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Finals week is fast approaching so I have to make this entry short. I spoke with V. yesterday, for the first time since March, really. I scared the living beejesusu out of him by calling him up on Skype (which shows up as "Unknown" on a regular cell phone) and then proceeding to have the following conversation with him:
Me: "Hello, can I please speak to Mr. V. G.?"
V.: "Speaking"
Me: "Hello, Mr. G. I am calling from your local post office. We have a box for you here - it appears to be your testicles."
V.: "What?"
Me: "Your testicles, sir. Can you please tell us when you'll be able to come by to pick them up?"
V.: "...., what?"
At that point, he should have realized who it was - if only from the fact that I called him by his full name (which no one ever does) and also referred to his testicles, all in the same breath. When he finally recognized me, we had a nice, nostalgic laugh about it.
That's something I can never do here, at graduate school, where everything and everyone is so very, very serious. Testicles, vaginas, penises are not allowed on the premises. They don't exist and god forbid one refers to them in one's conversation. I have a friend here who cringes and giggles nervously every time I say "penis". In that sense, it as a relief to speak to V. (and later on in the night, to J.) - they understand that my childishness is allowable and that it shouldn't detract from their opinion of my intelligence. In fact, my friends from NY are more likely to goad on my juvenile behavior than they are to condemn it.
That's one of the reasons why I love them so.
Thinking about my friends this morning, it saddened me how very far we are from one another and that, at times, it becomes difficult to keep track of them. Has D. moved from NYC to Washington yet? Where is G. now that he has finished his degree? Where exactly is B.'s law school again? In an effort to organize them all (and with the arrival of my new old Mac last week (thank you for the gift, J.), I seem to have gotten into a habit of organizing everything), I've plotted my friends onto a map. I couldn't possibly fill all of you in and therefore request that anyone not on the list add themselves to it:
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Me: "Hello, can I please speak to Mr. V. G.?"
V.: "Speaking"
Me: "Hello, Mr. G. I am calling from your local post office. We have a box for you here - it appears to be your testicles."
V.: "What?"
Me: "Your testicles, sir. Can you please tell us when you'll be able to come by to pick them up?"
V.: "...., what?"
At that point, he should have realized who it was - if only from the fact that I called him by his full name (which no one ever does) and also referred to his testicles, all in the same breath. When he finally recognized me, we had a nice, nostalgic laugh about it.
That's something I can never do here, at graduate school, where everything and everyone is so very, very serious. Testicles, vaginas, penises are not allowed on the premises. They don't exist and god forbid one refers to them in one's conversation. I have a friend here who cringes and giggles nervously every time I say "penis". In that sense, it as a relief to speak to V. (and later on in the night, to J.) - they understand that my childishness is allowable and that it shouldn't detract from their opinion of my intelligence. In fact, my friends from NY are more likely to goad on my juvenile behavior than they are to condemn it.
That's one of the reasons why I love them so.
Thinking about my friends this morning, it saddened me how very far we are from one another and that, at times, it becomes difficult to keep track of them. Has D. moved from NYC to Washington yet? Where is G. now that he has finished his degree? Where exactly is B.'s law school again? In an effort to organize them all (and with the arrival of my new old Mac last week (thank you for the gift, J.), I seem to have gotten into a habit of organizing everything), I've plotted my friends onto a map. I couldn't possibly fill all of you in and therefore request that anyone not on the list add themselves to it:
Get Your Frappr GuestMap!
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Goodbye for now, my pumpkins.