It’s Summer Time

So I’m running out of awesome creative titles for my posts. Please ignore the failure of topic titles.

As my days at Middle have come to a close, I find myself remembering that I’ve got to take care of some housekeeping. I was reminded this morning as I tried to access my campus email, to have my messages forwarded, and could not use my pipeline account to access my email. Gasp, Middle is severing ties, at least until they want me to wear that t-shirt and send them money. So now, I need to give them an email address to forward my mail, tell Facebook to use my new email address, make it stop sending notifications, and let everyone know that they can contact me through the new email, which is conveniently attached to my little used AM account. That reminds me, it’s time I started using that again. There is a lot to do as summer begins in earnest,and I find myself now officially a college grad. I’m waiting on the LSAC to post my LOR, which is way longer than it should; it’s got me incredibly frustrated because without the letter I can’t apply to this last law school and if I can’t get in there I have to wait a year for law school, which I really don’t want to do for reasons I will get to later.

I’ve decided I will try to start my little fictional blog project, and everything is set to do so. I’ve got the three main characters mapped out, a few minor characters planned, and a couple of plot lines I want to play through.  I even know how I will set up the blog. I have just one problem. I can’t think of a title. Since Andi, the main character, is to be a writer, I want the title to make at least a small reference to writing. At the moment I am toying with the following idea “Worn Jeans, Chipped Polish, and Brand New Pens”, but that feels really wordy. I want it to suit her sort of low maintenance persona; Andi is the kind of woman who wears well broken in jeans, her nail polish is always chipped, her room is a mess, and yet she always has a new pen to write with and a can always find it. So if you have idea for a title, throw it my way.

Like I said earlier, it’s summer time, and that means planning a mini vacation. My aunt gave me a time share for graduation, but she didn’t get the info to me very fast, so I’m flailing about trying to plan a time and location, which depends on availability. I’d like to go to Myrtle Beach, since I’ve never been and it’s a pretty place, but I may not get to go there. I need to find a place and get it all settled pretty quick since plans will have to be made around the vacation, like rescheduling hair appointments and things. Yeah, this paragraph is short and bland and pointless.

Monday was Memorial Day, and we spent the day at my nanny’s; there was some cooking to be done and a quilt that needed laid out so that she could set it together. Wash was also in attendance; he came that evening after he got off work. We had a really good time, and Wash fit in very well. Buddy, the massive rottie, took to him very quickly and with absolutely no problems. Buddy usually at least growls at strangers, but he just  leaned on Wash so that he would pet him. It was barbecue and laughs, and if there hadn’t been mosquitoes it would’ve been perfect. Wash played football with the kid brother, and after Mom and the kid left, Wash and I wrestled around with the ball for a while. Wash and my Nanny talked about stuff, and I tried not get eaten alive by the bugs. Everyone seems to like him a lot, and I’m pretty sure they do. That’s good, because I happen to love him, a lot. As always pictures are on my Flikr; they are in the Memorial Day 2009 set.

Wash is part of the reason I don’t want to wait a year for law school. You see waiting a year for law school means adding a year to the wait to make Wash and I permanent, something we are planning to do eventually. It’s not really smart to try and start a life while I’m in law school, since I can only work 20 hours a week and will be super busy, and he’s in grad school, especially considering that we may very well be at different schools to finish off our educations. Three years is a long enough wait, but now, unless I get very lucky, it looks like at least four years. Yes, dear readers, I lack patience, and I always have. Honestly, after all the hurdles and all the pain I’ve had in my life, finally things are looking up again. I’m happy with Wash, and I want to make things permanent; this whole mess with law school and complications is getting old. I guess it’s just that when you find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. If there weren’t things that made it too difficult, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t mind making it permanent in a year, when he graduates college. Alas for the complications. Anyway the rain is pouring now, and I’ve rambled on for long enough.

Quote of the day: “I want to cry like the rain
Cry like the rain
Shine like sun on a beautiful mornin’
Sing to the heavens like the church bells ringin’
Fight with the devil and go down swingin’
Fly like a bird, roll like a stone
Love like I ain’t afraid to be alone
Take everything that this world has to give
I want to live” -”I Want to Live” Josh Gracin

I will not ask the world to stop turning

It always takes me forever to get a post up. I’ve been meaning to post this for a while, but I got very busy with finals and preparing for graduation. That’s right, Zoe has a degree in political science. I’m just waiting for grades to be posted to make it official. I’ll get to that later. I guess it will start from the beginning.

