my so-called life
hey kids. been a while. just thought i'd catch y'all up since i'm generally so bad at keeping in touch.
things are good, started a little shaky (but what else is new), everything seems to be on track now. working on the thesis (which shall in the future be referred to solely as voldemort), i have a sweet opportunity to tutorial with dr. gilbert and get some hands on experience dealing with excavated materials. that's starting in earnest this week, so i'm pretty stoked about that. i just got a job at the ramvan so i'll have some money coming in now, also very exciting, for once i won't be constantly worrying about the size of my bank account.
orientation was a good time, i'm glad i did it. it seems like it was eons ago now even though it was just a month, barely. another lifetime. funny how relative time can be.
this is going to be a good year. it already is, i'm just getting more excited as time goes on.
frisbee is a little ... eh ... right now. i'm annoyed and not excited. the new girls are good, so it makes me want to make it good for them. but i'm super spent. super super spent dealing with people who don't show up and don't get info to me. it's just a pain in the ass. i'm never going to be in charge of a team ever again. i love being on it, i hate running it. moving on.
i guess that's kind of my life. i'm thinking about going down to the school of the americas protest this year, it's money though and i can't ask the people who just paid my way to go! west to pay my way to this protest. so i'm going to see if i can figure out others that i didn't ask for that one.
obviously i'm writing a paper right now. first one of the season. hard to get back into it. but i think i'll make it.
no men. as usual. although i've learned that if only we women could stop talking about puppies and soulmates on our first dates maybe we could keep a man. so that's out there for all of your edification. oh, and stop being so picky when you go out to eat. those are the secrets to all relationship issues.
okay, so creepy a little: i'm sitting in a room in the library, and i look over my shoulder just now and there's a priest looking in the window over my shoulder. certainly hope he was taking notes on the advice about men.
things are good, started a little shaky (but what else is new), everything seems to be on track now. working on the thesis (which shall in the future be referred to solely as voldemort), i have a sweet opportunity to tutorial with dr. gilbert and get some hands on experience dealing with excavated materials. that's starting in earnest this week, so i'm pretty stoked about that. i just got a job at the ramvan so i'll have some money coming in now, also very exciting, for once i won't be constantly worrying about the size of my bank account.
orientation was a good time, i'm glad i did it. it seems like it was eons ago now even though it was just a month, barely. another lifetime. funny how relative time can be.
this is going to be a good year. it already is, i'm just getting more excited as time goes on.
frisbee is a little ... eh ... right now. i'm annoyed and not excited. the new girls are good, so it makes me want to make it good for them. but i'm super spent. super super spent dealing with people who don't show up and don't get info to me. it's just a pain in the ass. i'm never going to be in charge of a team ever again. i love being on it, i hate running it. moving on.
i guess that's kind of my life. i'm thinking about going down to the school of the americas protest this year, it's money though and i can't ask the people who just paid my way to go! west to pay my way to this protest. so i'm going to see if i can figure out others that i didn't ask for that one.
obviously i'm writing a paper right now. first one of the season. hard to get back into it. but i think i'll make it.
no men. as usual. although i've learned that if only we women could stop talking about puppies and soulmates on our first dates maybe we could keep a man. so that's out there for all of your edification. oh, and stop being so picky when you go out to eat. those are the secrets to all relationship issues.
okay, so creepy a little: i'm sitting in a room in the library, and i look over my shoulder just now and there's a priest looking in the window over my shoulder. certainly hope he was taking notes on the advice about men.