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So a big hello must go out to my main man, JED. Nice to have you reading again, honey. Hugs and kisses from the misses. Ha. Nevermind me.

And hi to Susanne who recently also came across the new blog via the old blog! How are you?

Anyways, so my search for a potential makeout partner has been prosperous overall. I am currently emailing 4 men (all of whom are very good-looking, I must say), plus I have 2 hotties on facebook (it's an online college networking thing) and I have a sort of super-crush on an actual dude, not just some representation of one on a website or through email. (His name is Aaron and I am desperately trying to be patient with him because, you know me, I really want to ask him out. Patience is a virtue, Kelly. This runs through my head every, say, 30 seconds or so.) It's hard being so damn attractive.

Despite my plethora of potentials, I am not particularly interested in making friends right now for a variety of reasons. First, because my friends always take priority over school and that cannot happen at this moment in time. (READ: LOTS TO DO.) Second, because I haven't even had time to process the last few months of my life and I feel like I need some serious time alone to think. Third, I am too overwhelmed with everything else going on. For example, I had to go to the DOL (Department of Licensing) today to get a new Washington driver's license! Ahh! I also changed my address and registered to vote as a Washington resident. Weird, let me tell you. For not being able to efficiently process moving, this is quite a shocker for the ole nogin. Good news, though, one of the 5th year students (ahh, that's gonna be me someday) told me that the first year, especially the first quarter is the most difficult. She said it's all downhill from there. Needless to say, I was relieved to hear that. Hallelujah. Bad news, my loan hasn't come through yet, so I am a broke little girl waiting for some money. On the other hand, next year, I'll officially be a Washington resident, which means I'll pay on the up and ups of $10,000 less than I am paying this year. Hooray for "becoming a permanent member of the Washington community."

Other news: I signed up for a hip hop class that will meet twice per week this quarter. Only $35. Not bad because it's through the U. I will also be taking a Jazz/Modern class starting at the end of January (pending I have my damn loan money) and, hopefully a ballet class, too. Exciting things for an exciting person.

So, the last thing for today, I said a few days ago that I would inform you more about my classes at a later date and today's that date! They are such psych classes that, sometimes, I have to laugh (well, more like stiffle a laugh because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings). My cohort (there are 15 - mostly younger - people in the School Psychology program and we are identified as this) is obviously in all of my classes with me (and they will be for the next 3 years for sure), but a few other classes have individuals from different programs. These people are all different ages and have all different education levels and experiences. Unfortunately, there really is no ethnic diversity (bummer); most of us are Caucasian and female with a few males and one African American man. Overall, it is really humbling to hear about all of the training and education some of these people have. In one of my classes (Human Learning), we even have an Electrical Engineering professor who is taking the class to get another degree in Psychology so she can better understand how her students learn. Can you believe that? Frickin cool, I think. Here's just a little sampling of what you would hear in one of my classes:

Instructor begins talking about readings and asks (presumably rhetorically because we all know the answer she is looking for is NO): "Are you invested in this reading?"

Man at the middle table raises his hand as though to answer the question and, instead, asks: "What do you mean by invested?"

Oh Good Lord. Seriously, are we students of Psychology or what?

My biggest pet peeve so far? The classes always seem to go over their scheduled time. I find that particularly annoying when I have somewhere to be and am already gonna be late because I am not punctual to begin with. Ugh.

But, I am not going to say that these last few weeks haven't been difficult so far. I have had a lot of doubt about being here and in the program (something that my advisor said is extremely normal and natural for first year students) and spending the next 5 years of my life in school. It's very intense, but not so much so that's it's not doable. Let's just stay exceedingly stressful.

To end today, I thought I would enlighten you all with some quotes right outta my personal quote book:

"That rock has a hard on." - Mom as we went through the mountains from Pasco on our way back to Seattle. (10/2/05)

"I think a horse took a wrong turn." - A random lady who went into the public bathroom after I had pooped. (10/2/05)

"What do you call a wine that isn't dry? Damp?" - Me during our little wine-tasting excersion in Yakima Valley, Washington. (10/2/05)

Lots of love and missingness,

Kelly (too bad no fun nicknames...I'll think of some)

PS - I must say, though, despite my busy schedule and all of my homework, it is much easier to blog on this schedule than it was on my summer schedule. :)