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Ah, where to start? My family came to visit this weekend. There were ups and downs, definitely. The downs included Friday night when my dad had a meltdown and left the restaurant before we got our food, leaving us to have to call a taxi...We think he may have failed to take his thyroid medicine. And most of the ups were honestly when my parents weren't around. On a brief diversion, this weekend made me really realize why I have so much trouble with men. I'm really not a fan of blaming other people for my problems and shortcomings, but for the first 15 years of my life or so, my dad suffered from underactive thyroid, which caused him to essentially be constantly moody and angry. Being the overly sensitive person that I am, I was pretty bothered by this and often felt like I lived in a minefield. And since then, I've had a hard time relating to my dad. And I think this has made it a lot more difficult for me to relate to men. Awesome.
Anyways, this weekend was a good weekend for going out, which made for a nice coincidence that my sister was here. Friday night was toga party, which ended up being a really good random mix of people. There were somehow disproportionately large populations of both poli sci phds and German-speaking people. Weird. And Saturday night we played pool (which I somehow ended up winning two games... also weird). And then we joined Julie and others at the Crazy Horse. And since The Boy I Like for No God-damned Reason was there and I had too many encouraging influences, the game of the night was: how can I manage to situate myself so I can actually have a conversation with him? And we talked a bit, but I failed to ask him out. Ah well, spring break is upon us anyways. And post-break I'm going to see a show with him and Julie, where I'll make my move. But yes, it was good to have some fun with my sister before her impending move to Korea, where she is going to teach English for maybe a year. I think we may have finally come to the part where we don't live on the same continent, maybe for years. I'm a little sad about it, but happy for her.
But yes, speaking of spring break, I will be in NJ/NYC with none other than Ms. Johannabooty in 4 days! I'm stoked about it. And because I think I subconsciously really wanted to get out of here and have a vacation, I booked my trip for 9 days. We can cause a lot of trouble in 9 days. I'm not sure that NYC is ready for us.
On a sidenote, I have just been offered my first interview, with Clean Water Action in East Lansing. This is both encouraging and troubling. Because I've interned with CWA a few years ago and still have a pretty good relationship with someone that I think they would like to stay in the good graces of (my friend Sarah Roberts), I think there is an incredibly good chance I will get offered the position. I seriously got an email back asking for an interview hours after I applied, on Sunday evening. Seriously. All I can say is that it pays to know the right people. Although this looks like a sweet job, working for a good organization and actually doing policy analysis (and about Great Lakes issues too!), I have to admit I am less than excited about the prospect of living in East Lansing. It would be fun to live near Chelsea, but really she's about the only person I know that lives there. And it would be good to live near my parents, too. But living in big, shiny (compared to EL) DC with Johanna is a lot more appealing to me than EL. And my guess is, most of my applications in DC won't even be processed by the time I hear back about the CWA job. Decisions, decisions.
Anyways, this weekend was a good weekend for going out, which made for a nice coincidence that my sister was here. Friday night was toga party, which ended up being a really good random mix of people. There were somehow disproportionately large populations of both poli sci phds and German-speaking people. Weird. And Saturday night we played pool (which I somehow ended up winning two games... also weird). And then we joined Julie and others at the Crazy Horse. And since The Boy I Like for No God-damned Reason was there and I had too many encouraging influences, the game of the night was: how can I manage to situate myself so I can actually have a conversation with him? And we talked a bit, but I failed to ask him out. Ah well, spring break is upon us anyways. And post-break I'm going to see a show with him and Julie, where I'll make my move. But yes, it was good to have some fun with my sister before her impending move to Korea, where she is going to teach English for maybe a year. I think we may have finally come to the part where we don't live on the same continent, maybe for years. I'm a little sad about it, but happy for her.
But yes, speaking of spring break, I will be in NJ/NYC with none other than Ms. Johannabooty in 4 days! I'm stoked about it. And because I think I subconsciously really wanted to get out of here and have a vacation, I booked my trip for 9 days. We can cause a lot of trouble in 9 days. I'm not sure that NYC is ready for us.
On a sidenote, I have just been offered my first interview, with Clean Water Action in East Lansing. This is both encouraging and troubling. Because I've interned with CWA a few years ago and still have a pretty good relationship with someone that I think they would like to stay in the good graces of (my friend Sarah Roberts), I think there is an incredibly good chance I will get offered the position. I seriously got an email back asking for an interview hours after I applied, on Sunday evening. Seriously. All I can say is that it pays to know the right people. Although this looks like a sweet job, working for a good organization and actually doing policy analysis (and about Great Lakes issues too!), I have to admit I am less than excited about the prospect of living in East Lansing. It would be fun to live near Chelsea, but really she's about the only person I know that lives there. And it would be good to live near my parents, too. But living in big, shiny (compared to EL) DC with Johanna is a lot more appealing to me than EL. And my guess is, most of my applications in DC won't even be processed by the time I hear back about the CWA job. Decisions, decisions.