"The day you suss out what you do want, there'll probably be a parade. 76 bloody trombones."
I've been home for about a week now. I'm a little thrown by the fact that being here a week means that I'm only here for three weeks more. I'm used to being here longer ... so many things I'm still planning on doing. Plus, you know, relaxing.
Home is weird. Wrong house, wrong family members, no dog. Allison came to visit this weekend, and that made things feel normal. Which is also weird, since she's never been to Seattle before, but it was lovely having her here. We went on the ferry and hung out on the beach and I spent too much time pointing things out to her like "See, see? Trees. That's what they're supposed to look like. And there? Mountains. That's what's supposed to be on the horizon."
I got a partial scholarship for the Grace Hopper Conference, so I guess I'll be going there in October. Going to a conference! I feel all academic and important. By which I mean, gee, I've found myself new ways of going places where they let me learn things when I pay them ... and ways to leave campus the weekend before my comps proposal is due. I am excited, though.
Gridley's up again, so I can work on my pet web projects again. I think I'm actually going to be paying for a real site soon ... which means I need a name. Suggestions? I keep thinking that there should be some really cool word or phrase from some poem that I can use (hello, English major) but I haven't come up with any thoughts I'm really happy with yet.
The anticipation of my self-imposed deadlines for my comps proposal is looming in evil, ominous, sinister DOOM. Silly, hypocritical doom. I've always thought it a bit ridiculous when people get too stressed out about self-imposed deadlines. Oh, how the self-righteous have fallen.
Home is weird. Wrong house, wrong family members, no dog. Allison came to visit this weekend, and that made things feel normal. Which is also weird, since she's never been to Seattle before, but it was lovely having her here. We went on the ferry and hung out on the beach and I spent too much time pointing things out to her like "See, see? Trees. That's what they're supposed to look like. And there? Mountains. That's what's supposed to be on the horizon."
I got a partial scholarship for the Grace Hopper Conference, so I guess I'll be going there in October. Going to a conference! I feel all academic and important. By which I mean, gee, I've found myself new ways of going places where they let me learn things when I pay them ... and ways to leave campus the weekend before my comps proposal is due. I am excited, though.
Gridley's up again, so I can work on my pet web projects again. I think I'm actually going to be paying for a real site soon ... which means I need a name. Suggestions? I keep thinking that there should be some really cool word or phrase from some poem that I can use (hello, English major) but I haven't come up with any thoughts I'm really happy with yet.
The anticipation of my self-imposed deadlines for my comps proposal is looming in evil, ominous, sinister DOOM. Silly, hypocritical doom. I've always thought it a bit ridiculous when people get too stressed out about self-imposed deadlines. Oh, how the self-righteous have fallen.