Life carries on.
Well, I seem to now officially be an adult with a job and a diploma and everything.
Graduated on Sunday, which was...an adventure. There were bagpipes. My hat nearly fell off when I walked across the stage. Our valedictorian quoted Lil Wayne in his speech. Our house was overrun with German relatives who brought mass quantities of delicious food and insisted that we eat way too much of it. I felt out of place for a lot of the ceremony, though. I've only been at the school a year, so the emotional impact of ~leaving all this behind~ is next to nothing. Maybe it just hasn't sunk in yet.
Work's going well, though I doubt I'll ever be able to fully rid myself of dog hair from now on. (Note: if you ever own a Siberian husky, please, for the love of god, brush it before you drop it off to board at a kennel during the week it's molting. The floor looks like a fuzzy snowdrift.) It's pretty fun -- I get to spend quite a lot of time playing with and taking care of the dogs when I'm not picking up poo, collecting various samples of various secretions for the doctor to run tests on (charming, I know) and cleaning everything to within an inch of its life. My co-workers aren't half-bad, either. I knew it was a good sign when "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" came on the radio and three of us started singing along at the same time.
By the way, I haven't forgotten about that fic meme. Things are (unsurprisingly) going slow on the writing front. For some reason I get ideas for things, jot the idea and a few good lines down, and then can't move past that. Adding to my list of things to do is the original fic that I'm supposed to be cranking out for Write Club and some sort of scandalous Richard/MIB thing that my friend's trying to bribe me into writing for her birthday. I'm pretty sure I need to shut myself in the basement with a notebook and a pen and refuse to re-emerge until I've completed at least a few of these items. It's the only way I'm gonna get anything done, at this rate. *rolls eyes*
Graduated on Sunday, which was...an adventure. There were bagpipes. My hat nearly fell off when I walked across the stage. Our valedictorian quoted Lil Wayne in his speech. Our house was overrun with German relatives who brought mass quantities of delicious food and insisted that we eat way too much of it. I felt out of place for a lot of the ceremony, though. I've only been at the school a year, so the emotional impact of ~leaving all this behind~ is next to nothing. Maybe it just hasn't sunk in yet.
Work's going well, though I doubt I'll ever be able to fully rid myself of dog hair from now on. (Note: if you ever own a Siberian husky, please, for the love of god, brush it before you drop it off to board at a kennel during the week it's molting. The floor looks like a fuzzy snowdrift.) It's pretty fun -- I get to spend quite a lot of time playing with and taking care of the dogs when I'm not picking up poo, collecting various samples of various secretions for the doctor to run tests on (charming, I know) and cleaning everything to within an inch of its life. My co-workers aren't half-bad, either. I knew it was a good sign when "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" came on the radio and three of us started singing along at the same time.
By the way, I haven't forgotten about that fic meme. Things are (unsurprisingly) going slow on the writing front. For some reason I get ideas for things, jot the idea and a few good lines down, and then can't move past that. Adding to my list of things to do is the original fic that I'm supposed to be cranking out for Write Club and some sort of scandalous Richard/MIB thing that my friend's trying to bribe me into writing for her birthday. I'm pretty sure I need to shut myself in the basement with a notebook and a pen and refuse to re-emerge until I've completed at least a few of these items. It's the only way I'm gonna get anything done, at this rate. *rolls eyes*