I’m really .. excited. About god knows what. I don’t know, maybe it’s like… dissertation induced insanity. I like it.
I’m psyched about my lovely dear friend’s art, and how I want it all over my house. I’m excited about my house. I’m excited about Washington. I’m excited about finishing grad school and making my husband call me Dr. Wife for at least two weeks.
I’m excited about seeing my family for the holidays – we just bought the most expensive plane tickets of my life. It’s like… I think I will enjoy them so much more because I will only get to see them for a bit. That sounds terrible, but it’s true – we squabble like children when we are together too much.
Excited about playing frisbee before Thanksgiving… Turkey Tourney, with good friends I’ve not gotten to know for long enough. An excellent last tournament…
I can’t wait until I’m finished with this sweater dress I’m knitting. Nearly done. Also can’t wait to start the next three things I’m planning to make. Excited about all the movies I’ve never seen that we’re going to watch during our first winter in a strange place. And the research I get to do at my new job.
Hah now I’m excited, and irritated with myself for over-using that damn word…
Ahhh did one of my roommates slip me something? This is ridiculous.