You guys, you guys, you guys!!! Guess what I get to do today?! If you guessed sit in a cubicle and stare at a computer screen for four and a half hours you just might be correct! No, I didn’t just get an office job, I’m actually paying to sit in a cubicle so “the man” can test me on general reasoning. Well, in hindsight I can now see that anyone willing to pay $185 to take such a miserable exam in the first place should probably be docked a few points in the General Reasoning category. Well played GRE, well played.
There’s nothing more dreadful than a four and a half hour standardized test just after finals week. I’m currently kicking myself for scheduling that one…just kidding I’m actually laying in bed eating a half baked chocolate chip cookie with a spoon and watching Eloise at Christmastime. And feeling bad for myself, you certainly can’t forget about the feeling bad for myself part. On the other hand, it doesn’t get much better than dipping your half baked ooey gooey chocolate chip cookie into vanilla almond milk while sipping champagne and watching a sassy six year old play match maker.
I can only hope my future six year old daughter, Serafina, will be as sassy and fashionable as Eloise. I also hope Julie Andrews is our live in nanny. I also hope Serafina and I can solve Plaza hotel mysteries together, like which skeezy men are lying about being Harvard alumni and are just trying to marry poor innocent rich girls for their money. Just imagine how interesting my Mother-Daughter blog would be then.
Oh…what’s the sound…ah yes, it’s real life knocking at the door. It is quite possible that by the time you read this post, I will be in a cubicle staring at a computer screen with proctors watching me behind one of those double sided mirrors…creepy. If Eloise were in this situation I’m sure she would find a clever way to get out of it but then again, a spoiled rich child living in the Plaza Hotel really has no need for a grad school admission test I suppose. Even though I’ve never been the spoiled daughter of a socialite, I know I’d be just darling at it.
On the bright side, after today I can completely and 100% enter Winter break mode which should be loosely interpreted as “Let the Wild Rumpus Start”, which then should be understood to mean I’m hosting a dinner party friday and I’m planning on starting a book club for the new year and I’m recruiting members.
Is it weird that I take social cues about what is and isn’t cool to do from the families I nanny for? Is it wrong that I have girl crushes on the Moms from both families? Because personally, I think it’s a whole lot better than if I had a crush on any of the Dads, that just seems downright unprofessional.
What should you take away from this post, which even I can see is ultimately a bunch of nonsense…
1. Wish me luck on the GRE, my whole future is at stake for GODSSAKE!
2. Please send me ideas on what to prepare for my fancy Christmas Dinner Soiree on Friday. The requirements are it must be delectable, it must be vegetarian and obviously it must be fancy.
3. If you have any Christmas spirit at all please go watch Eloise at Christmastime, it is positively divine and I wish I could watch it again right now.