so its been awhile
i havent posted for awhile. this post is more of an acknowledgment of that fact than an actual post... sorry.
what have i been up to? damn, i dont even know. working backwards - the new senior editorial board was announced, so that's cool. lotsa newbies. never ending meetings on sunday.
saturday was big game... woke up early to bart/caltrain down to the farm. walked across the vast space that is stanfurd's campus to the ink bowl. drank some beers, played some ball (routed 35-0), wandered around with nancy looking for a bathroom (ended up finding one in a random library). crammed into 12 people into a car that seats 8 to get back to the stadium. handed out special issue daily cals... some were left at key locations around campus by various reluctant hand-outters. game was craaaaaaaaaazy. met up with parents and walked sooooooooooo far to their car for some food. walked alllllllllll the way back to the stadium. walked hellllllllllllllllllllla far to bainum's car. after a food stop, managed to find our way out of palo alto somehow and back to berkeley. shower, tv, sleep.
the week before wasnt so much fun. paper, test, 2 big game issues. yeah.
switching gears, im so fucking excited to go home this week. i realize that i miss my family and i like eating the food they make at thanksgiving. i miss friends from hs. i need a break from all that is berkeley. except for bbg. i want to throw him in my trunk and sneak him down to the sc. i plan to play dumb when my parents find him next to my three weeks worth of dirty laundry and ask innocently if we can please keep him.
holidays make me dislike this weird liminal relationship that we have. its real, but then its not bec we dont pay our rent and have to spend weeks apart during major holidays and the summer. def not living in the real world.
and wtf is up with people hanging out on our stoop? i know its nice to sit on and all, but you dont live here, go the fuck away!
my thesis is retarded. everyone i ask to be my advisor says its not really their area and maybe i should talk to this other person who referred me to them in the first place. doode, its not that difficult, i really just need someone to edit and tell me when i dont make sense. so i have a meeting with a psych prof early tomorrow, blah. she already told me its not really her area... last week i met with a sw prof who told me it wasnt really her area either, but at least she said she'd do it. thats a start, i guess. blah, whatever.
that couple is still on my stoop. but i dont mind it so much bec they're fighting and i like to listen to that kind of stuff.
what have i been up to? damn, i dont even know. working backwards - the new senior editorial board was announced, so that's cool. lotsa newbies. never ending meetings on sunday.
saturday was big game... woke up early to bart/caltrain down to the farm. walked across the vast space that is stanfurd's campus to the ink bowl. drank some beers, played some ball (routed 35-0), wandered around with nancy looking for a bathroom (ended up finding one in a random library). crammed into 12 people into a car that seats 8 to get back to the stadium. handed out special issue daily cals... some were left at key locations around campus by various reluctant hand-outters. game was craaaaaaaaaazy. met up with parents and walked sooooooooooo far to their car for some food. walked alllllllllll the way back to the stadium. walked hellllllllllllllllllllla far to bainum's car. after a food stop, managed to find our way out of palo alto somehow and back to berkeley. shower, tv, sleep.
the week before wasnt so much fun. paper, test, 2 big game issues. yeah.
switching gears, im so fucking excited to go home this week. i realize that i miss my family and i like eating the food they make at thanksgiving. i miss friends from hs. i need a break from all that is berkeley. except for bbg. i want to throw him in my trunk and sneak him down to the sc. i plan to play dumb when my parents find him next to my three weeks worth of dirty laundry and ask innocently if we can please keep him.
holidays make me dislike this weird liminal relationship that we have. its real, but then its not bec we dont pay our rent and have to spend weeks apart during major holidays and the summer. def not living in the real world.
and wtf is up with people hanging out on our stoop? i know its nice to sit on and all, but you dont live here, go the fuck away!
my thesis is retarded. everyone i ask to be my advisor says its not really their area and maybe i should talk to this other person who referred me to them in the first place. doode, its not that difficult, i really just need someone to edit and tell me when i dont make sense. so i have a meeting with a psych prof early tomorrow, blah. she already told me its not really her area... last week i met with a sw prof who told me it wasnt really her area either, but at least she said she'd do it. thats a start, i guess. blah, whatever.
that couple is still on my stoop. but i dont mind it so much bec they're fighting and i like to listen to that kind of stuff.