These people have figured it all out...

Seems it's been a while. But I'm back, tentatively- depending on several factors- most important of which may be that i have new life steps ahead of me and this may be the best way to keep up with everyone. And, as Meghan has recently stated: "Everybody's doing it."

Furthermore, just to demonstrate how far removed from the blogging world I have been, it just took me a serious half-hour and one half-latte to figure out how to sign back on to my blog. I have yet to figure out how to change my blog from a temporary Google account over to a real one. This is probably the reason I do not have a degree in Internet Awesomeness.

So, the real test of my future blogging successfulness will be if I make it back onto Brett's "check once a month" list of links. Baby steps.

Anyway- let me sum up my life since the two Octobers ago:

-One graduation
-Two jobs, one of which has at least something to do with my degree
-Two standardized tests
-Six applications to various graduate programs
-Two acceptances (very happy with both), three wait-lists, and one rejection (surprisingly not from the school I was expecting it from) letter
-One slightly confidential graduate decision, to be revealed non-dramatically at a later date
-One bridesmaid dress, one to go
-Several hundred cups of coffee
-One faulty red-light camera ticket (don't get me started)
-Two trips to NYC
-Zero trips back to France- an obvious oversight
-And finally, ZERO overdraft fees; not that they were common before, but for someone taking a year off between degrees, I find that a major success.

So, here's to another attempt at blogging. Now go drink your Cinco de Mayo Margaritas.

Absolutely fascinating. Long read, but worth it.

Beam me up, Scottie. http://www.cnn.com/2006/TECH/science/10/04/teleportation.reut/index.html




And for those of you who don't know, I have become addicted to LOST over the summer. I love conspiracy theory shows, and the premiere is tonight. Anything with constant literary allusion is ok by me.

So I was in Savannah several weeks ago, spending a weekend with my family. We were at an ice cream parlor in old downtown Savannah, when a summer shower rolled in. It was pouring down rain, and we were just watching from inside, eating our ice cream (gelato if we're being serious, and I'm always serious about dessert).

Then we saw it, the photo-op of a lifetime:

A clown. A sad clown. In the rain. Still being sad.

That might be the only time I've ever found a clown funny.

Ok, let's start over. Hi Molly, meet your blog. Blog, meet Molly. Molly, you have to write in Blog, and Blog, you have to show her creativity and wit so she'll have more friends.

Enchantee.

Here we go.
Let's play a game of bad news/good news from my recent events.

Good news- Got satellite tv installed in my new apartment. With TIVOOOOOOO
Bad news- had to use my phone after the sweatiest, hairiest, most-ridiculously-low-riding-plumber-pants installation guy used the phone to activate my satellite. I think I cloroxed my ear.... face.... body.

Bad news- Flat tire on the way to work.
Good news- Had time to finish my breakfast (can of Coca Cola Classic, word)

Bad news- Sink plumbing exploded tonight
Good news- Had waffles for dinner.

Good news- Watched "So You Think You Can Dance" and totally loved it.
Bad news- Watched "So You Think You Can Dance" and totally loved it.


That pretty much wraps things up. But just so you know, having your satellite installed is probably one of the most awkward moments in life. Here's the deal: You can't act like you are not paying attention, because you can't watch tv. They are installing it, and sweaty plumber pants is probably standing in front of your tv anyway. You can't do other things, because they TAKE OVER YOUR ENTIRE RESIDENCE. You can't act like you don't feel a little bit sad inside when you finally decipher what they are saying and realise that they keep calling you pet names ("hey sweeeeeeeeetheart, where's the bathroom?"). You can't just stare at your computer... ok yes you can. That's exactly what I did. There is such thing as too much facebook. But such is the price you pay to see Foood Network glitter over that once-silent box in your living room. Paula Dean, how I missed you.

Word.

Dear John Mayer,

I was wondering if you were aware that Macy's plays your music in the women's department. You know I am a fan, but apparently so are the same people that like muzak. Just thought you should know.

Love always,
Molly