I don't think I'll do the regular "Here's what's new in my life!" Why? Because not one of you would probably care right now. Most of you on my meager friends list I see on a semi- daily basis, one is my husband, and the others I am also friends with on Facebook. If you check facebook, then you'll be more updated than on LJ.

So, today was interesting.. but this is all I will talk about. Short. Sweet. Painful.

Had the COFA Convocation today. I didn't win any awards, I don't have any grand achievements, and I seriously doubt any professors will be affected AT ALL by my graduating and leaving this school I, on the other hand, will miss it a great deal, but I would be just a little happier if I knew that at least one professor would remember my name, afterall, it has been 6 years that I have devoted to this damn department and program. If at least one professor can remember me, and not for speaking my mind or not because I constantly must remind them of who I am, (No, I'm not Cassie, I'm CASEY.)or( No, I graduate this year, I'm not a new student)????

Anyways, went to this convocation, got to go up and get a certificate that said I was graduating... with the wrong name on it. Was careful, seeing how's I am 6 months pregnant, not to fall on the stage, or walking off of it. But wouldn't you know it? I walk outside into the lovely day, all 80- some degrees, really nice, and walked towards my car. Lenny was waiting to pick me up. Hit the concrete bumper of the parking spot, fell face first towards the ground and skinned my knees as if on a meat grinder. Slid so I wouldn't hit my belly (that whole, maternal instinct thing?) and landed on my hands.

Lenny hopped out and helped me out of course, and I had a nice, bloody knee to go home and tend too. And to think, I shaved my legs so I could wear this damn dress I bought. I don't wear dresses... I hardly am seen in them. I struggled to shave my legs, which I can barely see due to my expanding waistline, wore a damn dress and what happened? I fell down and fucked up BOTH of my knees. Got skin, SKIN from my knee all over the inner hem of my dress, but got home, wiped down the knees and was pampered by nurse Lenny and a cup of hot tea.

How pathetic am I?

Show's me to try and dress nice. I was feeling good about my appearance today too. That hardly ever happens. Being pregnant has made me appreciate my body, for some strange reason, and start to like how I look. Now don't get me wrong, most days I awaken and believe I have morphed into a beached whale that is in desperate need of being blown up, but somedays, not many, I feel like I am actually appealing.

Whatever he sees in me, I will never know. Today, I tried to be the pretty lady, the one who was dressed up and looked nice for going out... and of course, as always, that backfired.

Boo.

Back to sweat pants and slippers for me!

Maybe in another few weeks I'll feel like that again. Confident. After that, I'll be huge, hot and miserable.

Vincent needs to hurry up and cook in there. This summer is going to be HORRID. Hot, sweaty fat pregnant lady.

CAN'T WAIT!

meh.

Bye.

CASEY