It’s amazing what a full night of sleep will do.  I need more of them.

Let’s see…it’s been a couple weeks since I’ve posted [sorry about that].  Update: Mr. W is my boyfriend again.  I realized that when I ended things, I did so because I was afraid.  I “pulled a Teri,” if you will.  He’s fixed some things, I’ve fixed some things, and we’re basically going slower this time around.  I am much happier now, but grateful for the mistakes of the first try because we’ve both learned from it.

Next week is Josh and Cynthia’s wedding, which seems surreal to me.  This year is really flying by.  I’ll try to get some pictures.  I look pretty good in that bridesmaid dress, if I do say so myself.  Of course, I may be biased.  Your boyfriend giving you the pet nickname of “Beautiful” does wonders for your self-esteem.

School is going well–got A’s in both Marketing and Managerial Accounting, which seemed incredibly unlikely as roughly half of all assignments were turned in late.  I’d wager a good 75% of all assignments were also complete b.s. on my part.  [It's nice to use my undergrad.]  I’m on quarter break until Sept 8th, whereupon I will start Finance Management [which I thought I all ready took, but oh well] and Information Management [which I do everyday as part of my job].  Hopefully an easy 8 weeks ahead!

I may also be shifting into a new job.  An office elsewhere in the country is being closed and the jobs are moving to my office.  Not everyone wanted to make the move, and there are some openings.  I’ve applied for one, but I hear there is a lot of competition what with the economy being so down.  So, fingers crossed!  Perhaps soon I can start referring to myself as an account administrator.  That almost sounds impressive, eh?  I might just start referring to myself as such anyway.

The SS strikes again!  This morning I received a text reading only, “Hey.”  I should mention he texted me “hey” a couple days ago also, but I didn’t respond then.  I couldn’t resist responding now.

Me: Yes?
Him: U free tomorrow
Me: No.  I learned my lesson last weekend.

He will stop now, right?  Right?!

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Teri: Hmm, well it did something…

Certain songs mean more to me on certain days. There is no rhyme or reason to this–I’ll simply be listening to my iPod at work (as I am wont to do) when this certain song begins to play and suddenly, though I’ve heard it a hundred times before, on this particular day I think to myself: YES. That is it. Right there. (Apparently, I think in very short sentences.)

Today’s song is Simon & Garfunkel’s “Kathy’s Song.” I cannot stop my finger from pressing the repeat button as the song ends. I don’t know why. But the song is beautiful.
I love the last line:
There but for the grace of you go I

The SNG deserves a new name, I think. He is not seemingly nice. He *is* nice. My apologies for not posting more about him–I know friends are curious. It’s weird because though I can post the most intimate details of my own life (and have), I am reticent to post any that involve a second party. Why is this? But I suppose a little conscientiousness can never be a bad thing.

We went to a renaissance festival last Saturday. It had been a while since I’d been to one, and I really enjoyed myself. We got to watch a woman blow glass. And I bought a vase from her that has got to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, let alone owned.

(The flowers are from him.)

I need to write more. I’m hardly writing at all anymore. I barely even write in LJ and that was always my faithful standby. My “well at least I’m practicing some sort of writing in good ol’ LJ”. Hey, Teri. Message to you. FREAKIN’ WRITE MORE. (Told you I think in small sentences. My brain is the no-nonsense, no-frills counterpart to my, in this case anyway, fingers.)

Yes, Brain. I shall do my utmost to obey.
Damn straight.