So, almost two months ago I found a lump in my breast while I was working out. Finally went and had it looked at last week. It's always a joy when you have 3 complete strangers feeling your boob in the course of 30 minutes. But, as of right now, they don't seem to think that there is anything out of the ordinary. But, they still have to review my films and make sure. It's a big weight off my shoulders to say the least.
I've applied to 3 out of 5 PhD programs so far at this point. My last two should be going out either tomorrow or Wednesday. I've spent an arm and a leg on applications. I think I'm pushing $400 now with all of the fees and mailing costs. You're killing me smalls, you're killing me.
I gave the first draft of my thesis to Wendy two weeks before the semester ended. I still haven't gotten anything back from her, and I'm about to scream. 2 months is a little ridiculous. The thing is only 24 pages long, I mean honestly.
We just had our first practice in a month for the monologues yesterday. I think its going to be pretty good. I'm excited about my part. I like it. Because my vagina, well, it wants everything.
Still haven't heard back yet about the job at Northern. I'm not sure if I even stand a chance... and this waiting has made my hopes diminish. Oh well. We'll just wait and see. The next month or two could be quite interesting in determining what my future holds.
My parent's 35th Anniversary is coming up in May, and my sister wants to put a memory book together for them. So I found a few old pictures down in the basement and brought them up here with me. I scanned them in and used my cool new photo editing software I got for Christmas to try and touch them up a bit since they're all yellowed and aged. Cause, well, the 70's was a really long time ago.
Before
After
And one of me as a wee tike [even though I was never very wee] for your enjoyment
... Cause You'll Roll Right Past.
