In the immortal words of Socrates, "...I drank what?"

1) Online syntactic trees

2) Smawrt Mawrtyrs

Sort of rocking my socks, if I look at this very optimistically:
3) My "delinquent" rent being nearly painlessly taken care of: I paid rent on the 3rd (I have a window between the 1st and 5th), it was not marked as rent by the cashier's office, even though I also turned in the slip that said RENT on it. I received an email today telling me that I had not yet paid and would be charged an additional $20 fee. I called, told the woman on the phone that I had in fact paid, we discovered the problem described above, and she has (apparently, though I do need to go check) removed the fee.

Wish list:

1) French-french dictionary

Goodness. But I'm procrastinating briefly. And then I must get back to my busywork, which is work, but still procrastinating. Dammit!

Two things:

1) I am a writer of lists and notes, but sometimes these are not descriptive enough for me to remember later what the hell I meant when I authored them. Take, for example, the list I found today:

umbrella
teacup

Really? I wonder what that was meant to refer to. I'm sure it was important at the time...

2) I've been watching Invader Zim with the flatmates and have realized that I am, on some level, GIR. Oh my.

This is my life right now (and what it will be very soon):

::Monday::
10-11:50: "Intro to Grammatical Theory" (read: Syntax)
12:30 - 2pm: "Intro to Phonology" (read: Phonology - with my advisor, who seems very down to earth and calm, which is awesome)
2pm - ?: LIGN 200 - Ling Research Seminar

::Tuesday::
11-12:20: TA Fourth-quarter French Grammar (1DX) - They gave me the most advanced analysis class. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. I am nervous, but also excited! I've been going over my plans all morning in my head - I teach Thursdays as well, which means today is my first class.
12:30- 1:50: TA second section of Analysis.

::Wednesday::
10 - 11:50: Syntax
12:30 - 2:30: Phonology

::Thursday::
11-12:20: TA -- For my lesson today, I am totally using Spongebob Squarepants as an example. And to prepare I learned how to say 'men in white coats' and 'mental institution'. I think it's gonna be good.
12:30 - 1:50: More TA-ing. Click on "The Graduate Student Song"

Friday:
Center for Human Development colloquium (time?)
CogSci colloquium (time?)

Add in one more colloquium, I think on Thursday, and that is my schedule during the week.

Saturday I work 9-2, Sunday 8:30-close(6:30-ish)

I feel I am taking on too much, and my next step is to figure out what I can get rid of.

I need to add into this schedule: time to meet people/socialize, time to exercise, blocks of study-time, office hours

Bah, it is time to go time to go, I shall try to come back later. Say "merde!" to wish me luck.

List listy list:

1) I changed my headlight bulb! I'm so proud of myself. And also of Em, a friend of A's who helped me (read: she did a significant amount of the work - I was so scared I was going to hurt my car!) I spent about $7.50 on the bulb, and saved myself the $70+ it would have cost me to take it to a mechanic. It just seemed silly to take my car to a specialist just to change a light bulb. And now that I know what everything is supposed to look like, it is totally totally do-able. My only beef with the set-up is that, in my car, the driver's side headlight is difficult to get to. All the other business going on under the hood really crunches in on that space, so the button and lever combination is very difficult to activate. We pushed the button with my key, and Em got the lever up, finally! I was so frustrated with it, because when I tried the lever it just wouldn't leve. I used a glove to handle the halogen bulb, and got it all hooked up, and then we coaxed the entire housing back into the body of the car once we found the helpful grooves.

Side note: I drive a '99 VW Beetle. When we finally extracted the entire headlight from the car, I had to literally close my mouth and stop myself from saying (in front of my non-SGA-watching/reading friends) the first thing that came to my mind, which was "Oh my god, it looks just like a puddle-jumper." I will try to remember to take the headlight out again and snap a picture, just so you can see how much of a resemblance there really is.

2) I'm putting my room together. It is exciting! I need a desk. And a lamp. And to clean more. And I'd like some more plants in my life...
2b) I am thinking about trying to grow jasmine indoors. Apparently, it can be done. There are some bushes at the 7-11 by A's house which have really nicely shaped blossoms. I am thinking about surreptitiously taking a couple of cuttings and trying to propagate those. Thoughts?

3) I bought one of those metal water bottles to replace the Nalgene my brother appropriated, and it's been good. I mean, they're supposed to be better for you in terms of germ-prevention and whatnot. I've noticed that my water does taste a bit metallic, though, of which I am not a fan. And then today, I pulled an amazingly stupid stunt where I kept the bottle in the freezer to make the water cold, then took it out, forgot it was really really cold, and tried to drink from it, subsequently losing skin from both top and bottom lips to stupidity and extremely cold metal.

4) EMAIL, oh my god email. I need to get to this as soon as humanly possible. After I sleep...

5) Ling:
- bake something for grad coordinator to say sorry for being disorganized this summer
- claim/set up desk in department
- make hypothetical schedule

6) I like hops. I never thought the day would come when I would utter that sentiment. Stone IPA? Wins.

