Last night Dave and I went with some friends to a Moroccan restaurant in Charlestown. It was very nice! I had some chicken in fried phylllo dough sprinkled with powdered sugar for an appetizer and then I had a salmon dish for my main entree. For dessert I had some delicious sorbet! I also had two moroccan mojitos that were amazing! The belly dancer came by and did a little dance for us and then Violaine's boyfriend got up and started dancing with her it was hilarious. Dave was enjoying himself and talking to everyone and I was getting pretty buzzed. It seemed like the night might end well for the two of us. We made a plan to drive to beverly airport to have sex there under the stars and I was all excited! Somehow Dave ended up taking the wrong exit so instead we were on our way home. I said, oh well, maybe another time? But was clearly still in the mood to have drunk sex I go upstairs and brush my teeth and when I come downstairs, he is just watching the fucking history channel on the couch. Um???? I guess I kind of exploded on him at that point. Have a few drinks, be in this awful anti-sex relationship and I am sure you would have too! I just could not believe that after I told him NO more sex unless I am drunk because you made it this way by never making me feel wanted, and here is a prime opportunity to do so and instead he puts the TV on? WTF!! Just baffles me. I went upstairs and shut the door.
I've been thinking about my friends in the south having to deal with this hurricane and it freaks me out! I ended up texting Justin and Scott making sure they were okay! I think last night was the worst of it, so I am waiting to hear from them this morning, but I am sure they are fine.
I woke up last night freaking out after a horrible dream. It was SO vivid! I was at a small wedding and there was my significant other's father sitting behind me. It obviously wasn't Dave's dad and we were chatting for awhile and something seemed very odd about him. He left with his wife and I noticed blood splattered on the ground. Someone came up to me and was like"Oh my god what happened to your dress?" I look down and blood is everywhere. I freak out and run to the bathroom and someone in there tells me that my husband's dad has a disease where he only pees blood and that since the blood splattered on me I could now have the disease. I was in the bathroom scrubbing and scrubbing to get it off and then I woke up. So frikin weird!
Anyway, I have been SO busy lately. I'm up bright and early again today because I am going to D's house to study all day, then I have work tonight and I am closing. D and I were talking about the OT thing and she said she is going to just enroll in some courses at Salem state while waiting to get into the program at North Shore. I've been doing a lot of research on this and basically this is the ONLY program that offers AS then transfers directly to a BS/MS combined program. Every other school, like the ones in Washington, don't offer a program to become an OTA that transfers into a BS/MS. Basically, if I wanted to do this in another state, I'd have to major in biology and then apply for a masters program for OT. I don't want to do that because the program they have here seems like an amazing opportunity, but I can see why it is so frikin competitive. "This test means everything", is what the program director said so I am going to study like crazy and hope I do well on it because it is my only hope of getting in!
Everyone else things I am crazy for going for "plan B" and I need to go for "plan A" my dream career, an English professor, but they don't understand the reality of the situation. I do, and I also know getting a Masters in English can always happen later in life. If I ever want to be completely independent and able to do what I want to do in life (move to WA) I need to get this OT degree!!
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