Things are very decent. I am, at this time, very aware of “a year ago” and I am so, so, so thankful that anything going on now is NOTHING like that. That was so horrid.

Right now things are stable. The job is very good. I’m scared of the GREs because I am struggling with math that I haven’t looked at in 6 years, but I know the GREs will be alright. I am very aware that I will be “HERE” for about another year. And I am actually quite okay with it. I have a job that I don’t hate at all and it pays my rent. I have co-workers who amuse me, and provide a semblence of a social life for a loner like myself. I like it this way.

I still can’t believe I’m here. I’m in New York with a job and a place to live. Life is good. Drama sometimes, confusion prevelant…but still good. Some boy may not have any clue I’m alive (Grr, not this again) Meh. It’s life.

Last night I went to the Hayek Memorial Lecture at NYU. Richard Epstein was speaking and it really was quite a good talk, and I was the only one there without a little law school name sticker, but I talked to a lot of people, and it was fun. It was yet another reminder of how much I miss school.

I’m applying to: NYU, Columbia, Rutgers, UTexas @ Austin, UDallas, UChicago, and UOregon. I started the SOP today. I’m tempted to write ”I changed a lot in college. I changed school. I changed my hair style. I changed political affiliations (but I won’t tell you from what to what). But, unlike the typical college student, what I never changed was my major” I have always been drawn to… blah blah blah.

I can do a statement of purpose. It’s just a matter of tweaking

At work, things are fabulous, and I might be up for a promotion, despite having only beeen there two months. Don’t want to jinx it. Will say no more.

I can’t really say much about my life without going into detail about comlex things, so I will say this, courtesy of my LJ stalker habits “I’m not ahead, but I”m not behind. I don’t want to get up, but I do, so I say that everything’s fine.”

It was a fabulous, wonderful weekend marred only by the fact that I am returning to work instead of to school. I’ve been out of school for EIGHT MONTHS people, EIGHT MONTHS. Oh well, I’ll be going back at this time next year.

Laura was here visiting her brother, and though she was crunched for time, I got to see her on Thursday, which was lovely as always. We talked and talked, and went to Strand (I’m addicted), and I led her around like a blind lamb to slaughter. It’s only fair – I feel as if I’m carrying on a tradition, of sorts, as I was led around like a lamb to slaughter last summer. (Sebastian, you’re next!). I forget how much I miss her, even if she has become a liberal hippie. We hugged good-bye in the 14th Street Station and went back and forth like typical girls and made plans for my visit to Saratoga next month.

Friday at work, we were all pretty hostile because we weren’t getting a half day like everyone else on the planet, but it was quiet, and most of us were just wasting time online all day. After work I went out with some co-workers for awhile, came home, and read until Michael called.

I met up with Mike’s friend Iwho lives in SoHo. We drank beer whilst waiting for Michael to arrive and talked politics and books and made fun of Mike (who was an hour and a half late) Mike arrived and I bought a round of shots and we toasted to something, I don’t remember. Anyway, there was much merriment and I didn’t get home until 4 AM.

Saturday, Michael and I had quality time, lunch, sitting in Washington Square Park watching the NYU freshman (which I could write a book on in and of itself, it brought back so many weird memories), good-good conversation, stumbling into a table of political philosophy books, wandering aimlessly. We met up with Xina and her boy at the country music bar on the Upper East Side, and it was a fabulous time.

Sunday was recovering from Saturday’s antics

Monday, I went out to Rockaway Beach, which was lovely. It’s no Jersey Shore, but it’s okay. So I got a sunburn on the quintessential last day of summer, but it was just a really relaxing day, and I read a lot, and thought about the summer in my usual reflective way.

And now I’m back at work, and envious of those starting a new semester. Not because I miss college necessarily, but because I miss academia, and I belong in school. I was flitting around Washington Square Park, declaring “I’m enamored with this area, I want to go to school here!” but I worry about NYU’s Poli-Sci program. It’s…limited, to say the least, and while they do have a strong history department, I don’t really want a history PhD.

I am getting more and more serious about going to school in Texas. I mean, clearly I’m not quite cool enough for Manhattan, so why not go to Texas where every bar plays country music? And meet me a nice Southern Gentlemen. (To quote the favorite professor “Uck, forget about New York boys”) Although Brent was teasing that I am not graceful and refined enough to fit in down there. My take is I’ll be the vulgar Yankee girl. I’ll be a novelty. And I do know how to niche market.