thoughtful... like a pansy

My boyfriend. Thoughtful, not just when it matters, but all the time.


So committed to making cohabitation work that he's willing to dump the contents of his who-knows-how-many-years-old souvenir beer bottles. I'll drink to that [with homemade white sangria]!

So far, life post-graduation is pretty darned great. No job to worry about for another month, and my biggest concern these days is which hotel to book in Athens. That and making copies of the mailbox key and STM's car key, and what time the cable guy is going to show up - if he's going to show up, and selling the remainder of my shit on eBay, and ridding the stuff I DO want to keep of Austintatious ants, and catching up on Top Chef....

So yeah, life these days is uncomplicated and relatively stress free. Easy, even. Who knew living with the love of your life could be so fantastic?

i have seen my past, and it's pretty freaking embarassing

A week ago, I accidentally discovered through Facebook that A is engaged. Which is just plain annoying. Not entirely shocking, but somewhat unsettling. Regardless, I did not expect to ever have to deal with it because, well, I haven't seen A since we broke up and honestly I had planned to make it right up to graduation and into STM's cozy abode without having to see him. It would just be easier that way.

Little did I know that A's now-fiancee is the latest prospective student at McCombs - an unknown fact right up until the moment I saw her smiling face sitting in my Small Business Finance class as part of the Preview Weekend tour of campus. I consider myself to be pretty level-headed, but having to sit through an entire 75 minutes of class and pretend that she wasn't flashing her new jewelry from across the room intentionally was just about enough to make me want to grab the first banana peel I could find and trip her ass on the way out. I have no excuse for feeling this way other than I resent her mere presence in what had been up until that point MY SCHOOL.

Ahem.

From that point forward I realized that any Preview Weekend activities that I planned on attending would probably result in a confrontation with A, as he attended all my Preview Weekend events when I was in her shoes, why shouldn't he do it again?

And I was right. And it was awkward. Not 3 minutes after arriving last night on the rooftop patio of Six, I had to endure the shortest, most painful conversation of my life:

"Hi, I saw you over here and thought I'd say hello."
"Hi."
"Yeah so... M is going to be going to school here next fall."
"So I gathered - I saw her in my class today."
"Yeah she said she saw you too."
"So.... I heard the news - congratulations."
"Thanks!! It's very stressful."
"Stressful? How?"
"Well, M's a planner, so she gets stressed and then I get stressed."
"Huh."
"OK, well good seeing you, bye."
"Bye."

It was just like ripping off a Band-Aid. Made better by the fact that A has gotten fatter than ever and I'm happily dating the most amazing (and hottest) man I have ever met. So no, I don't care, I just would have preferred avoiding the whole thing altogether. Apparently I don't possess a maturity level adequate for handling such an encounter. I'm OK with that.

a la sogracious...

Plans are in motion. Resumes mailed out, career fairs to attend, jetlag from which to recover, projects to complete - er, begin, class participation points to earn, case interviews to prepare...

And then of course there's the annual Beer Olympics, need we remember the events of last year? And the McCombs formal, and Disorientation week, and then back to the job search, and how in the world will I decide what comes with me after graduation?

You would think that entering into another cohabitation environment would be more nerve-wracking, but this time there are no "ifs" at all, not even the tiny ones.

I know what I want, and it is waiting for me in Houston.

Still. Sick.

I've been coughing since mid-November.

I think I have SARS.

p.s.

Has it really been 3 months since my last post? What a wild ride it's been! Will try to do better, but this last semester promises nothing short of insanity...

15 minutes of (other people's) fame

Over the weekend I spent a day with Warren Buffett and dined with Will Ferrell and Lance Armstrong. Sadly, I only have 1 good picture to show for it.


I = Baller.

For those of you keeping score, yes, I am in b-school, and yes, it is all play.