I got my taxes done. Much less ugly than I thought it was going to be. I need to finalize some numbers, so I am waiting for those forms.

I am trying to decide if I want to go to a dinner party this Friday. Pros - it will be fun. Cons - it's a haul to get there and I would have to come home, let Millie out, change, THEN go. So I don't know.  Saturday I am getting my hair cut and a manicure, then steam cleaning my frightening carpets.  Sunday, I am going Target shooting, then hanging out in SF the rest of the day/evening.  Monday, I have an eye appt. and then I am going to the gym.  Maybe taking Millie to a park to run and be freeeeee.

School starts next week.

Anyway, Happy New Year! I posted last in August. Nothing has changed. Nothing. I am not sure if that makes me pathetic or normal. Classes start in a week, this semester is WWII. Looking forward to it, I hope it lives up to my mental hype.

I have plans for this year. BIG plans. Ok, really small plans, but plans nonetheless.

I am going to paint my living room, graduate with my Masters, learn to knit, and volunteer more. I haven't been volunteering much, since this last semester was a bitch, but I really want to get back out there. I miss it.

Ooh, I am also going to work on getting Millie certified as a therapy dog. She would be so good at it.

Apparently I haven't journaled here in 42 weeks. I am pretty sure that makes me a waste of LJ space, so I better step it up.

I really wish today were Friday, but apparently I just can't make that happen. I can't wait to go to bed Friday night and sleep late Saturday morning. This is what you start to look forward to when you get up at 530am.

Should I start running again? I have been thinking about it again. Millie and I did some running last weekend and I think maybe I want to give it another shot. I am enjoying the new trainer alot! I wish I would have had him all along, but it is, what it is.

So, my washer and dryer died. No biggie, I have a home warranty. Apparently my home warranty covers everything BUT the washer/dryer. Urg. So, I call the Sears repair people, $700 to fix. Urg. Then, come to find out, I am responsible for the whole of the tax bill on my condo. Can I crawl under a rock now?

Saturday, I am meeting up with the trail running people again. Last week was fun, I have to remember to have cash this time though. Last weekend someone had to buy my breakfast for me. Whoops!!!

I am still trying to decide what to do about kickboxing. Another urg.

You make the call. Apparently I would rather walk 4 miles than run 2. I don't know that jogging burns more calories or is better for me than walking, but I thought it might be. I don't know. I am babbling.

I will run on Tuesday. I mean it this time.

Today we ran shuttle runs in class - run, touch the floor, run back, touch the floor, run further, touch the floor, run back, touch the floor, run further, touch the wall, run back. We did this WAY too many times. Oof. Good practice for tomorrow when I start running for real.

I signed the documents for the condo. The reality is here. I am about to be horribly broke for a very long time.

I am officially addicted to the Dog Whisperer. I can't stop watching it. I have watched 6 in the last 2 days. My name is Gekko, and I am a Dog Whispereraholic.

I have new eyes, new teeth, I am working on shrinking the old body and am getting there slowly but surely, I have better clothes, better makeup. But I have to wonder why, why now? I don't know what suddenly made me decide now is the time for radical self change. Midlife crisis? Wouldn't it have been easier to buy a convertible?? A pretty red one??

Classes start soon, I keep trying to wrap my mind around being a student again. I am not having much luck so far. I took one of the classes as an undergrad, I wonder if Carlos would notice if I turned in the same papers. I will even leave his grades on there so he can remember how much he enjoyed them last time. After I buy the condo, I will be so broke that I won't have any money anyway, then my poor ass can stay home working on my papers.