago. It was 1995, the first semester of 6th grade. I was assigned to sit next to Kelsey. We hated each other. She was a gymnast, and I wanted to be. I was smart, and that made her jealous/angry/something of the sort. Note that I did not say she wanted to be smart, because she is/was at the time, too. One day I decide to go over to her house, out of the deep blue nowhere. Needless to say, she was surprised to see me. We spent that afternoon together, and from that point until the summer before our junior year of high school we were inseparable. Since she went away for college to San Jose, CA, we only get to see each other when she comes home about 2x a year. Each time we get together is was like we were never apart. This is where the great day with a good friend part of the old blogeroo comes in.
I knew when I made plans to get together with Kels this morning that she was going out the night before with Jon (her man) and some other friends. Kels has what some might call "a life," so I knew this meant a late night for her. We arranged to meet at her dad's house at 10 am. I show up at the agreed upon time and ring the doorbell. No answer. I wait a bit, and then knock. I hear footsteps, which I later figured out belonged to Maggie, the dog, and get hopeful. No answer. I ring the doorbell again. Still no answer. I text Kelsey to let her know that there's no answer. After 5 minutes of waiting she texts something to the effect of "OMG I just woke up and I never made it to my dad's last night. I'm at my mom's." I start to drive in the general direction of her mom's house but have no idea exactly where I'm going since her mom moved after she remarried 2 years ago. I get to the house without much more ado about anything. We finally get to breakfast (more brunch at this point) and from there it was a good 5 hours of "do you remembers" and catching up. We went out bowling with her dad and just have a good time all around. There are some funny videos Kels got on her camera of Steven and his unique method of bowling - it's "how he rolls," so he says - and we had some funny moments the further along in our games we got. If anyone hears me saying, "I think you're gonna like this," I picked it up from Kelsey's dad while we were at the alley. And apparently Jon is something of a kingpin....who knew? Maybe it's because he's Asian (that's what he said).
And now for part 2 of the blog. I had to put together two posters for the APA annual convention happening next week in Boston. I am not going, but my master's thesis is in the form of a poster along with another bit of research I did when I was an RA (research assistant, not resident advisor) my first semester of graduate school. I realized as I was grumbling and mumbling through putting together stuff for my thesis advisor why I quit my doctoral program after I finished my master's. It's because I'm so stinkin' over it. I don't enjoy academia, I don't enjoy research, I don't enjoy all the menial tasks attached to doing school work.
Besides, I don't think my restless night of (no) sleep helped either.
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