(no subject)
I'm going camping up in the gorge this weekend and oh goodness, I can't wait. After living in a tent for much of last summer and nearly all of last fall, I'm absolutely CRAVING a night or two in the woods, regardless of how brief it might be. I don't care if it's raining in Oregon, don't care if I end up on a steep muddy trail and fall on my ass, I wouldn't even care if I had to go alone. I just want out there to try and reaquaint my life with fresh air and that feeling you get after a summer of hiking where you think you can run up any number of steep hills at rideculously fast speeds with a heavy backpack. I want that back.
This semester is moving along at super warp speed, or whatever Star Wars decide to call it when the stars blur and the space ship goes absurdly fast... only six more weeks of class and tis summertime again. I got an email from the old boss at the pool in Bellingham because I wrote and asked if I could pick up sub hours for a month before Africa, so looks like I'll be working as much as I want at ye ol' AHAC during May and June. Then it's graduation for the wee bro, road trip with the familia and off to the wild blue yonder yet again. I find it intensely exciting (and intense in general) that I'm about to fly halfway around the world to conduct scientific research.
I also can't believe that I finally reached the milestone where I can legally purchase beer, wine, liquor and the like. I can order a drink with dinner, I can go into a bar and I can purchase a bottle of wine at the local snobby grocery store that I love so dearly. So amazing.
Other than that, time to go rock some homework, make something fabulous for dinner and work on that darned campaign. The picture of the pope (deceased one) on my desk calendar imported straight from the Vatican is pretty hot for March. He's looking pensive.
As always, life proves itself to be inherently good time and time again, despite occasional very legitimate evidence to the contrary.
This semester is moving along at super warp speed, or whatever Star Wars decide to call it when the stars blur and the space ship goes absurdly fast... only six more weeks of class and tis summertime again. I got an email from the old boss at the pool in Bellingham because I wrote and asked if I could pick up sub hours for a month before Africa, so looks like I'll be working as much as I want at ye ol' AHAC during May and June. Then it's graduation for the wee bro, road trip with the familia and off to the wild blue yonder yet again. I find it intensely exciting (and intense in general) that I'm about to fly halfway around the world to conduct scientific research.
I also can't believe that I finally reached the milestone where I can legally purchase beer, wine, liquor and the like. I can order a drink with dinner, I can go into a bar and I can purchase a bottle of wine at the local snobby grocery store that I love so dearly. So amazing.
Other than that, time to go rock some homework, make something fabulous for dinner and work on that darned campaign. The picture of the pope (deceased one) on my desk calendar imported straight from the Vatican is pretty hot for March. He's looking pensive.
As always, life proves itself to be inherently good time and time again, despite occasional very legitimate evidence to the contrary.