very briefly mentioned spent an entire post whining about how I was taking the GRE. Well I did it! It’s over and done, and hopefully my scores get me into grad school and I’ll never have to take it again. I don’t know how many of you guys have taken the GRE before, but during “registration” you are seriously treated like a terrorist in an airport. Metal detectors, thorough pat downs, being forced to stow away your belongings and basically sign away all of your rights. It’s a bit intense. I chose to wear a beret, not to be stylish but because I also chose not to shower yesterday morning…and my roots have needed a touch up for a month now. Turns out, I made the wrong choice because Ms.GRE-Security-Extraordinaire gave me the full security pat down (including metal detector and turning all of my pockets inside out) before she told me I needed to remove my hat and start the entire process over again. Wait…what? It was as if by removing my magical beret all of my flying sheets of test answers would zip back into my boots or something. But what was I supposed to do? There are cameras covering every inch of the test center so of course I complied.
She also must have asked me where my cell phone was stowed at least five times. I knew she was just waiting to trip me up and so I would admit my cell phone was secretly in my pocket and not in the locker. Well guess what GRE Security, my cell phone really was in my locker but they still almost tripped me up because I was so nervous.
Since the whole experience was so devastatingly traumatizing I decided to use the evening for Christmas shopping purposes. I absolutely love Christmas shopping downtown, it’s my perfect definition of festive happiness. Last year I would shop downtown all the time, maybe a little too often, because I could literally walk to all of the prime downtown Seattle shopping. However, since I didn’t like being harassed by drug dealers and solicited like I was a prostitute, oh and chased into my parking garage by a homeless man pounding on my car…I decided to move to a safer (but less central) neighborhood, hence, no more shopping downtown unless I want to pay for parking…which I don’t.
Except yesterday I did…want to pay for parking that is. Because I needed to finish off my Christmas shopping, and strolling down fifth avenue adorned with Christmas lights and trees is much more pleasant than a crowded stuffy mall. Well, I finished off my Christmas shopping with the exception of one person…My Dad. Does anyone else have the most difficult time picking out gifts for their father? Mine is nearly impossible and I HATE HATE HATE buying gift cards (even though I certainly don’t mind receiving them).
After a delicious mexican enchilada dinner, I made the mistake of strolling into Kate Spade. I’ve been needing a new phone case and I thought “oh why not take a look, you’ve had a long arduous day Jordyn, you deserve a little happiness“, and yes, I really am that dramatic in my own mind. So I walked out with a new phone case…and an adorable peony pink little purse. It was on SUPER SUPER sale so I really don’t think I could have afforded not to buy it…right?!
Okay fine, I was bad, and it was an impulse buy. But in all fairness I have totally controlled my shopping addiction since like…August, so I really did deserve a little treat…for all of my hard work (and it’s seriously SO perfect, could you resist?!).
Do you reward yourself for good grades/a promotion at work/completing a goal/etc?
I’m SO happy it’s Thursday! I’m seeing the Nutcracker tonight!