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Hi!

Well, my poor, neglected blog, here is what I've been up to:

I've decided to apply for grad school for fall of 2012 for Speech-Language Pathology. I want to essentially be a bilingual speech therapist. I'm looking at UK, WKU, or Louisville. I take the GRE in September and I'm studying like a mad woman (don't tell anyone, but I've missed studying. shhhh). The odds are against me in this (due to having a Spanish bachelor degree instead of a Communications Disorders bachelor), but I'm ready for the challenge. In studying for the GRE, I've found myself becoming best friends with a dictionary. Do you know what perspicacious means? How about pedantic? I apologize in advance for dropping seldom-used vocabulary in our conversations.

And that's it. Nothing else. at all. :)

I need (another) vacation

I'm still not 100% why I really have this blog since I don't put anything in here that's of any importance whatsoever. It's not safe to write what you REALLY think or feel on the internet (or in an actual physical diary, for that matter)--shit always manages to get out. Plus, I don't think I want people knowing how much of a douchebag I can really be. It's never intentional, but it still happens, which is just as bad. I'm not hating on myself or having an episode of low self-esteem, just being honest--people are complex with a wide array of flaws.

Ugh. I need coffee..

algo rapido pa pasar el tiempo

bueno, ha sido un fin de semana completamente lleno de tonterias. ni tengo las palabras..

es tiempo pa hacer varios cambios en mi vida. a ver si el esfuerzo me resulte xD

this just in...

I am a hypochondriac. Well, that may be an exaggeration. But any time I have a bump, headache, upset stomach, etc I automatically assume the worst (cancer or pregnancy. Yes, pregnancy is right up there with cancer for me). Maybe I'm worried about things that are beyond my control. Maybe I'm just fixating on something because I have too much time on my hands. My parents think it's actually clinical depression manifesting itself in a fascination with illness, as depression runs in our family and I had always appeared to have somehow avoided it. Whatever it is, I am ridiculous and need to stop. :\

Anyway. ANYWAY...if you know me, you know I play Minesweeper as if it were a competitive sport (if it were, I'd kick some serious ass). If I'm on a computer, I'm playing it. If I'm on the phone, I'm playing it. If you're on the computer, I'm probably thinking that you should be playing it, too. I hit nearly 18,000 games in one year--sad to say, though, my stats have been erased as we had to do a system restore on my laptop a month or so ago. Now I'm only at 616 games. Whatev, I'm going to recover my former glory.

So I'm currently battling an epic stank in my fridge. Maybe you have suggestions? We cannot locate where it's coming from and there is no amount of lemon, vinegar, baking soda or chemically based cleaners that can stand up to the massive funk. I may have met my match. uuugh.

And there you have it. First update since around Christmas. yikes. have fun kids.