"Bunnies, Bunnies, it must be Bunnies. Or maybe midgets..."
Ok, on the roommate front, it seems I was wrong.
I have a job. Very happy about this. 20 hours a week, working here.
I start next week. Yay.
I have successfully spoken with the boy both via AIM and the telephone. However, I believe I have used an excessive number of daytime minutes for this early in the month. Anyone wishing to converse with me, please call on the weekend or after nine PM, when I can chat w/ you for as long as we both can manage.
My parents are coming this weekend. With them, they are bringing all the stuff that didn't fit last time. This is of the good.
Cooking is still an adventure. This is because my schedule is weird- I only have class during the day one day a week. Which means I sleep in, b/c that's the kind of lazy person I am. And then I don't have lunch, b/c I had breakfast late. And there's not time to cook a real dinner before my 6 PM class, b/c I have to leave at like 5:15 (I could probably leave a bit later, but not a fan of cutting it close) to make sure that I catch all the right trains and such. So I don't eat as well as I should. I am making real dinner tonight, b/c the parents won't be here till late.
I think there were all kinds of deep thoughts I was going to record, inspired by my readings and discussions, like how "evolution" means "change" not "progress" and we do ourselves a real diservice by assuming that evolution is a forward/upward moving process. Lots of readings to do here in grad school, some of them remarkably dense. But some of them not. Museum Theory was fun last night, but the prof. uses very big words. It makes you feel inadaquate, b/c you don't know what the heck she's talking about. However, as most of my classmates agree, I feel better. It's not my fault I've never read Kant. So there. I know some stuff though. And I can fake what I don't know. Let's hope this grad school thing isn't as scary as they want you to think.
Ok, I'm done. I have to clean so that my parents will believe I'm fit to live alone.
I have a job. Very happy about this. 20 hours a week, working here.
I start next week. Yay.
I have successfully spoken with the boy both via AIM and the telephone. However, I believe I have used an excessive number of daytime minutes for this early in the month. Anyone wishing to converse with me, please call on the weekend or after nine PM, when I can chat w/ you for as long as we both can manage.
My parents are coming this weekend. With them, they are bringing all the stuff that didn't fit last time. This is of the good.
Cooking is still an adventure. This is because my schedule is weird- I only have class during the day one day a week. Which means I sleep in, b/c that's the kind of lazy person I am. And then I don't have lunch, b/c I had breakfast late. And there's not time to cook a real dinner before my 6 PM class, b/c I have to leave at like 5:15 (I could probably leave a bit later, but not a fan of cutting it close) to make sure that I catch all the right trains and such. So I don't eat as well as I should. I am making real dinner tonight, b/c the parents won't be here till late.
I think there were all kinds of deep thoughts I was going to record, inspired by my readings and discussions, like how "evolution" means "change" not "progress" and we do ourselves a real diservice by assuming that evolution is a forward/upward moving process. Lots of readings to do here in grad school, some of them remarkably dense. But some of them not. Museum Theory was fun last night, but the prof. uses very big words. It makes you feel inadaquate, b/c you don't know what the heck she's talking about. However, as most of my classmates agree, I feel better. It's not my fault I've never read Kant. So there. I know some stuff though. And I can fake what I don't know. Let's hope this grad school thing isn't as scary as they want you to think.
Ok, I'm done. I have to clean so that my parents will believe I'm fit to live alone.