Since posting the last entry  a lot has happened. I attended the Mock Banquet, where I watched Wash officially named secretary of the organization and I was actually given the Pillar of Mock Trial award. Hard to believe I will actually be remembered, to be perfectly honest. I highly doubt they will miss me all that much. Something bigger happened that night, more important. Wash said he loved me, and I will talk about that more in a minute.  I thought a lot about the project from the last post, and I think that I may put up poll about it. I wrote two final papers and took three final exams.  Saturday I walked across the stage in my black robe and mortar board, and I now have a bachelor’s degree. That my readers is a brief summary of current events in my life. So let’s talk about some stuff in more detail.

I have this incredibly defined vision of that character I was talking about in the last entry. She’s a brilliant writer, at least she hopes, and is far from perfect. I’d really like to try this little project, especially since until I am able to find work, which is unlikely because people are not interested in hiring only for the summer, I will have a lot of time on my hands. If the project were successfulthen I would have plenty to do. However, I have chickened out because if I get zero readers then its been another failed experiment that wasn’t really worth my effort. Anyway, this is not a particularly interesting segment of the blog so I will move on to something else.

Like I said earlier, the night of the mock trial banquet, which was a few weeks ago, Wash said those three little words. I was really surprised, more so at myself, because I was able to say it back and mean it. I know it sounds like I am being melodramatic, but I wasn’t sure that I would feel this way again, and yet I do. I love him, readers, with all my heart. It’s a huge step forward, and it’s one I am so glad that we are taking. It’s different with Wash, and not in a bad way. You see, Wash is a bit more old-fashioned than I am, but I don’t mind. In fact perhaps its better this way. He doesn’t believe in sex before marriage, and while I have definite views that aren’t exactly the same, he’s more than worth the wait. The reason I think that it may be better this way is that if we wait we are more likely to know that its right. I don’t have doubts, not at all, but I do know that I don’t want to rush into something we aren’t ready for. There are limits and lines drawn, and I try my hardest to remember where they are. It’s a matter of experience, something I have quite a lot of actually; been there, done that, got the t-shirt and key chain. I digress. I have given this man my heart, and I have opened up in a way that I thought I never would. I hope some day we have a future together, one where we are at ease and the lines and limits are a thing of the past. I would not mind spending my life with him, and I hope some day I can. There is this big log house, with a private upstairs, spiral staircase, wrap around porch, front porch swing, and garden in back that is just calling out to be built, and I want to build it with him.

I took a step in that direction Saturday when I graduated. I invited Wash to come to breakfast with part of my family, since he would be sitting with them at graduation. He met my mother, little brother, Nanny, and her husband G at breakfast, and as we were waiting for Wash and G to get umbrellas, my Nanny looks at me with this grin on her face and says “He likes you an awful lot.” I nodded in agreement. She then says “He more than likes you.” I told her I knew that. And then, she nearly gives me a cardiac. “You are going to be telling us something soon. I mean it won’t be long, will it?” For a moment it did not dawn on me that she was talking about becoming engaged, and then it hit me. I thought I was going to die. We aren’t there yet, I mean we are working on it, but we are not there yet. Besides, Wash and I have already talked about how it would probably not be a good idea to get married while I am in law school. I sputtered and explained that to her. My Nanny is an incredibly perceptive woman. Wash went with me to see my Grandmama, and he seems to have made a favorable impression on everyone thus far. Like I said, we are making strides.

Graduation was long, or it felt that way. From standing in the ‘ready room’ waiting to march in the procession, to the stifling gym where we all thought we were going to suffocate. I wound up talking to a few classmates from my polisci courses and then sitting around complete strangers, except for that weird guy who sat behind me. The reader mispronounced my name, which was awesome, and then I couldn’t find my family. I hate the MC a lot, but luckily I will only need to be back long enough to go to Wash’s graduation next year. I should be in law school by then. I still don’t officially graduate untilt he grades are posted, but I’m pretty sure I did. It will be Wednesday before I know for sure. After the ceremony Wash took me home to change then we went out to celebrate. We wound up going to see his paternal grandmother, so now I’ve met her, and then to this really great little burger place in the Boro. After that we just hung out all night, mainly because there is nothing to do in this town.

Well that’s it for now, readers. I’ve bored you long enough, and the man I love, also known as Wash, has sent me a text.

Quote of the Day: “Just so you don’t get complacent we’ve left you a few things to do: AIDS, world hunger, and world peace. And in your spare time you can try to solve global warming and the economic crisis” ~ Brigadier General Terry M. “Max” Haston, talking about the Class of 2009 and what they will face at Spring Commencement 2009, MTSU.