I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
After I graduate college, I'm building myself a cabin in Alaska so far from civilization that the only person I see is the pilot who flies in a few groceries each week. At least, that's what I may start telling people, because I really cannot handle the way everyone and their brother keeps asking me what my plans are. I don't know, people! If I did have some kind of employment or plan or even inkling, I'd be proud enough to tell you, believe you me. I love how I've gotten so touchy about The Question that it literally makes my teeth grind whenever someone pulls it out, especially if it's a fellow student, because in my head it's against the rules to ask that unless you're old enough or clueless enough to not know how stressful that question is.
Speaking of which, this rant is mostly due to spending a lot of time with relatives over break. I love my family, and they are amazing, supportive, loving people, but on the whole they're also insane. I spent most of Easter dinner either ready to die of mortification or stifling hysterical laughter. My grandmother told the table that Catholic funerals are far superior to Lutheran ones, chiefly because Catholics provide better food afterwards. My grandfather told fart jokes, my other grandfather explained how to commit the perfect murder (which made his wife a little worried), and everyone had a bit too much wine. This doesn't even come near one dinner, however, when my 80-year-old great uncle told the entire table that "it's not who you know, it's who you blow," and all of my relatives nodded solemnly in agreement and kept eating.
Anyway, it was a good thing I got out of town for a bit. New York City was nice, and even though the weather was crap (the snow followed me, apparently) I had a good time wandering around and sight-seeing. I'm from a small town, so I have to consciously remember how to behave differently in big cities - everything from keeping track of my purse to not expecting everyone to know me or say hello. It's sad, too, but I totally have the Midwestern expectation that all East Coast people are blunt and rude, so I'm always (unfairly) surprised to meet nice people. The only downside was travel - my flights were delayed because of weather, one six hours and another two hours out on the runway. I also had to run down twenty-four flights of stairs (with my luggage) when the hotel's elevators decided not to work, which was not fun.
And I wrote fic yesterday that completely baffled me. Like, totally out of left field, something I never thought I'd write, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. The idea had been floating around in my head for a few days, but it suddenly demanded to be written, and I plotted it out during a class discussion on incest, which is weirdly appropriate. I'll probably post it in the next few days, but I need to think about it a bit more first.
And the weather is finally shaping up, so I think I'll go for a run now. It snowed all day Tuesday and Wednesday, but today we've finally got a bit of sun and temps in the 50's, which feels like summer. Hopefully it keeps warming up, or my friend's outdoor wedding next week will be less than pleasant.
Speaking of which, this rant is mostly due to spending a lot of time with relatives over break. I love my family, and they are amazing, supportive, loving people, but on the whole they're also insane. I spent most of Easter dinner either ready to die of mortification or stifling hysterical laughter. My grandmother told the table that Catholic funerals are far superior to Lutheran ones, chiefly because Catholics provide better food afterwards. My grandfather told fart jokes, my other grandfather explained how to commit the perfect murder (which made his wife a little worried), and everyone had a bit too much wine. This doesn't even come near one dinner, however, when my 80-year-old great uncle told the entire table that "it's not who you know, it's who you blow," and all of my relatives nodded solemnly in agreement and kept eating.
Anyway, it was a good thing I got out of town for a bit. New York City was nice, and even though the weather was crap (the snow followed me, apparently) I had a good time wandering around and sight-seeing. I'm from a small town, so I have to consciously remember how to behave differently in big cities - everything from keeping track of my purse to not expecting everyone to know me or say hello. It's sad, too, but I totally have the Midwestern expectation that all East Coast people are blunt and rude, so I'm always (unfairly) surprised to meet nice people. The only downside was travel - my flights were delayed because of weather, one six hours and another two hours out on the runway. I also had to run down twenty-four flights of stairs (with my luggage) when the hotel's elevators decided not to work, which was not fun.
And I wrote fic yesterday that completely baffled me. Like, totally out of left field, something I never thought I'd write, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. The idea had been floating around in my head for a few days, but it suddenly demanded to be written, and I plotted it out during a class discussion on incest, which is weirdly appropriate. I'll probably post it in the next few days, but I need to think about it a bit more first.
And the weather is finally shaping up, so I think I'll go for a run now. It snowed all day Tuesday and Wednesday, but today we've finally got a bit of sun and temps in the 50's, which feels like summer. Hopefully it keeps warming up, or my friend's outdoor wedding next week will be less than pleasant.