The GRE

I finally bit the bullet and signed up for the GRE. I mean, I am applying to Master's programs for next Fall and applications are due in January, so the GRE is a bit of a must, if you know what I mean.

I've purchased all of my study materials, including a set of 500 flashcards that guarantee to make my vocabulary so awesome not even the editors of Webster will understand everything I will certainly be talking about.

I also have to brush up on my Math, seeing as how I haven't taken "traditional" Math since ... oh ... Freshman year of college way back in the day. The only good news I can gather from this is that I actually found Algebra to be fun. Yes, fun.

The admission I must make is that I am feeling slightly intimidated by this exam. I know I shouldn't let the pressure get to me, but, let's face it ... this is a BIG test! The fact that I'm somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to myself (mainly nerd-wise) doesn't help matters much.

Still, I plan on making the GRE my bitch. It's a personal vow I've made to myself, and I plan wholeheartedly on following through. The main thing I have going for me is the somewhat annoying trait of sheer, unadulterated stubbornness. I will not fail!

Surprisingly, I'm more nervous about the Verbal than the Math. This has more to do with my chosen field of study (Literature) than anything else, I think. However, it could also be due in part to that massive box of words sitting beside my computer, which is extremely, extremely insane. I have some work to do.

The test is on December 19th at 8am here in Austin. That is the Friday before Christmas break, and I plan on taking it off to conquer the 4-hour test, then drive home for The Holidays. Work, then lots and lots of play!

In the meantime, studying, studying, and more and more studying is my plan of action. If anyone reading this has taken said exam, please feel free to offer any advice or condolences. I'm, as they say, all ears. :)

Little Corinne

Well, well, well ...

My cousin, Melanie, brought the first baby from our generation of the family into the world yesterday, ten days early ... Thursday, November 6th.

Her name is Corinne Marie, and she weighed in at 8lbs 6oz, measuring right about 20 inches long. She's precious!

Decisions, decisions ...

Crazy days, my friends. Crazy, crazy days.

I've definitely had too much coffee this morning, and I made some rockin' herb-crusted chicken last night. (Not the reason things are crazy 'round these parts, but who 'da thunk I'd be cooking (WELL) almost daily?! Not I.)

And, apparently, my posts haven't been showing for a few weeks now. This was just brought to my attention, as I thought everything was hunky dory. I believe I fixed the issue, and am hoping they are all showing now. :)

I'm also very into vests. I'm happy they are back in style. I rock 'em. I rock 'em proudly.

Oh, and toasted wheat bagels with a little light cream cheese and sliced strawberries is my new favorite breakfast food. Try it. You'll love it!

Happy Tuesday. It's going to be one for the books.

How 'bout them Raiders?!

I have no voice left. None. I literally screamed my head off last night.

We were going to try to make it home for the game. We didn't have tickets, but tailgating definitely would have been enough! Unfortunately, we were unable to make the trip ... but we did get the distinct pleasure of sitting in a room full of "Ugly Orangies", who were being so tacky to us, I wanted to spit in their faces (I didn't ... for the record), then WINNING the game against the NUMBER ONE team, and sticking it in their faces!

Take it all, bitch! ;)

Are you kidding me?

What a freakin' game! I'm so proud of our boys.

GO RAIDERS!!!



My Alma Mater is making me one happy, happy lady these days!