much-needed break from the papers
seriously...i cannot wait to crash when all this is over. unfortunately that is not today so i will just procrastinate for a few minutes before returning to the demon stack of papers i have left to type.
so lani mentioned how weird things have been for her recently with the feeling of things being both slow-motion and seemingly in fast-forward at the same time. that's right. both. at the same time. these papers are bound to be stellar, as you can well see.
anyways, i'm experiencing the exact same thing right now. everything in front of me seems to be moving in slow-motion but everything i need to accomplish and "do" is going so fast i feel i can hardly keep up. it's an obnoxious combination.
additionally, i can't tell you how much i miss home. on my break earlier i was having fun playing with Google Earth and looking at all my favorite places in town. i miss my girls and my boys and my family and i'm heartbroken that i'm missing my brother's graduation from vet school and liz's wedding.
then again the thought of leaving all the people here just makes my heart sink. i don't know how else to explain it. it's happened to me multiple times that i've been having a conversation with natalie or betsy and we start to realize how little time we have left to see each other and we have to change the subject immediately because it's just too overwhelming.
for as many times as i say i'm sick of this place, i'm really going to miss it. my daily texts to melissa about all the tools we see on campus, my 5-minute voicemails i leave everyone (especially betsy, natalie, marash and zoe) because i'm thinking out loud and pointing out every observation in sight ("wow...the trees look so pretty today! not those ones...but THESE ones!" "there's this girl walking by my window with jeans that are WAY too tight and...OH! she just fell down! HAHAHAHAHA! i'm so glad you were listening when this happened! HAHAHAHA! well you're not listening, but your VOICEMAIL is!" "why are there so many golf carts on campus? there's one. there's another. WHOA there are TWO at schine..." "TOMORROW! TOMORROW!..."), U-TURN! uhh...i mean...NOW u-turn, tasti-d-lite? meet me in the lot (hey abs, remember when public safety pulled me over for blowing that stop sign on campus? LAME!), EVERWOOD, "You're in the turning lane, ASSHOLE!" "...Yeah...that's because I'm turning, spaz.", i love the way you wet your reed..., my poly-amorous relationship with andrew, Enzyme Man?, awkward..., "I need to go shopping." "You need to go shopping?" "Yeah I'm out of milk." "You're out of milk?" "STOP REPEATING EVERYTHING I SAY!", anonymous hate mail for having late-night parties at my apt. that are too loud, sushi dates, The Scent Of A Gangsta, TONSILS the famed 'Cuse rapper, survivor flip cup, RAPPA ROAD, PLD's, "samuel, party of 7?", Saved By The Last Dance?, flooty floo, The Mission dates, Margarita Mondays, frosty mishaps (WHHHHYYYYYYYYY?), and i could go on for days.
then on top of syracuse loves and hoflo loves...i also can't wait to leave for africa.
oh the triangle is RIDICULOUS! alright...enough of a break. back to the philosophy of art. blech.
lionel foreva. JERRY! step yo game up. F-DUDE and REGGIE own my soul.
so lani mentioned how weird things have been for her recently with the feeling of things being both slow-motion and seemingly in fast-forward at the same time. that's right. both. at the same time. these papers are bound to be stellar, as you can well see.
anyways, i'm experiencing the exact same thing right now. everything in front of me seems to be moving in slow-motion but everything i need to accomplish and "do" is going so fast i feel i can hardly keep up. it's an obnoxious combination.
additionally, i can't tell you how much i miss home. on my break earlier i was having fun playing with Google Earth and looking at all my favorite places in town. i miss my girls and my boys and my family and i'm heartbroken that i'm missing my brother's graduation from vet school and liz's wedding.
then again the thought of leaving all the people here just makes my heart sink. i don't know how else to explain it. it's happened to me multiple times that i've been having a conversation with natalie or betsy and we start to realize how little time we have left to see each other and we have to change the subject immediately because it's just too overwhelming.
for as many times as i say i'm sick of this place, i'm really going to miss it. my daily texts to melissa about all the tools we see on campus, my 5-minute voicemails i leave everyone (especially betsy, natalie, marash and zoe) because i'm thinking out loud and pointing out every observation in sight ("wow...the trees look so pretty today! not those ones...but THESE ones!" "there's this girl walking by my window with jeans that are WAY too tight and...OH! she just fell down! HAHAHAHAHA! i'm so glad you were listening when this happened! HAHAHAHA! well you're not listening, but your VOICEMAIL is!" "why are there so many golf carts on campus? there's one. there's another. WHOA there are TWO at schine..." "TOMORROW! TOMORROW!..."), U-TURN! uhh...i mean...NOW u-turn, tasti-d-lite? meet me in the lot (hey abs, remember when public safety pulled me over for blowing that stop sign on campus? LAME!), EVERWOOD, "You're in the turning lane, ASSHOLE!" "...Yeah...that's because I'm turning, spaz.", i love the way you wet your reed..., my poly-amorous relationship with andrew, Enzyme Man?, awkward..., "I need to go shopping." "You need to go shopping?" "Yeah I'm out of milk." "You're out of milk?" "STOP REPEATING EVERYTHING I SAY!", anonymous hate mail for having late-night parties at my apt. that are too loud, sushi dates, The Scent Of A Gangsta, TONSILS the famed 'Cuse rapper, survivor flip cup, RAPPA ROAD, PLD's, "samuel, party of 7?", Saved By The Last Dance?, flooty floo, The Mission dates, Margarita Mondays, frosty mishaps (WHHHHYYYYYYYYY?), and i could go on for days.
then on top of syracuse loves and hoflo loves...i also can't wait to leave for africa.
oh the triangle is RIDICULOUS! alright...enough of a break. back to the philosophy of art. blech.
lionel foreva. JERRY! step yo game up. F-DUDE and REGGIE own my soul.