for your consideration
I'm considering transfering this blog to blogspot.
Pros:
- Blogspot is a little more respectable. in my head.
- I like the formatting of Blogspot a lot more than livejournal
- I've have this livejournal since early high school. It's time to move on.
- Fresh start for...a fresh life. Which would indicate that this move should be made if and when I am accepted and enter into graduate school.
Cons:
- Most of my friends are on livejournal. I would still read livejournal and I suspect my friends wouldn't take the time to individually read my blogspot, when it's so easy to read things as they show up on your friends site. And basically I keep a livejournal to keep in touch with my dear pals.
- I don't have a cool enough blog name yet to attach to a prospective Blogspot blog. Blog.
Hmmm.
In the week before I go home from short-term adventures, I often feel immobile. I do not want to leave the house, I do not want to see people, I only want to pack and prepare myself for the abrupt transition I am about to make. Such is it this week, but I have plans almost every day. Today I am going to the piercing place to get my nose ring switched back to my old one. And I am going to Barnes and Nobles to buy a present for Kelsey. Tomorrow I am maybe seeing Golden Compass. Wednesday, Capitals game; Thursday, Jennie's birthday dinner; Friday, dinner with Ifi and Kendra. Leave early morning Saturday. Come hommmme!! Re-commence desire to be social.
Oh yes, and Yale was lovely. Just lovely, I do so hope I get in. I met people I felt like I could be friends with, the teachers were all doing really interesting research, and when I talked about my proposed research, I was welcomed with support instead of skepticism.
I got snowed in on Friday night (my flight was cancelled) and after the requisite breakdown, I had an inspiring and heartwarming double-encounter with a taxi-cab driver who told me that there should be more people like me in the world, I had changed his day and life (apparently, who knew), and that I had a stunning effect on people, that is, I make everyone around me happy. He also told me I was the chosen one. And that he'd forgotten Oregon was a state. And that he'd never met a gay person before in his life. So, I take it all with a grain of salt but even if he was overly enthusiastic, I was still very happy. He also gave me a highly discounted cab fare and offered to take me to Starbucks after my flight was delayed, if I needed a pick-me-up. I spent the evening with Andrew; we went to his roommate's dance performance which was highly enjoyable and I tagged along on his date, a Greg Barton look-exactly-alike (it was a group thing, but I was enlisted as an observer), after which we took a walk and analyzed his new boy. All in all it turned out alright despite the inconvenience and I think crying in front of the flight agent made him not charge me the change fee. When it comes to flying, if anything goes not according to itinerary, I cry without fail. Usually for a minute or so. I just get so nervous to fly (I hate to fly) that I console myself by memorizing itineraries, flight numbers, times, confirmation numbers, airport floor plans, etc. And when something throws that out of sorts, I panic. A lot.
Alright, back to work I suppose.
Fiiiive.
Pros:
- Blogspot is a little more respectable. in my head.
- I like the formatting of Blogspot a lot more than livejournal
- I've have this livejournal since early high school. It's time to move on.
- Fresh start for...a fresh life. Which would indicate that this move should be made if and when I am accepted and enter into graduate school.
Cons:
- Most of my friends are on livejournal. I would still read livejournal and I suspect my friends wouldn't take the time to individually read my blogspot, when it's so easy to read things as they show up on your friends site. And basically I keep a livejournal to keep in touch with my dear pals.
- I don't have a cool enough blog name yet to attach to a prospective Blogspot blog. Blog.
Hmmm.
In the week before I go home from short-term adventures, I often feel immobile. I do not want to leave the house, I do not want to see people, I only want to pack and prepare myself for the abrupt transition I am about to make. Such is it this week, but I have plans almost every day. Today I am going to the piercing place to get my nose ring switched back to my old one. And I am going to Barnes and Nobles to buy a present for Kelsey. Tomorrow I am maybe seeing Golden Compass. Wednesday, Capitals game; Thursday, Jennie's birthday dinner; Friday, dinner with Ifi and Kendra. Leave early morning Saturday. Come hommmme!! Re-commence desire to be social.
Oh yes, and Yale was lovely. Just lovely, I do so hope I get in. I met people I felt like I could be friends with, the teachers were all doing really interesting research, and when I talked about my proposed research, I was welcomed with support instead of skepticism.
I got snowed in on Friday night (my flight was cancelled) and after the requisite breakdown, I had an inspiring and heartwarming double-encounter with a taxi-cab driver who told me that there should be more people like me in the world, I had changed his day and life (apparently, who knew), and that I had a stunning effect on people, that is, I make everyone around me happy. He also told me I was the chosen one. And that he'd forgotten Oregon was a state. And that he'd never met a gay person before in his life. So, I take it all with a grain of salt but even if he was overly enthusiastic, I was still very happy. He also gave me a highly discounted cab fare and offered to take me to Starbucks after my flight was delayed, if I needed a pick-me-up. I spent the evening with Andrew; we went to his roommate's dance performance which was highly enjoyable and I tagged along on his date, a Greg Barton look-exactly-alike (it was a group thing, but I was enlisted as an observer), after which we took a walk and analyzed his new boy. All in all it turned out alright despite the inconvenience and I think crying in front of the flight agent made him not charge me the change fee. When it comes to flying, if anything goes not according to itinerary, I cry without fail. Usually for a minute or so. I just get so nervous to fly (I hate to fly) that I console myself by memorizing itineraries, flight numbers, times, confirmation numbers, airport floor plans, etc. And when something throws that out of sorts, I panic. A lot.
Alright, back to work I suppose.
Fiiiive.