Today is my last day as a 27 year old. Woo hoo! I celebrated by giving myself a facial and pedicure.
Also, Andrew and I have officially been together for 3 years-3 months which is the longest I've maintained a continuous relationship, so to me that's practically 33 years, or forever. I think I'll keep him around a bit longer.
This week I have started to do the pee-pee dance about school, and it's more in an "I can't handle this, I have so much to do" kind of way. I have started some of the tests and counselor meetings and readings and homework [cringe] that has to be done BEFORE I EVEN SET FOOT ON CAMPUS, but I still hate that I can't relax during the summer. I am so spoiled. Plus, I have this feeling like, am I even going to like this? Andrew's answer is a hearty "you better!" because he sees the dollar signs. OK, I see the dollar signs too, I just hope I squeeze every opportunity possible out of this experience, and enjoy it in the process. Is that too much to ask for?
In my counseling session yesterday about career choices, I was a bit taken back. Well really, maybe it is totally in line with my schizophrenic attitude. All the different personality and career tests I've taken contradict each other, so the counselor didn't know what to make of me so much as "you obviously don't know what you want to be when you grow up, but it looks like you don't want to do number crunching or be a sales person." So I have my research and work cut out for me. Things that did sound up my alley were new product development and consulting. I am going to a few conferences in the fall that will hopefully give me a better idea. I will be trying to hone some time management skills in the near future... I think I will miss my freedom now, sooner rather than later. Rice is about to own my ass.