thank you note

It's almost Thanksgiving day, and I have tons to be thankful for. Like that I totally kicked school's ass and got two A's. It's official. I have my 1st degree!

This is my Thanksgiving Thank You list:

I would like to thank my roommate. She just gave me some wine and asked me to test taste her creamed spinach. She is dressed like she just stepped out of an asylum(toe socks - you know the socks that look like gloves and a mets headscarf, I think.) I love coming home to her on days like this. We are both in good moods. And will be watching Dexter on bootleg in like 10 minutes.

See my roommate and I have much in common we came full circle. We've also lived together so long that our friendship has changed (but not in a bad way - just as in "I already know all your business, so what should we talk about" sorta way) Now we have Dexter. A new bond over serial killers, alcohol and food has unraveled before our very eyes. I owe her a ton for the past year and change. She really didn't have to put up with me and she did. I won't take back what I said about her choice of evening wear tonite, but I love her.

And lastly:

You didn't think I would forget this guy, did you? TMR41H!

School's out for....

maria!

I am thrilled and somewhat scared all at the same time. I don't remember what it is like to have a lot of free time so I have a list of things I want to do this next year. I hope I do keep busy. It is either that or laying on the couch watching television.

I have about 20 books I need to read - oh how I miss fiction.
I also hope I get to see more shows then I have been. These are two things I have missed most of all outside of spending time with my family and friends without feeling distracted by pending assignments.

I also think I have decided officially where I will spend another million dollars in education, but I shouldn't worry about that today-on my last day of class- because it defeats the purpose of unwinding.

Gwen, I am one wound up biotch.

Anyway, my last weekend of class was overshadowed by the Cruise-Holmes wedding.
Jebus, even Britney Spears was overshadowed by the Cruise-Holmes Wedding. I read up about the scientology wedding and was less that shocked at how odd the thing is. The core of it all is blissful but:

In the old-fashioned language that marks the Traditional version, the groom is reminded that girls need clothes and food and tender happiness and frills, a pan, a comb, perhaps a cat and is asked to provide them all.

A pan? A Comb? A cat? Perhaps?

Above photo is an actual chart given to me on the subway from the N.Y.C.O.S. For scientometric testing. I am certain they would find that I fall in the "attention urgent" category.

I have to go do some useful thing with myself now. Like read something that teaches me only about hard knocks and people I do not know. Not math and rock formations!