Hi there.

My name is Teri. This is my blog. It's a bit neglected. I've been, um, not bad, but not , uh, comfortable with myself lately. Change. It's not good.

OK, so I've put out 28 resumes and finally got a nibble from one today. [On a Sunday, no less!] I was just asked to fill out more documentation, so I will oblige. For the record, I do have a job. It's just an extremely low paying, no benefits, no vacation giving job. Wow, it sounds even worse when you put it in writing rather than muttering under your breath.

My cupboards were bare, so I went to the grocery and stocked up on fruits and veggies and Cheerios. I exercised twice today and did four loads of laundry. Overall, a fairly productive day.

Oh yeah! I bought a nice little lounge chair and cute plants for my back deck. I sit out there and read now. And! My wireless works out there. If I didn't live in the ghetto, I would consider sleeping on my fabulous new chair.

OK, everyone say hi. I said hi first. :)

So I'm a little cranky...

Alright, so maybe agitated is more like it. Things - people, places, events - are annoying me. To my credit, I think I am holding it together pretty well considering I haven't shot up a McDonald's yet. Besides, violence would just cause way more anxiety. I think the answer is to hole up in an empty room and lie in the middle of the floor for three days. I think it would bring back my Zen. (Yeah, I'm using Zen incorrectly again. Work with me.)

Don't worry, it's just temporary. I don't handle change very well. I like stability and comfort. And I like for my spontaneity to be convenient.

After decompressing, I think I will take a road trip. Let's discuss plans tomorrow, shall we?

Oy vey!

You kids are some loyal peeps. I haven't been around for weeks on end, but here you have been - sitting on the proverbial stoop. It makes a girl feel loved.

So I'm officially finished with school. Forever. Evvvver. Graduation is Saturday afternoon. I need to get my butt over to the bookstore and purchase my hood and tassel. And then there is that whole applying for a job thing - gotta get on that.

My birthday party was last Friday night and, I gotta say, it was quite the event. Dave the Tomato Eater was there. If he lets me, I'll post a funny photo of him. What do you say, Davey?

Can we talk about something serious for a second? Why do my friends have such rotten self esteem? There is definitely something wrong with the universe when the chubby, redheaded, pasty kid is the most confident one in the bunch. Love yourselves. And then love everyone else. [But use protection!]

I'm going down for a nap. I promise I'll write again tomorrow.