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My house is covered in boxes and clothes and flatware and books and music and pillows. How the HELL did I accumulate this much junk at school?!?!? I have no idea how I fit it all into that tiny room. Next year, I resolve to only bring what I absolutely need. *ahem* Yeah, that will happen. Maybe once I do my yearly spring cleaning, I will be able to donate or throw out most of my erroneous belongings, like the five extra pairs of pants that I brought to school but did not wear even once. It's amazing how big of a pack rat I am.
On a happier note, I bought a new tire today to replace the one that exploded on I-80 on Sunday. Did you know that it costs over $70 for one freaking tire? Jeez. Daddy and I worked out a slave labor plan... I work on installing our patio, he pays for my tire. Eight bucks an hour for ten hours. What a dolt... I was planning on helping out anyway. But who am I to protest an almost free tire? A cheapskate, that's who. I will need to save all the money I can if I'm going to be able to afford a laptop and still manage to get through the next school year with paying for gas, my cell phone, and other miscellaneous charges. P.S. If anyone is taking Cultural Anthropology with Dr. Jacobson next semester, I have books!
Speaking of Dr. Jacobson, she sent me a lovely e-mail today telling me how well I did on my final. The short answer question asked what was our favorite ethnography that we read and how it would impact our lives after this class. I wrote about gender issues and sexuality in hopes that I would score pity points because the essays that followed were the worse essays I had ever written. Seriously, I could not make a single connection between any of the texts that we read. (This is what one hour of sleep does to me.) I then proceeded to blame Christianity for the gender and race issues that confront Westerners. Of course, it wasn't until the last sentence or two that I actually made a substantial point. *sigh* Oh well. Maybe I will get an A in that class after all. I hope. I really adore anthropology and Dr. Jacobson.
My jury didn't go as badly as I had thought judging by the evaluation forms I received from the faculty. With the exception of the lack of control of my inside mallets, all of the comments were positive. I did, however, hear snickering when I straddled the timpani in a skirt to tune the 32' and the 26' simultaneously. But you will have these things. Lesson: wear pants or a long skirt for my recital.
I slept for seventeen hours last night. Yes, you read that correctly. SEVENTEEN hours. Apparently, laying down for a nap includes that night's sleep and then some. I start work at FRG tomorrow, so this will no longer be a possibility for me. Alas, sleeping an obscene amount was lovely while it lasted.
Good afternoon! Fundamental Research Group. This is Katie. How may I help you? ... One moment please. ... John, so and so is on line 1. Sure, I'll make you coffee. Another honey-do? Anytime!
(Believe it or not, I am actually *extremely* happy about going back to work. FRG is the way to be! Be prepared for copious amounts of updates from my desk.)
And for one more random tidbit, I actually have plans for the weekend! Yes, Katie Coyle, queen of the "plan no social event until that very minute", actually made plans a whole five days in advanced! Choqué!!! Mallery is spending the night on Saturday. :o) Je suis très excitée. Until then, I will be unpacking and cleaning like it's my job because, wow, my house just exploded.
Okay, it's time to sleep. My body is not used to such an early hour! Best wishes for a good tomorrow to everyone!
There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret or
Life is yours to miss
No other road no other way
No day but today
On a happier note, I bought a new tire today to replace the one that exploded on I-80 on Sunday. Did you know that it costs over $70 for one freaking tire? Jeez. Daddy and I worked out a slave labor plan... I work on installing our patio, he pays for my tire. Eight bucks an hour for ten hours. What a dolt... I was planning on helping out anyway. But who am I to protest an almost free tire? A cheapskate, that's who. I will need to save all the money I can if I'm going to be able to afford a laptop and still manage to get through the next school year with paying for gas, my cell phone, and other miscellaneous charges. P.S. If anyone is taking Cultural Anthropology with Dr. Jacobson next semester, I have books!
Speaking of Dr. Jacobson, she sent me a lovely e-mail today telling me how well I did on my final. The short answer question asked what was our favorite ethnography that we read and how it would impact our lives after this class. I wrote about gender issues and sexuality in hopes that I would score pity points because the essays that followed were the worse essays I had ever written. Seriously, I could not make a single connection between any of the texts that we read. (This is what one hour of sleep does to me.) I then proceeded to blame Christianity for the gender and race issues that confront Westerners. Of course, it wasn't until the last sentence or two that I actually made a substantial point. *sigh* Oh well. Maybe I will get an A in that class after all. I hope. I really adore anthropology and Dr. Jacobson.
My jury didn't go as badly as I had thought judging by the evaluation forms I received from the faculty. With the exception of the lack of control of my inside mallets, all of the comments were positive. I did, however, hear snickering when I straddled the timpani in a skirt to tune the 32' and the 26' simultaneously. But you will have these things. Lesson: wear pants or a long skirt for my recital.
I slept for seventeen hours last night. Yes, you read that correctly. SEVENTEEN hours. Apparently, laying down for a nap includes that night's sleep and then some. I start work at FRG tomorrow, so this will no longer be a possibility for me. Alas, sleeping an obscene amount was lovely while it lasted.
Good afternoon! Fundamental Research Group. This is Katie. How may I help you? ... One moment please. ... John, so and so is on line 1. Sure, I'll make you coffee. Another honey-do? Anytime!
(Believe it or not, I am actually *extremely* happy about going back to work. FRG is the way to be! Be prepared for copious amounts of updates from my desk.)
And for one more random tidbit, I actually have plans for the weekend! Yes, Katie Coyle, queen of the "plan no social event until that very minute", actually made plans a whole five days in advanced! Choqué!!! Mallery is spending the night on Saturday. :o) Je suis très excitée. Until then, I will be unpacking and cleaning like it's my job because, wow, my house just exploded.
Okay, it's time to sleep. My body is not used to such an early hour! Best wishes for a good tomorrow to everyone!
There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret or
Life is yours to miss
No other road no other way
No day but today