Stuff Happened

Okay, quick recap of the week:
— Anniversary — Moving out — Summer — Internships —

Anniversary
This week marked the two year anniversary of the more or less official relationship of Adam and me. I say more or less official because there is a bit of a disagreement on when Adam and I became “official,” both in terms of the actual date/time we crossed that line between friends and dating people formerly known as friends and, just to complicate things a bit more, there was some (more) disagreement about whether what happened on that day (the one we haven’t ever properly deduced) actually constituted us being an ‘us.’ Later, just to get rid of some of the insanity, we retcon’d it and decided that we did indeed become a proper couple on the day that we still never pinned down.
So Adam and I celebrated our two-year coupleyness last Sunday, and it was fantastic. Hm. That sounds cliché and a little ridiculous, but it was. It was simple, but it was great. We went to Addisons, where they tricked me into eating the overpriced but absolutely mindblowing special and Adam managed to outsmart them by getting a burger that was apparently also delicious. Then we meandered back to the dorm and cuddled and watched a movie. Sounds boring now that it is written, but it was just what I needed.
So then I forced Adam to sit with me and reminisce/flashback end-of-tv-show style, reliving blips of the past two years of our lives. Charming. And it made me think: I am *so* happy with him. He makes me purr like a kitten and feel warm and fuzzy, even when I am just thinking of him. …And I’m going to miss him this summer.

Moving Out
Yesterday was hellish with a side of stress and ouch. Moving out is a lot of work and very tiring. I woke up accidentally at 9:30ish because the sun invaded my room and proceeded to force me to start packing. Packing is a grueling process that makes it feel like the life is just being drained out of you. So I packed, forever, and then I desperately called Matt and Katie and begged for help. Thankfully, they were okay for volunteering for the job. Thanks so much! A lot of teamwork, hauling of stuff, driving about, sweeping and dusting. 95% of my belongings are in a box, hopefully in a storage unit. And I am semi-officially homeless. Hurrah! Footloose and fancyfreeish!

Summer
And because I am now semi-officially homeless, summer has begun! Summer so far is me on Katie’s couch fairly nonstop, generally watching Gilmore Girls. And it is so great. I have nothing to do. Nothing. There is no schedule in my life right now. It’s fantastic. And making me a tad bit anxious. I don’t even have a plane ticket home yet. Not even sure we decided when I’m going home. I’ve got a few days of TAing at the Mo’ian soon, which I’m a bit looking forward to. And then there is a lot of blank space that I’m hoping to fill with friends and maybe a little more than sitting around and watching Gilmore Girls.

Internships
Wednesday of this week was supposed to be my day of free emptiness working on packing and getting things done. But that was not the case at all. Instead it was a day of phone tag with two different internships that I both desperately wanted to get, and a two-hour intensive, terrifying copyediting test online that I’m still worried that they didn’t get and that I’m now doomed for. But, on the upside of all this crazyiness and phone tag, I got an internship! Yes, a real deal internship! It’s at this magazine based in Dallas called CURE, that is distributed for free to cancer patients and their families. A little depressing-sounding, I know, but I’ll take anything. I have been accepted as an “editorial assistant” (or do whatever the hell we want you to) and I will start as soon as I show up (plane tickets, need plane tickets). It’s full time, but pays less than the camp job, but I hated that job anyway and so am not so sad about leaving it. I am nervous about transportation to and from said amazing internship, as it is close to downtown, I don’t have a car, and my parents are worried about me driving in downtown Dallas anyway. I may be forced into the bus systems, meaning at least an hour-long drive for a trip mapquest claims will take two minutes. It may just have to be an hour each way that I have to sacrifice.
The other internship I was looking into was one for DayPost, an online company that is a branch of the New York Times that writes copy for websites like About.com. And it pays ridiculously well and is freelance copyediting, meaning I can copyedit in my underwear from home if I so desire and no one will care. I’m really hoping I get it, but Scott the recruiter guy said “our further conversations are dependent on how you do on this test.” No pressure, right? I REALLY want it. I mean, the guy asked me, in all seriousness, if I know about Word…Microsoft Word. I could do that job blindfolded — and did I mention it pays REALLY well, which would make up for the lower pay at the other internship. I’m fantastically excited and had to pack all my fancy/business clothes to go home, instead of my shlummy t-shirts.

Ah, the Gilmore Girls disc has ended. I am forced to get up from the couch of loveliness.