Breaktime
I've been enjoying my break so much that it's hard to find anything to talk about on LJ. This must be what it's like to be a normal person with, like, time to, like, do stuff.
Cleaning, moving, unpacking... the adventure continues. We have until Wednesday night, I guess, to get all of our shit moved and the old house cleaned in the event that a deposit awaits us... And that never happens. The closest I ever came to getting a deposit was when Eric took over our lease and he got to use our deposit instead of having to pay a new one. But we took really good care of the Kenton Street house so, you know, maybe?
I need to get on top of the remaining grad apps. There are three left, I believe: VTech, Irvine, and UK. Maybe Stony Brook... Can't remember. It's been a week or more since I've even thought about them. That's been kind of nice. Daniel is still convinced that we're moving to Stanford and, sadly, I'm falling for it. I've always been the type to get her hopes up believing that some kind of Willie Wonka & the Chocolate Factory fairy tale will come true. Never does. No matter how much you want something, it doesn't happen because you simply want it more than anyone else. So Daniel will say things like, "Are you going to bring that to Stanford?" and I have to roll my eyes... Now I'll be sure to be crushed. Thanks.
The rogue paycheck made its way to me. On a whim one morning I stopped by the WKU Post Office to find.... people actually working. I pleaded for my paycheck and they found it. Phew.
I've been playing Counter Strike: Source again. It's been so long that some of the new kids from the summer are already admins and tagholders. My tag got revoked since I stopped playing but I'm not worried. Even without a tag most of the cool admins I got to know while I was an admin recognize me and will vent camp with me or help me make 'cades against the zombie hordes. Fucking. Love. This. Game. More than that, I love the community. So much so that I think I'll go play now.
Damn, do I love breaktime.
Cleaning, moving, unpacking... the adventure continues. We have until Wednesday night, I guess, to get all of our shit moved and the old house cleaned in the event that a deposit awaits us... And that never happens. The closest I ever came to getting a deposit was when Eric took over our lease and he got to use our deposit instead of having to pay a new one. But we took really good care of the Kenton Street house so, you know, maybe?
I need to get on top of the remaining grad apps. There are three left, I believe: VTech, Irvine, and UK. Maybe Stony Brook... Can't remember. It's been a week or more since I've even thought about them. That's been kind of nice. Daniel is still convinced that we're moving to Stanford and, sadly, I'm falling for it. I've always been the type to get her hopes up believing that some kind of Willie Wonka & the Chocolate Factory fairy tale will come true. Never does. No matter how much you want something, it doesn't happen because you simply want it more than anyone else. So Daniel will say things like, "Are you going to bring that to Stanford?" and I have to roll my eyes... Now I'll be sure to be crushed. Thanks.
The rogue paycheck made its way to me. On a whim one morning I stopped by the WKU Post Office to find.... people actually working. I pleaded for my paycheck and they found it. Phew.
I've been playing Counter Strike: Source again. It's been so long that some of the new kids from the summer are already admins and tagholders. My tag got revoked since I stopped playing but I'm not worried. Even without a tag most of the cool admins I got to know while I was an admin recognize me and will vent camp with me or help me make 'cades against the zombie hordes. Fucking. Love. This. Game. More than that, I love the community. So much so that I think I'll go play now.
Damn, do I love breaktime.