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So uh, I've run through my entiiiiiiiire list of Things To Do On The Internet While Pretending To Write The Last Paper of My Undergraduate Career, and... here I am at "Update your livejournal, for chrissake."
So
Hi.
I think I've done this before, picking up where I left off months ago with an awkward hello and a blank look.
I'm graduating in a week now. If I can finish this paper tonight, I think it might even go smoothly. (Insofar as things ever go smooth.)
After months of counting down, Star Trek is finally here. I saw it in Imax yesterday. :< Eeeeee~ So much awesome. So. Much. I want to go see it again this week, but I lack transportation to a theatre. New Orleans used to have the highest number of movie theatres per capita, and now it seems we've got to schlep out to Metairie every damn time.
I probably mentioned asking about a summer job last year, but I managed to nail it all down. I'll be scanning and OCRing Favrot collection materials for the summer at a considerable pay raise.
I've also managed to find digs for the summer (actually, a twelve-month lease, so it's for the year) in a great little converted basement on Oak St. It's about a block from the streetcar and the Rue de la Course. I do love the Rue. I got a sweet deal on the room, too. It's a tiny little den with a tiny little window, but the apartment itself is considerable. The rent is $450 with all of the services folded in, so effectively $350.
I've told just about everyone this, but the first and last papers of my undergraduate education had nothing whatsoever to do with linguistics. Rather funny how things like that work out. Of course, they do end up serving as nice bookends to my life... the first one was a lit review of gender psychology, and the last is about space opera. The first one opened my eyes to the manifold benefits of becoming a trap, and the last one... is pretty much a love letter to my genre
So
Hi.
I think I've done this before, picking up where I left off months ago with an awkward hello and a blank look.
I'm graduating in a week now. If I can finish this paper tonight, I think it might even go smoothly. (Insofar as things ever go smooth.)
After months of counting down, Star Trek is finally here. I saw it in Imax yesterday. :< Eeeeee~ So much awesome. So. Much. I want to go see it again this week, but I lack transportation to a theatre. New Orleans used to have the highest number of movie theatres per capita, and now it seems we've got to schlep out to Metairie every damn time.
I probably mentioned asking about a summer job last year, but I managed to nail it all down. I'll be scanning and OCRing Favrot collection materials for the summer at a considerable pay raise.
I've also managed to find digs for the summer (actually, a twelve-month lease, so it's for the year) in a great little converted basement on Oak St. It's about a block from the streetcar and the Rue de la Course. I do love the Rue. I got a sweet deal on the room, too. It's a tiny little den with a tiny little window, but the apartment itself is considerable. The rent is $450 with all of the services folded in, so effectively $350.
I've told just about everyone this, but the first and last papers of my undergraduate education had nothing whatsoever to do with linguistics. Rather funny how things like that work out. Of course, they do end up serving as nice bookends to my life... the first one was a lit review of gender psychology, and the last is about space opera. The first one opened my eyes to the manifold benefits of becoming a trap, and the last one... is pretty much a love letter to my genre