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Turns out grad school rocks.
Sep. 22nd, 2006 05:51 pmThings are going amazingly well. I'm starting to adjust to New Haven. I guess I don't have too much to report, except that I felt the desire to write. I've been doing a ton of writing in my paper journal lately, in an attempt to beat the habit back into myself. I'm sure that in twenty years I'll want my first year of graduate school--and my first impressions, and fears--recorded somewhere, so I'm doing my best to write down every thought and feeling I have. Which is, of course, completely impossible, and in twenty years I'll look at my journal and be completely dissatisfied with the amount of detail I've recorded.
I got sorta homesick for Santa Cruz last night, and I needed long-sleeve shirts for the impending cold that Connecticut promises, so I looked up the nearest American Apparel store and drove an hour to get there. I tried on about twenty different things, and miraculously ended up spending exactly the amount of money I'd allotted myself. $75 on the nose. I also spent about twenty minutes chatting with the guy behind the counter, who was flamingly gay and terribly sweet. We discussed the west coast and homesickness and how New Haven is "the city" to people who live in rural Connecticut.
Tonight Shannon (my new bff, I suppose, or at least my new partner in crime) and I are going to a show at the Yale Cabaret. They have a new show every week, and they're all student run and directed and acted and that sort of thing. I might get a ten-ticket pass and go as a regular thing. But I might have to wait until I get paid again to do that. The stipend is generous, and they send us a check every two weeks, and I just got my first one last week... but somehow I'm broke again already. I guess having a car really IS way more expensive than I anticipated. Y'all were right, those who told me so.
And in other news, several people have been complaining that we don't talk much anymore. In the spirit of this, and because I feel like there are a lot of people I don't talk to much anymore, I called a ton of you in the last couple weeks and left messages. And not a single one of you called me back.
If you feel like we don't talk and I didn't call you, it's because I got disheartened. You should call me.
I got sorta homesick for Santa Cruz last night, and I needed long-sleeve shirts for the impending cold that Connecticut promises, so I looked up the nearest American Apparel store and drove an hour to get there. I tried on about twenty different things, and miraculously ended up spending exactly the amount of money I'd allotted myself. $75 on the nose. I also spent about twenty minutes chatting with the guy behind the counter, who was flamingly gay and terribly sweet. We discussed the west coast and homesickness and how New Haven is "the city" to people who live in rural Connecticut.
Tonight Shannon (my new bff, I suppose, or at least my new partner in crime) and I are going to a show at the Yale Cabaret. They have a new show every week, and they're all student run and directed and acted and that sort of thing. I might get a ten-ticket pass and go as a regular thing. But I might have to wait until I get paid again to do that. The stipend is generous, and they send us a check every two weeks, and I just got my first one last week... but somehow I'm broke again already. I guess having a car really IS way more expensive than I anticipated. Y'all were right, those who told me so.
And in other news, several people have been complaining that we don't talk much anymore. In the spirit of this, and because I feel like there are a lot of people I don't talk to much anymore, I called a ton of you in the last couple weeks and left messages. And not a single one of you called me back.
If you feel like we don't talk and I didn't call you, it's because I got disheartened. You should call me.
