back to school

if i had a dime for every time i've heard "wait, i thought you graduated" in the last couple of days, i would be a millionaire instead of dirt poor.
yes, i graduated. but, i came back for a masters.

some days you just need good looking boys

guess what i got?

apartment and pa retreat pics

this is to the left of my bedroom door:
"dining area"--pantry on the right, kitchen on the left:
right side of my kitchen:
back wall and left side of my kitchen:
my bed and nightstand (at the foot of my bed is a window):

desk (window on right and left side):
the left side of my living room--the shades cover the sliding glass door leading to the balcony:
right side of my living room--the end table is right next to the front door--and there is another lamp on the other end of the couch:
wall '0 shelves?--random shelves on the wall next to my front door seperating the living room from the kitchen

okay, now for p.a. retreat. monday-wednesday we were at cherokee landing (a campingish place) for team bonding/training stuff. out of thirty-something pictures i somehow did not get a single group picture.

sunset on the lake:

playing some water volleyball--kamini, samar, nakul, brian, and ryan
chilling on the dock: sneha, amanda, lindsey, katherine
view from the cabin
our cabin

laundry center

for some of you, doing laundry at a community laundry center may seem like no big deal. however, i am a snob and have always had a washer and dryer (yes, even in college). so, since this was my very first attempt at paying for my laundry i documented it.

ready to go:
step one: get money card (if you are from the era of coin operated, they no longer exist cause people like phil rig them and never have to pay)

step two: washing

passing time by talking on the phone

step three: dryer

passing even more time by reading

an hour and a half and $5 later:

CLEAN LAUNDRY
the best part: as i was moving my laundry from the washer to the dryer, a boy walks in wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. he opens a dryer, pulls out a pair of shorts, puts them on and walks out.

disgusting

i get home from cycling this morning and look down to find this:
no, i do not have some sort of disease. these are tiny knats all over my neck, chest, and down my shirt/bra. pretty gross.

hairspray

i have a confession to make: i am somewhat obsessed with hairspray. i have listened to my soundtrack so much since megan gave it to me that i ruined it. yesterday was a very sad day when my cd wouldn't play. however, my friend, linz, surprised me this morning at training with a new copy. life is good again!!