a mini-break

The roughly two week absence was due almost in whole to a shocking amount of busyness. You know how the Native Alaskans have 20 different words for snow? There should easily be as many for Busy and Tired.

Like today. Today would rank as somewhere along the lines of 12/20 in terms of busy and 15/20 in terms of tired. I could explain, but suffice it to say that work is a bear right now, I haven't vacuumed in weeks, the fridge is almost out of food, and I have to buy three gifts tonight (1 wedding, two b-day - none of which I have a clue of what to buy), and I'm supposed to be making two 11-inch lemon tortes that I have to buy stuff for. Woo!

But on the upside, even though it's all kinds of hot here, it's 130 degrees in Iraq. And Tom Petty's on the radio. The day can't be all bad.

Random personified (again)

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( Autumn in New York )

Stay away, far, far away

So last week in class one of the gals who works at Cal Poly said to me "hey, I saw a picture of you in our Summer newsletter." To which I eloquently replied "hunh?" "yeah, there's a picture of you recruiting on campus." I started to get excited, remembering that last time I was there for the grad school fair the photographer spent some time snapping pictures of our table. "Really? What's it like? Do I look okay?" Because, after all, that's the tantamount concern, right? Screw whether or not I look like I'm representing the university well, it's all about me. She said I looked fine, and that she would bring a couple of copies in for me.

She brought them in to class last night. I took a cursory glance to see that what I was wearing looks normal (blue shirt, black leather jacket, hair pulled back behind my head, standing right behind the University table and banner), whew – all good on that end! And then I saw my expression. Oh. My. God. I have an expression on that... well... if little children saw it they'd burst into tears and run away.

Granted, it was apparently taken right in the middle of me talking to someone, and I tend to get fairly animated so I probably was just about to smile or change my expression or something. But holy crumb – I look freakish! Seriously, it's absurd. It looks like I’m in the middle of putting a hex on some prospective students and cackling devilishly while doing so. "I'll get you, my pretties!"

And the best part is that now all the students who read the newsletter who are considering going to the grad fair this year will undoubtedly think to themselves, oh, let's stay away from that XXX University table – they have freakish people working for them. If we go there we'll get hexed.

Peeps!

Evening, kittens. Gang, I have someone new for you to meet. Her name is Delia. Gang, this is Delia. Delia, this is, well, everybody. The thing about Delia is that we're in classes together, but it wasn't until just last night that I discovered she has a blog. Yay! And while I had already made the decision that she's easily one of the people that interests me more in our program, I never really had a venue to say that – what, do you just go up to someone and say “hey, you're cool”? Yeah, um, no. And she’s a basically THE cutest pg lady. Ever. I'm so not even kidding here. At any rate, I went to her blog just now, and it’s all about her pg. So fun. And there's a video! And it's fabulous! It reminds me of me to a large extent (minus the belly and the cuteness. Surely it's unfair that she looks better almost 8 months into her pregnancy than most of us do on a regular basis. Just saying.) So do not stop, do not wait, do not pass go and collect $200 – go directly to her site! Go! See the video (7/28/04)! Marvel at the belly! Rejoice with the fun! All about baby And sorry about sending people to the blog without your permission, Delia. But hey, you rock. The world deserves to know.