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Alas, Melody is gone to Florida with Jen, and I won't be seeing either of them for 3-4 months. It was odd last night, not having to leave the window open for the kitty, and this morning, not hearing her railing for food or petting or trying to weasel into my closet. It wasn't empty-nest syndrome, but there was a definite sense of 'Bummer, my roomie's gone.' At least we don't have to worry anymore about her getting caught and us getting smacked with a $200 fine.
Last night I played chess with Andrew at Blackbird. I mucho losto. I had a few moments of strategic success, but yeah... And we chatted with Courtney for a while. I want at least one room of my future house/apartment to feel like Blackbird. And smell like Blackbird. Mmm. Frothy java-ness.
Verizon's apparently not sending my deposit back... they're applying it to my charge balance instead. Which on one hand means I won't have to pay a single bill for 7 or 8 months; but on the other hand means I won't get a nice lump sum with which to buy a digital camera. Peh, in the immortal and disgruntled defamatory word[s] of Andrew.
The Jones building and steam plant are on the tentative agenda for a few weeks from now. In the meantime Andrew and I might explore the abandoned church on 49. And maybe we'll get some nifty gear before the next CSH trip... I'm fantasizing about us scaling the walls of Jones with grappling hooks. Hehehe. Maybe get some suction-cup gloves. Or spidey web. Mwahahahahaha!!!!!
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*ahem*
So far I'm liking the student worker job in the English department. I'm getting to know some profs before I even have them... like Susan Cumings and Lauren Faulkenberry, who I'll probably have for Writing About Literature and Poetry Workshop, respectively. And Dr. Melancon gives me candy for typing student e-mail addresses into her computer! It's not even like I'm doing anything important. And it's handy for keeping pseudo in-touch with professors I already know, like Spike and Dr. Cox. And when there's nothing to do, which is 65% of the time, I do homework. I almost feel guilty for getting paid to do my homework and occasionally run copies... but not quite. Hehe.
Sometime soon I'm hauling Andrew with me and whoever else to Little Tokyo for the HIBACHI EXPERIENCE. Can you tell I'm impressed by their cooks-- no, no-- their performance chefs? HIBACHI EXPERIENCE. Egg acrobatics, bizarre rice stunts, constant (and amusing) dialogue. It's even more awesome than The Melting Pot, and cheaper. Me rikey Japanese.
Hopefully tonight and tomorrow I'll get my h/w for Monday and Tuesday done. So far it hasn't quite happened that I finish evvvvverything before Sunday. Or Monday. Or 30 minutes before the relevant class. But this time maybe. Besides, I have to generate a 7-page short story for Tuesday's fiction workshop. Booooooo.
Last night I played chess with Andrew at Blackbird. I mucho losto. I had a few moments of strategic success, but yeah... And we chatted with Courtney for a while. I want at least one room of my future house/apartment to feel like Blackbird. And smell like Blackbird. Mmm. Frothy java-ness.
Verizon's apparently not sending my deposit back... they're applying it to my charge balance instead. Which on one hand means I won't have to pay a single bill for 7 or 8 months; but on the other hand means I won't get a nice lump sum with which to buy a digital camera. Peh, in the immortal and disgruntled defamatory word[s] of Andrew.
The Jones building and steam plant are on the tentative agenda for a few weeks from now. In the meantime Andrew and I might explore the abandoned church on 49. And maybe we'll get some nifty gear before the next CSH trip... I'm fantasizing about us scaling the walls of Jones with grappling hooks. Hehehe. Maybe get some suction-cup gloves. Or spidey web. Mwahahahahaha!!!!!
...
*ahem*
So far I'm liking the student worker job in the English department. I'm getting to know some profs before I even have them... like Susan Cumings and Lauren Faulkenberry, who I'll probably have for Writing About Literature and Poetry Workshop, respectively. And Dr. Melancon gives me candy for typing student e-mail addresses into her computer! It's not even like I'm doing anything important. And it's handy for keeping pseudo in-touch with professors I already know, like Spike and Dr. Cox. And when there's nothing to do, which is 65% of the time, I do homework. I almost feel guilty for getting paid to do my homework and occasionally run copies... but not quite. Hehe.
Sometime soon I'm hauling Andrew with me and whoever else to Little Tokyo for the HIBACHI EXPERIENCE. Can you tell I'm impressed by their cooks-- no, no-- their performance chefs? HIBACHI EXPERIENCE. Egg acrobatics, bizarre rice stunts, constant (and amusing) dialogue. It's even more awesome than The Melting Pot, and cheaper. Me rikey Japanese.
Hopefully tonight and tomorrow I'll get my h/w for Monday and Tuesday done. So far it hasn't quite happened that I finish evvvvverything before Sunday. Or Monday. Or 30 minutes before the relevant class. But this time maybe. Besides, I have to generate a 7-page short story for Tuesday's fiction workshop. Booooooo.