Things are finally lining up for old Liz Lemon
I’ve gotten into 3/3 graduate classes at the School of Public Health, and I have high hopes for the fourth. If I get into that one, I’ll have a schedule of three grad classes and two undergrad classes, with one of the grad classes being a seminar.
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Spent the night at Jackie’s — we just talked and talked for hours lying on her couch. We talked about comedy, about classes, and about Conan. We talked about her running for drum major, and about my crew season. At some point something clicked that had become pretty obvious over the last four or five months of our increasingly-dating-like friendship: somehow when I was least concerned with looking for anyone, I’d found someone perfect. I turned and kissed her. She kissed me back. We weren’t talking anymore.
I immediately wanted to reblog this for the title alone and joke about how you think of yourself as ‘old Liz Lemon’, but that last paragraph is just too much for a big softie like me.
