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Grah, haven't posted in a while. I'm starting to feel those little writing fingers running up and down my spine, insisting that I write something down, or they'll tickle me until I'm too hysterical to breathe anymore.
This last week was... weird.
I finished up everything I had to do for my undergraduate career. I am literally completely done. I turned in my thesis, did my final project for photography, and decided once and for all to fail French. So I have no finals, and thus nothing to do at all this week. That made last week awfully significant, since it was my last week of undergraduateness ever. The ironic thing is that I only went to one class last week. Well, and one discussion section.
Wednesday, as I'm sure you could tell from my post that night, I went out drinking with two different sets of friends. It was awesome. I'm looking forward to a repeat performance this week, if those people don't have Thursday finals. I'm loving the ability to go out drinking and dancing. It's added this whole other aspect to my social life, and has made me feel like a lot less of a homebody. Plus, I'm learning valuable skills for graduate school, like how to order drinks and what not to wear clubbing. :-P
Thursday I slept through my last photography class ever. I woke up sometime around 11 and met Neal to climb at noon. We climbed for about three hours, then got food at the Seabright Brewery (yummy!), and, somewhat tipsy, headed off to the beach. We lounged around on Seabright beach for a couple hours listening to my mp3 player and throwing sand at each other. After that we went to Kiva, which is a hot tub/sauna place on Water St. I crashed at his place afterwards and got home Friday around 11:30 am. It was funny, I left the house around noon on Thursday intending to be home within three hours, and didn't get back until a full day later. I love not having scholastic obligations; I can just let the day take me where it wants, and I don't have to worry about getting things done by a certain time. I'm really looking forward to enjoying that this summer.
I've spent this weekend packing and trying to get stuff in order.... I sent off the lease for the place in New Haven, consolidated the one student loan I had, learned that I have to consolidate my BofA loans through BofA, and still haven't found a car. DamnitIneedacar!!!
I had a really strange dream Friday night. I dreamt that Megan and I were shopping in the Bay Tree Bookstore (that's the university bookstore, for those of you who aren't slugs), and some faculty member or someone important walked past us and up a flight of stairs before we could tell him we wanted to talk to him. The stairs were marked something like "No students" and we freaked out about not being able to follow him, until Megan turned to me and said, "Wait! We're graduating!" (even though Megan isn't) "We're real people, we can go up those stairs!" "Yeah," I said, "Let's go!" And we ran up the stairs, because we were real people, and at the top of the stairs was a second store. This one was full of alumni paraphernalia, and we started looking around (apparently we no longer cared about the faculty guy...?). I picked up some black sweatpants with red lettering that said Alumni and went, "OOoh, I'm gonna get these! I like the alumni lettering!" And Megan said, "You should get an alumni pen!" And then all of a sudden the dream changed, and I was trying to get to Natural Bridges, and it became a combination fugitive/sex dream. I was simultaneously running away from someone and trying to have sex with someone else, and the person didn't look ANYthing like he looks in real life, and I was having a really hard time seducing him because he was trying to get me across a bridge, and the bridge was out, and he was freaking out about it. It was very, very weird.
Last night I dreamed my bike had a kickstand. Apparently kickstands and fugitive sex rate about the same in my subconscious.
This last week was... weird.
I finished up everything I had to do for my undergraduate career. I am literally completely done. I turned in my thesis, did my final project for photography, and decided once and for all to fail French. So I have no finals, and thus nothing to do at all this week. That made last week awfully significant, since it was my last week of undergraduateness ever. The ironic thing is that I only went to one class last week. Well, and one discussion section.
Wednesday, as I'm sure you could tell from my post that night, I went out drinking with two different sets of friends. It was awesome. I'm looking forward to a repeat performance this week, if those people don't have Thursday finals. I'm loving the ability to go out drinking and dancing. It's added this whole other aspect to my social life, and has made me feel like a lot less of a homebody. Plus, I'm learning valuable skills for graduate school, like how to order drinks and what not to wear clubbing. :-P
Thursday I slept through my last photography class ever. I woke up sometime around 11 and met Neal to climb at noon. We climbed for about three hours, then got food at the Seabright Brewery (yummy!), and, somewhat tipsy, headed off to the beach. We lounged around on Seabright beach for a couple hours listening to my mp3 player and throwing sand at each other. After that we went to Kiva, which is a hot tub/sauna place on Water St. I crashed at his place afterwards and got home Friday around 11:30 am. It was funny, I left the house around noon on Thursday intending to be home within three hours, and didn't get back until a full day later. I love not having scholastic obligations; I can just let the day take me where it wants, and I don't have to worry about getting things done by a certain time. I'm really looking forward to enjoying that this summer.
I've spent this weekend packing and trying to get stuff in order.... I sent off the lease for the place in New Haven, consolidated the one student loan I had, learned that I have to consolidate my BofA loans through BofA, and still haven't found a car. DamnitIneedacar!!!
I had a really strange dream Friday night. I dreamt that Megan and I were shopping in the Bay Tree Bookstore (that's the university bookstore, for those of you who aren't slugs), and some faculty member or someone important walked past us and up a flight of stairs before we could tell him we wanted to talk to him. The stairs were marked something like "No students" and we freaked out about not being able to follow him, until Megan turned to me and said, "Wait! We're graduating!" (even though Megan isn't) "We're real people, we can go up those stairs!" "Yeah," I said, "Let's go!" And we ran up the stairs, because we were real people, and at the top of the stairs was a second store. This one was full of alumni paraphernalia, and we started looking around (apparently we no longer cared about the faculty guy...?). I picked up some black sweatpants with red lettering that said Alumni and went, "OOoh, I'm gonna get these! I like the alumni lettering!" And Megan said, "You should get an alumni pen!" And then all of a sudden the dream changed, and I was trying to get to Natural Bridges, and it became a combination fugitive/sex dream. I was simultaneously running away from someone and trying to have sex with someone else, and the person didn't look ANYthing like he looks in real life, and I was having a really hard time seducing him because he was trying to get me across a bridge, and the bridge was out, and he was freaking out about it. It was very, very weird.
Last night I dreamed my bike had a kickstand. Apparently kickstands and fugitive sex rate about the same in my subconscious.
