Coming up, Coming up, Coming up up up!

So I’ll be up in St. Paul quite soon and let me tell you, I’m quite looking forward to it. I always love being up in that city. I remember this past summer I was having a hard time figuring out if I wanted to go to U of IA or to U of MN. While up in St. Paul last August shopping for a dress, I just felt this longing for the city and I felt that I just had to live there. And then I realized that I probably wouldn’t live there unless I was going to college there. My mind had been made up. Besides, I just had this underlying feeling that if I were to go to Iowa, I’d be missing out on so much that I’d experience, see, and feel in St. Paul. Hopefully my underlying feelings prove true. It’s weird, just the thought that I’ll be living up there in four months or so. I mean, I always knew I’d be moving up there, but it didn’t really hit me until last night. I’m quitting my job at the Story County Hospital and was writing my Two Weeks Notice last night. I was staying my reason for quitting and put: “I’m graduating and will be moving to Minnesota.” Right then I just thought, “Wow, I’m actually moving to a different state and there will be this new place that I will call my home.” It’s just strange and it doesn’t actually feel like it’s happening. It seems that before my future was pretty clear, but now I just can’t see anything. It’s just that everything is so open and new and I just don’t know what to expect. But hopefully that’s a good thing.

And Greg...hope you're happy that I finally posted again...

Writing with Nothing at all to say

I know, I know…shame on me for I have not been keeping up in my writing. I’ve been a little procrastinator lately and nothing seems to sound fun. And then when I get nothing accomplished, I hate myself for it. It seems that I can’t win. So what have I done lately? Nothing too big. I went grocery shopping with Jay last night, which was kind of fun. I felt slightly uncomfortable though. I just don’t like the feeling I get when I'm pushing the cart around and such. It just makes me feel like a grown-up or something and I don’t know, I just feel too young to be pushing a cart around. Whatever. Umm, what else…Jenell was back in town so of course, we had to go terrorize the town at 1:30 a.m. But…no great stories there. Well, we did find this weird guy who kept driving around and around his block at 1:30 a.m. We thought that was slightly strange. On Sunday, the weather was nice and so we decided to bike around. Small problem though: Jenell didn’t have a bike. So, we had to double ride on mine. Hehe, we just double rode all around the town and just couldn’t stop laughing as we did so. I mean, there’s nothing better than being an 18-year-old and still double-riding a bike. We kept getting looks from some older guys in the town and that kind of bothered me. I just imagined them looking at us in a perverse kind of way. Oh well.