graduate record examination, and some hot alternatives
so i made this "decision" to apply to phd programs in ethnic studies. i think i would really like to go live in san diego close to my family and the beach and study poc issues. i made the announcement, and have cornered myself in to at least doing the applications. this means, of course i have to take the gre, which means i am screwed, because i have no knowledge of basic arithmetic. to illustrate the extent to which i am not exaggerating, here is a list of things i never learned: multiplication tables, adding without my fingers, cross multiplication, long division. i was misled to believe you could use a calculator on the test but that was a blatant lie. furthermore, studying has only shown my how much my vocabulary has deteriorated since high school. stupid liberal arts made-up words. too bad they don't test on your ability to make up politicized words that end in -ization (eg: housewifization).
in other news, i went surfing on the outer banks with a friend a few weeks ago. i totally got my ass kicked but i have never been so pleased to see so many scars and tan lines on myself. we camped on the dunes, shared the (cold) showers with little green tree frogs and drank a lot of coronas. i am absolutely going back next spring and the thought of it has motivated me to start working out again. so i've been running and doing situps and it is so much easier with a goal in mind. i need to work on my arms though because paddling through whitewater (and getting smacked repeatedly) is where i used most of my energy.
and finally, the transformation of the bathroom is nearly complete. we got a new floor (no longer my nightmares of falling through), new toilet, new sink, painted everything, got some nice chic bins for two dollars at walmart and removed the glass heinously moldy shower door. yay for progress. now i just need a big ass fierce dog to protect me. oh and it's worth recording that someone, i think a crackhead, stole my new beautiful ceramic pots from in front of my house. it made me so sad, on so many levels.
in other news, i went surfing on the outer banks with a friend a few weeks ago. i totally got my ass kicked but i have never been so pleased to see so many scars and tan lines on myself. we camped on the dunes, shared the (cold) showers with little green tree frogs and drank a lot of coronas. i am absolutely going back next spring and the thought of it has motivated me to start working out again. so i've been running and doing situps and it is so much easier with a goal in mind. i need to work on my arms though because paddling through whitewater (and getting smacked repeatedly) is where i used most of my energy.
and finally, the transformation of the bathroom is nearly complete. we got a new floor (no longer my nightmares of falling through), new toilet, new sink, painted everything, got some nice chic bins for two dollars at walmart and removed the glass heinously moldy shower door. yay for progress. now i just need a big ass fierce dog to protect me. oh and it's worth recording that someone, i think a crackhead, stole my new beautiful ceramic pots from in front of my house. it made me so sad, on so many levels.