I can officially say that I feel like a college freshman.

First off, I'm working at a company with tons of new friendly, faces of people my age.

Second off, at work I sometimes feel overwhelmed with information and find myself making excessive amounts of post-it notes.

And, finally, last night, for the first time in my life, I dropped my phone in the toilet.

Is that not a rookie mistake?!

I wish I had some elaborate story about the death of my blackberry. And even though I'm pretty sure that a story ending in your cellular device submerged in toilet-water doesn't have much potential to be cool to begin with, mine is definitely the most boring of all cell phone eulogies. So naturally, I'm sharing it with you.

I picked my cell phone off the sink, and dropped it in the toilet. If someone were watching me, it probably looked deliberate. Because that's how naturally clumsy I am. I look like I'm trying to drop things/trip/lose things (not clumsiness, but natural)/etc.

This sad story aside, only one question remains....

...should I switch over to the dark side?

Hiatus

I have not been blogging in so long because I moved in on the 1st, and didn't get internet until today! I know what my loyal followers are thinking, I blogged on the first. This is true. I was also stealing someone else's internet. When i moved in, I experienced 2 days of free wireless bliss, leading me to believe I might not have to call the most annoying cable/internet company known to man kind (more deets to come in a later post). And then, I no longer could find the network. It was stolen from me. And I was so mad. Because I was entitled to that free internet service, damn it. I did absolutely nothing to get it so HOW DARE YOU TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME.

I don't really have time to blog now - I'm trying to prepare for my first-ever business trip tomorrow! I am going to Syracuse, NY for a trip as a learner and I'm excited to travel but hate packing.

But I really wanted to post a little update and share this picture of a view from work. I took it after a meeting one day when I spent an hour sitting on a porch swing and doing some work on my lap top:

I love this picture, because even though I live in a city, which I love, it's nice driving 10 minutes and seeing beautiful farm after beautiful farm. So peaceful! 

Well, I have much more to update on but it will have to wait for another day ...maybe I'll post tomorrow night at the hotel!

Move In Day!

Today, I MOVED INTO MY APARTMENT. Caps Lock cannot capture how incredibly excited I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Neither can 15 exclamation marks. But I decided to give it a try.

When unpacking my belongings that my wonderful parents drove here for me, I noticed something. I have a lot of totally excessive possessions.

Behold, my scarf collection:

yes! my room has both a door and a light switch.

I have no less than 12 scarves. One for each day of Christmas, I suppose.  My boyfriend has been giving me a hard time because I don't have a real winter coat. Apparently those come in handy for the Madison winters. However, as clearly illustrated above, I seem to have copious amounts of winter fashion accessories.

Sadly, about 75 percent of these scarves are as thin as kleenex, so they won't stand a chance against the icy Wisconsin weather. But they're so cute!

I know you're probably wondering why I don't have a real winter coat. I've been putting this off for a while. In short, I would rather call Verizon customer service than go winter coat shopping. And I would rather be run over by a mack truck than call Verizon customer service.

When you're tall, winter coat shopping has the same result as talking to Verizon people about how you're screen doesn't work and yes I already took the battery out 15 times. Very time consuming. Very frustrating. Leave with nothing but a feeling of utter violation.

*Note to self: I'm going to have to post about some of my splendid experiences with Verizon.*

If you're a tall female you can probably relate to this. So basically, my mom and sisters can relate.  Department store winter coats NEVER have long enough sleeves. Most shirts, generally speaking, never have long enough sleeves. So I just avoid buying long-sleeved shirts. If you'll notice, my wardrobe consists of almost entirely short sleeve shirts. Sure, must are T-shirts that normal humans wear exclusively to work out in, but you get the idea.

The problem is, when it comes to winter coats, you must get long sleeves. Unless you want your wrists to get frost bite.

So that's it, that's why I don't have a winter coat. I like my wrists. So I'm thinking I'll just need to invest in about 32 pairs of gloves and I'll be set.