In My Little Corner

Well the apartment is coming together quite nicely I think anyways. It’s got a more homey feel to it and I clean it religiously. Course it helps that I’m at my parents house most weekends it seems. Gator can’t stay home alone so since my parents have been away I’ve been volunteered and its fine. We have great weekends together, hiking, reading, playing fetch, watching random marathons and of course doing homework. The homework is the killer. Its not that its more than undergrad, its that its just...boring? Yea. boring. Very, very tedious and dry and I don’t remember the undergrad stuff being this bad. The reading will most likely result in me needing a new prescription one of these days but for now it just ends in headaches.

I went to the library fair with Rolwena today and a friend of hers. We had a lovely time and it was a beautiful day. It was altogether fun, except for the distinct reminder that with the exception of Rowlena most of my good friends are hundreds of miles and away. It’s rather sad to think about it that way but so it is. With H being in France for the next year, and Gigi in Florida, not likely to travel anywhere it’s been a sad commentary. I’m hoping J will convince her dad to come through this way, it’d be nice to see a familiar face. That’s not to say that the people in school aren’t nice. They’re quite pleasant, but its just the ease that comes with knowing someone for a while that I miss. That and dare I say it, the single men that are straight. That’s been a problem as well.


*sigh* I better go make sure I didn’t burn dinner. The pisco sour has addled my brain a bit.

You're Leaving Monday, Right?

I have been home every weekend since Grad school started, mostly to take care of Gator while my parents have been away. This pattern is going to continue for the next two weekends and each time I usually leave Monday morning. So my dad wants to buy a sign to hang on my door or my sister’s door depending on who’s home. To which I then responded “ Unless you don’t want to take Gator with you or travel at all, I would rethink that statement.” To which he reminded me I lack a life so it really can’t be that much of a problem. And reminded he’s taking me to dinner in two weeks. Well such is life.

Grad school on the other hand is not as...difficult as I was imagining it to be. I’m sure this will change, I hope it will change, but thus far I’ve just done the readings and the writings and been fine. Course it’s week 1, maybe they have low expectations for that week.

Week 2 begins today and we shall see how it all goes.

Can I just say....

I’m in love with one of my classes. It’s an undergrad course I managed to convince the teacher to let me take and it’s amazing! Just met possible the coolest guy ever, works in Exhibitions at the museum and then...then I find out not only is class at the museum but we’re getting super cool access to some of the exhibits! Now I realize I’m overusing the word but how cool is that?

Seriously? I’m in love with a class. Ah what a nerd.

First day of....Grad School

So I have had a lot of first days of school, but this one...is odd. First off, I’m actually deciding to go to school, this is a choice. I could be done and just get a job, but I choose school. Clearly I need my head examined.

On the other hand, ideally this would mean I get to choose what I’m studying and to some extent that’s true. The fact of the matter is that administrations like to give you these things called “requirements” i.e. you actually have to take classes you might not want to, because they’re supposedly important. I understand that, I do.

But how about when there’s a class that I actually want to take, that would be the cornerstone of my education, and you won’t give me a straight answer? Seriously?


*sigh* School is school wherever you go apparently, but still, it’d be nice to think I had something of a say.


In other complete ramblings, I have a place that’s all my own. It’s small but its enough, and it’s different to be living completely on my own. I had roommates before and I actually miss the “J, get your butt in gear I’m hungry and I’m not going to the bar by myself.” Those impromptu dinners followed by a movie because we had one drink to many actually were good times. I miss that spontaneity I guess.