Chicken Salad

Just typing that subject in kind of made me feel queasy. I was super dumb today and I hope I don't suffer the repercussions much longer*. I brought chicken salad to work today for my break and totally forgot to put it in the fridge. So it sat out for a little over 3 hours until I got back to the break room and realized what I had done (or failed to do..). But by that time I was so hungry and I thought surely it would be fine to eat it.
Wrong!

Within about 5 minutes of my break ending my stomach began to hurt. And it only continued to get worse. I just wanted to lie down and sleep it off. No more standing, no more ringing people's purchases up, no more trying to be friendly. So I ask if I can go home and hour early and thankfully my manager (and friend,  phew) let me. I contemplated whether getting into traffic with a not-so-stable stomach was the best thing to do. How terribly gross would it be if I had to vom while driving down the interstate? But whatevs, I did it anyways (looking back, by decision maker must have been missing a screw or something today). I drove to Miles', commandeered his bed and mumbled the ingredients he needed to get for dinner. And some Tums.
He offered to get pasta to make for dinner. I said no. He then offered to "get some beef?" I said.....no. He then offerend to get "a chicken salad" to which I thought I would definitely vom at the thought of eating more of that devil salad. He said, "not chicken salad. A salad with chicken..."
Then we opted for soup. And by we, I mean I told him I wanted it.

Sweet thang got all the groceries and even began to make dinner himself. He even rubbed my sore back until it felt better, and then rubbed it some more until it hurt again :)
I'm getting a sweet deal in this whole partner for life thing with him. He is the best.

*Not in any gross way. I just hope the mere thought of chicken salad doesn't continue to make me feel sick, because I do lurv it so..

Best Present Ever

Miles took me to see Les Misérables this afternoon as part of my graduation present. I am still wandering around my apartment pretending to be Eponine, Cosette, Marius, Jean Valjean...singing to myself and to whatever neighbors can hear me through the walls or down in the courtyard.

Obviously, I loved it. I had tears in my eyes the first 30 minutes and then the rest of the time I sat with one hand up to my heart and he other squeezing Miles' poor fingers to a pulp.

As soon as he left I YouTubed all my favorite 10th anniversary videos. Oh, Michael Ball. Oh, Lea Salonga! I'm going to be on cloud nine for the rest of the week.

My love, you are the best for taking me. Thank youuuuuu

(yes, nosebleed seats--By the time we went to buy tickets all the good seats were taken--even so, the prices were redunnnk.) 

The End

I am (essentially) at the end of my undergraduate career. In about two and a half days everything will be official, but right now I am needing a serious pick-me-up and this post is going to attempt to meet that need.

Today actually started off pretty well, I had a job interview and I feel it went really well but am trying not to get my hopes up too much (or dream of how wonderful it will be) in case it doesn't work out. But at the same time I have had a sick feeling in my stomach, the kind of get when I'm about to get out of my comfort zone--even if its to do something I want! I've been in the full-time student/part-time retail bubble for 4 years and I'm so happy I am moving forward, its just also really....real.

But enough of talking about what I am trying to get my mind off of...here 10 things that have made me so happy this week:

1. Jackpot Goodwill finds (see below)
2. This video
3. A friend at work telling me about how she wanted to see this Titanic sequel
4. Same friend having to research to realize it aint forrealz (research on funnyordie.com, no less)
5. The related Facebook comments to to "trailer" both before and after her realization
6. Getting called for an interview
7. Interview going really well
8. Finishing school (how is this so low on the list?)
9. Hugs and kisses from my favorite almost-two year old boy
91/2. Hugs and kisses from my favorite almost twenty-five year old boy
10. Burgers

Bonus Happiness: Dad & sister coming to town tomorrow night for my graduation weekend!

Another Must See

Seriously. This is one of the sweetest, moving films I have ever seen. I was wrapped up in my blanket, tickled to death as 82-year-old Robert Malone prepared to go on his first date and as he falls in love with his new neighbor. It is the sweetest story of love, friendship and commitment. Its on Netflix's Instant Watch list and definitely now on my must buy DVD list.

I have this creeping suspicion that with school about to be completely over, I will be watching a lot more movies (like I did when I was but a wee Freshman without the faintest idea of the workload I would encounter in the years following my first in college). And hopefully I will also get serious about my "want to read" book list that has grown over the years. My first step to tackling that list is probably going to be compiling all the post-its, notebook papers and scrap sheets that have titles and authors scribbled on them to actually create a list that the rest of the world could recognize. Lists are my thang, so I should get on that asap. Don't worry, I won't spare this blog from any profound readings or enjoyed movies that I encounter. Don't you worry one bit.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is my last day of classes EVAR (for a while at least).
I graduate next Saturday and can't wait to see my dad and sister who are coming from Honolulu and Chicago (respectively) to see me probably trip up the stairs before I walk across the stage, shake hands with the Belmont Prez (can I opt to shake the real president's hand instead?) and get my diploma.
I dorkily tried on my cap and gown today right after I got home from picking them up. I was dissatisfied with what I saw in the mirror: an almost exact replica of my high school graduating self (world, are you sure I am an adult now?) The only visible difference between high school graduating Bethany and college graduating Bethany is a longer hair length and in a different color gown. Oh yeah, AND THAT BLING ON MY FINGAA.
After graduation, Miles and I only have 49 days left of not being each other's spouse. Thats whats UP!


And with that, I finish this post with a shout out to all the crickets in the world--for your winged melodies are all I hear each time I try to motivate myself to write the last paper ever of my undergrad career.


(Also I keep tying to scheme to get Miles to take me to see Water for Elephants again but it never seems to pan out...)