Long post about life.

I miss Lauren. And while I think she absolutely made the right decision and think she will be very happy in Wilmington, I really just want to go start a riot at Dreamworks. I'll visit you though Lo!

So, I've been doing this whole working / adult thing, which was all great until I realized that my health insurance ends at the end of August. This realization along with watching the movie Sicko (everyone should go see it!) made me start to panic. Obviously no insurance company is going to cover "that girl who had a stroke at the ripe age of 19" cause they want to make bank off your insurance policy, not pay up for your month and a half hospital stay. And Stanford, in its continuing effort to take as much money from me as possible, wants to keep me on the marketing team (it was supposed to be temporary until October) like permanently. BUT, they "can't" make me a permanent employee until September 2008 at the earliest. Translation: "one of the biggest costs to us is providing benefits to our employees, so stay, but don't expect us to compensate you." That's a big no. Which I haven't told my boss yet because I need the job until I line something else up. In the meantime, Christina is going to put me on her health insurance plan like the loving girlfriend that she is, and I am looking for a new job, which was the original plan anyway and am going to start studying for the LSAT soonish. You heard right my friends. Law school is back in the picture. But I won't be one of those corporate lawyers making money for the man. I promise. I want to help poor people and children and all the other people who don't count in America.

Ah America. Seriously guys, see Sicko. I cried through half of it, but mostly it just made me really angry. All these other countries are much more civilized than America regardless of what we're supposed to believe. I actually really missed England. Ok, I will temporarily step off my soap box now.

The other thing that has been consuming my life as of late is:
HARRY POTTER. The movie was awesome. I wore a witch's hat and felt no shame. I was one of the only ones in costume though. On opening night too. Pretty lame people. This Friday / Saturday at midnight I will be welcoming the final book, in costume again. I want to read it immediately, but I am not ready for it to be over. Perhaps I sound a tad too dramatic to be talking about Harry Potter, but in all seriousness, it will be pretty sad when I'm all done reading.

I really miss my nephews and hope I can make time to go see them soon. Tyson is getting funnier and more adorable as time goes on. He is going into 4th grade next month, and Homestead is doing a backpack drive in which Christina volunteered to buy school supplies for a boy somewhere in the grade range of 2-5, so she asked me to get some advice from Tyson. I call him up and tell him what's up, and his response is: "if he is going to be in 4th grade, don't get the backpacks with cartoons on them. 4th graders don't do that." Wow, since when did 4th graders become too cool for cartoons? We all know that I would happily sport a Batman backpack at the "mature" age of 21. And he mailed me a letter a couple of weeks ago asking me if I knew about Asian rhinos. He included print outs from the internet with information about them in case I didn't. Really, how cute is that?

There isn't too much else going on with me. I am looking forward to the dish re-opening, and I hope Nicole Richie isn't actually pregnant.