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Name: Rebecca
Birthday: 10/1/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: God, baking, churches, crafts, fresh air, fun, people, photography, singing, statistics, sunshine
Expertise: Social Research
Occupation: Program Analyst
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AIM:  beccaann1987
Member Since:
1/17/2005
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| - No, the fact that you know a celebrity does not make you more appealing.
- No, I do not want to hear how important looks are to you. I get it--no one wants to date someone who's really ugly--but you really don't need to tell me.
- "Overweight" should not make your top-ten list of "Can't Stands." Again, I understand that a lot of guys aren't into overweight girls, but really, that's as important to you as not cheating on you? One is supposed to use a match's "Must Haves" and "Can't Stands" to see how well one matches up with them. I'm not overweight, but I still tend to delete any guys who say that they think a girl's weight is so important.
- I really don't care much that you work out every day. Sure, go ahead and list working out under the activities you enjoy, but don't find a way to fit your three-times-a-day workouts into each section of your profile.
- You're supposed to make yourself look good on your profile. At least make an attempt to spell and punctuate properly. It's definitely good if you can manage to spell your occupation properly.
- Don't ever ask me which three historical figures I'd like to dine with or with which super hero I most identify. Oh yeah, and don't ask me which breed of dog I think matches my personality best. Just don't.
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| "Could I maybe have another week or so to find somewhere to live?" No. It was now or never.
I had to keep working at my old jobs for another week or so after getting notice of my start date here. That left me one week to find and move into an apartment. I was not very optimistic.
I spent that last week at the old jobs sending emails and making calls to set up appointments to see as many apartments as possible. I think I ended up with seven or eight appointments, though I would later cancel some of those.
I came here Labor Day, from my friend's wedding the day before, to start my apartment search. I actually liked the first one I saw. It was in an old, not-so-pretty high rise. It cost 2.13 times as much as my sister's larger apartment back in West Virginia. I'd have to pay for parking. There wasn't anything nice or pretty nearby. The kitchen was, um, very 1970s. However, it really was plenty large, the price actually was pretty good for the area, and it was fairly handy for getting to work.
I visited a couple places that just could not compare to the first place. I canceled appointments to see tiny studio apartments that would have cost even more than that spacious one-bedroom. I also visited a place that had no record of my making an appointment and didn't actually have any openings (when I told them to whom I spoke, they didn't seem too surprised).
Then I went to the last place left on my list. It was another fairly old apartment (though slightly newer than that first apartment). It was a bit smaller than the first apartment and was in a far less convenient location for getting to work.
But there were trees. And flowers. There was a big grassy area behind the building in which I would live. Across the street there was a picnic area with grills. It was far enough out of the city that it began to look like the world I was used to. It was also cheaper than the first apartment.
My dad and I went to lunch, where I tried to make up my mind. I was so sure that morning that I'd just go with the high-rise apartment. I had kind-of hoped this last apartment would be crummy so that my decision would be easy.
In the end, I decided that the trees and flowers outweighed being able to get to work more quickly. There are times when I'm sitting on the bus thinking that perhaps I made the wrong decision, but I think I think I am much happier living in an apartment surrounded by greenery, where I've got a patio surrounded by shrubs, than on the ninth floor of a drab high rise.
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| My sister is sitting in her first class of the semester. My friends are getting ready to go to class and going to finish registering for classes. I, on the other hand, am lying on my bed (that is, the pull-out couch in my sister's apartment) just wondering what I'm going to do before I go to work at 1:30. I need to work on my survey. I really feel like making cookies. But no classes for me. I knew this whole graduation thing wouldn't really hit me until I just didn't have to go to class today. Or ever again.
I actually have been looking at PhD programs, but I really don't know what's happening with my life right now. I don't know when I'll be moving, how long I'll stay there, and whether I'd really want to go to any of the schools in the DC area. Right now, George Mason seems the most likely just based on the emphases available at the few schools there with sociology PhD programs. Shwhatever.
Life is good right now. It's frustrating not to know when I'll be moving, but I'm actually enjoying my time here now. It's going to be even harder than I imagined to leave this place (and mainly the people here). | | |
| My things have been moved to the new apartment and my parents' house. I continue to wait on any word regarding when I might be able to start my new job. I'm really fed up with some aspects of my current job but can't say that I hate the job, and I really do enjoy working with several of my coworkers and will miss them when I do go.
I'm trying to force myself to finish cleaning the old apartment. I've basically just got my bathroom and some mopping to do. I'm looking forward to being finished with everything here (I'm sitting in the floor at the old apartment, where I'll have Internet for two more days, since I won't have Internet at the new apartment until next Tuesday), but I really am feeling a bit sad about leaving this place that's been my home for the past two years. It's hard to believe that it's actually even been two years since I moved here, since I started grad school. This apartment's been pretty good to me. I am not going to miss all the cigarette smoke from all the neighbors and the broken air conditioner, but I'm sad because I'm reminded once again that everything is changing forever. Soon, I'll be gone, perhaps for good. I joked with my dad that I'd have to stay with the DEA for a long time just so I won't have to move again. "Well, but I might want to own my own house eventually. Nah, it's not worth it. I'll just rent forever." Even if I weren't leaving, nothing would be the same. I'm already all alone here right now. All my friends are moving on with their lives, doing things like getting married and having kids. It's time for me to move on with mine, though in a different way.
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| Things I've been doing a lot of lately:
Working until my body's completely worn out
Neglecting to pack because work wears me out so badly
Cleaning up after other people
Worrying about what people might really mean by the things they say
Listening to good music
Wondering how anyone could ever be attracted to me
Going to weddings
Pretending to be amused when people ask if I'll be the next to get married
Wondering about the future
Waiting around for my life to move forward like everyone else's
Sitting alone in my room
Leaving the windows open
Smelling cigarette smoke from the neighbors below
Making up excuses to call people like my dad because I'm so stinkin' lonely
Considering moving in with my dad
Deciding that it's probably best if I stay here until my big move
Wondering if that big move is ever happening
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