Well, I've never been so proud of my persistence (a.k.a. stubbornness) than I am today. I walked into a local B&N tonight to pick up a coveted copy of The Associated Press Stylebook. I looked online last night whether that particular store had a copy of it, and I found that they did. So when I walked into the store today, all I intended to do was ask to be told where the writing references are and look for it there.

Unfortunately, when I asked for the book, the cashier enumerated titles of other books, and all that I had in my head was a big "Huh?"

"I'm sorry. I'm just looking for the stylebook," I said.

"Well, we don't have it here. We'll have to order it for you," she replied.

For a minute, I just stood there like an idiot. I wanted, no, I needed that book if I ever want to be copy editor. So I told her, "Maybe you could just tell me where the section is and I could go see what else you have." TRANSLATION: B*tch, I know you have that book. If you won't give it to me, I'll go get it myself.

Once I was in the writing reference section (which, in fact, was just a bookshelf. No, not even. It was half a bookshelf.), I stared at the few books on display. There were the famous Elements of Style, MLA Handbook for Writers of Research Papers, and a few Idiot's guides, but no AP stylebook.

New plan: Read each and every single title. That was a good plan, until I got tired of reading the titles at the end of the top shelf. I just kept thinking "It must be here. It must be here," over and over again. Something inside me was convinced they had a copy of it.

Maybe it was the fact that I looked it up at the website before. Maybe it was the fact that I believe that "If you want to get something done right, you gotta go do it yourself." Whatever it was, thanks to it, I found the book. They had one last copy of it sitting on the lonely writing reference half-bookshelf, and it was waiting just for me.

Oh, I can't tell you how much I wanted to smack the cashier with the book. (Yes, I know, I am evil.) But I was satisfied enough with, "You do have it! You had one last copy and I got it!" And as she struggled to explain to me what went wrong when she looked it up, inside me, I know I had won.

Won what? Well, something. Certainly something. And my trophy's my new Associated Press Stylebook.

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kitten posted @ 8:37 PM |



Well, it was an interesting experience. There was Eric, who I've already met. There's Esha, who wore a bear hat. There was Steve, who introduced himself as Kristina after learning that my name is Kristina. Then there was Alex who's a marine and has an incredible collection of anime and manga and DnD stuff.

*shrugs* Not as bad as I thought. There was no panel. I was not bombarded with questions. I'd say it went well, but I can't really. Don't ask why.

On other news, when we were buying snackage, Esha brought up the fact that I'm an English major. As it turns out, so is she. She then asked me what my area of concentration is. Um, yeah, haven't really thought about it, and that's exactly what I told her, adding the fact that I'm still a freshman. She then says "So am I." and that didn't really help, but I managed to choke a "I think I want to be a teacher." She then goes on to say that a teacher only needs half the credit... blah blah blah. It all became static because something I haven't thought about in a while hit me again: the issue of becoming certified.

Fortunately, I was standing right next to Andy and I then burried my face in his chest and said "Althought I'm not really sure about that because I can't really get certified because. I'm. Not. A. Citizen," then squeezed his hand. He then leaned in to whisper something in my ear, but I already knew what it was.

"I already know what you're going to say. You've said it to me before," I told him.

"Okay," he said while straightening back up.

I tugged at him and said "But tell me again. I want to hear it."

"If you married me, you wouldn't have to worry about all these things."

If I married him. Ha. If I married him. Like I'm actually the type to settle down. Like I'm actually the type to want a secure relationship. Like I even actually like him that much!

But then again... I am. I am. And I do.

*shrugs* "We'll just see what happens."
kitten posted @ 10:41 PM |



Everything is great. Life is just grand. Okay, I lied. Life isn't grand. In fact, in more than one respect, life is actually worse than it was six months ago. But this warm and fuzzy feeling that wraps itself around my heart sets a nice glow to everything around me. I'm still convinced that life is grand.

He and I agree that everything about the two of us seems like it was meant to be. Physically, intellectually, emotionally - we are in perfect sync. I can't remember the last time I was this happy. I can't remember the last time I was this content.

But tell me why I'm getting this... weird feeling like something's going to go wrong. I don't know what it is. But I can feel it every now and then, like a reminder that life can't be perfect. We can only strive for perfection, not achieve it.

If Andy were reading this he would probably rub my arm and say "You're such a pessimist." Oh, and he's right. I am such a pessimist. I just find it really hard to go along with this perfection. I've just been so used to mediocre, one-way relationships that I'm scared this will turn out to be one too. *sigh*

Spring break this week.

Monday: Liberty Science Center
Tuesday: BODIES Exhibit + Bubba Gump
Wednesday: Firefly + Serenity marathon at my house.
Thursday: [Bike-riding at Libery State Park]
Friday: Shopping @ Willowbrook Mall

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kitten posted @ 8:18 PM |



Masakit ang katawan ko. Tambak ang trabaho. At mukhang puro B pa yata ang grades ko ngayong term na ito.

Let's jump off a building!

Wait, that's not funny.

Waaah.

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kitten posted @ 10:12 PM |