Some good/maybe-not-so-good connected points of news:

As of tomorrow, I graduate training at Bird Rock Coffee Roasters - this is "BR", the place I have been raving about non-stop, sorry if you are getting sick of it, but I'm a little in love. I am ecstatic about this, as it means that I am doing well, and I also will start to get tips, and hopefully a raise in the near future. I was also complimented on my conscientiousness by the owner/manager, and we're working up to making me (probably) a weekend manager. This is fan-freakin-tastic for a few reasons: more and more varied/in depth experience; more responsibility under my belt/on my resume; more money; and a real relationship with a business for which I have a great amount of respect. This is all wonderful, but there is one very important con: time. I don't have a lot of it to spare. At the moment I do, lots and lots of time, but starting on the 17th I will have next to none. I will be a grad student, and working 50% time as a TA. That's 20 hours a week, less if I'm fast, more if I'm slow/have a shit-ton of students/have special projects or papers or tests to grade. This weekend managerial position would be from 9-6 on Saturday and Sunday. That's 18 hours, plus the half hour it takes to clean and break down the shop, which makes about 19 hours. So, if you add that, that's 20-ish plus 19-ish hours a week, which, let's round, is about 40 hours per week. What's that? Oh. That's full time. Grad Studies + Full Time Job? Hmmmm... I sense an oncoming conflict. And apparently, the first year in the program is hell, not just a hell-week, ladies, and one that I'm not so sure will end with flowers. As you might expect, this is making me a bit nervous. So, I think we're going to try it out, maybe a month, and see what happens. I really really really (really) don't want to have to leave the café. I love it. But I'm in grad school to get my degree, and I might have to make sacrifices. We shall see. Hopefully, if it comes to it, I can just work fewer hours. Goodness. What will happen? Who knows?

Random observation:
I talked to Nonna on the phone this afternoon, to let her know that I can pick her up from the airport on Wednesday. It was maybe a five minute conversation, but she managed to ask me three times if I was eating enough. She could definitely give the mom from "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" a run for her money.

"Are you hungry?"
"Uh, no, thank you, I already ate."
"Ok, I make you something."

Things I appreciate/that make me happy today:

*Breakfast: Toasted bagel with cream cheese in the car. I need a bagel, and you know I need a bagel. A bagel with cream cheese. Yeah the cream cheese, everybody likes the cream and the cheese and the cheesey cream... And a cup of coffee, I definitely need a cup of coffee, so you get up and drive me...

*Being on time!

*Getting to practice with the gorgeous La Marzocco espresso machine (I'll try to take a picture for y'all at some point) and digital auto-grinder making lattes, cappucinos, tea lattes, etc., and making a pretty kick-ass first attempt at a soy cappucino on this machine.

*Making my own wonderful little espresso drink: two ristretto shots (pretty good this morning, a little on the fast side...) about 1/2 cup of cold soy juice/liquid (milk, whatever, it's not milk, it's bean juice. Like coffee!), and ice. Yum... When I buy coffee out, I often get two shots of espresso on ice, and then ask for soy. It's partially because that way it's cheaper for me, but also because I get to control the amount I'm putting in - typical lattes (esp. cold) are far too milky for my taste in general. I made this for R once when I was working for Bucks County in Philly (I miss you!!) and she said it had quite a kick - it's true! I like my kick...

*Frightened Rabbit:


*Driving near the ocean

*xkcd

*Foamy the Squirrel. I have recently decided that my grandmother basically is Foamy, but with less of a foul mouth most of the time. I showed her a few, and she loves him. More on this later, I promise.

*Having free time and errands to run within that free time.

Stuff that needs to be done:
*Random emailing

*Letter to France

*Playtime with music blog

*Phonology reading, other reading

*Target exchange

*DISHES

*Laundry/cleaning

*Run?

Good LORD, am I caffeinated...

I feel like my veins are twitching. I've had three and a half shots of espresso since about 11 am, it is now about 2pm. Goodness! I am twitchy and distractible, and am feeling an intense need to clean and organize everything in sight.

Here we go...

Look at my baby she grew up!!!





For a reference, this is what she looked like only two months ago:





Adorable. I want to smuggle her back to San Diego with me.

We got back at 3 this morning. I have been home for less than 12 hours. Why is this important contextual information? Because I have just (11AM) finished cleaning up the mess from Will (oldest younger brother) breaking the ceiling lamp in David's room, the room where I sleep when I come home to visit. There was glass all over the floor. Thankfully, the room was pretty clean in terms of stuff on the floor, so I'm pretty sure that there aren't any residual shards hiding anywhere, like in my suitcase with all my stuff for the next four days in it. I'm so lucky that:
a) nothing happened to my dress that I need to wear to my friend's wedding
and
b) nothing happened to my computer which was safely tucked away in a bag

It seems as if all the shards have been accounted for. Hopefully I won't find any when I walk around barefoot/sleep in the bed. I would say that this sounds like a record, and it may be in terms of amount of time passed and severity of offense, but honestly, it seems like stuff like this happens in this house far more frequently than other places I have spent time.

In conclusion:
Yeah, I'm still never having children.

I need to do laundry. And make some phone calls. And buy a gift.

*peaces out*

So. I am flying back to Iowa City (via Moline), and the flight going into Moline is delayed by two hours. We've also had two gate changes. Mom is NOT going to be pleased. Poor mom, she has work in the morning! I will drive home, so that she can rest, at least, in the car. Dammit, I wish there were public transportation. Or that I had the money for a taxi. Or that I had the money for my own private jet. Ooo, and a license to fly it. That would rock.

But, I have been entertaining myself with a little writing, and:



And, because I have nothing else I really want to be doing at the moment, except sleeping in my bed which can't happen yet, I bring you:

Niggling Thought of the Week
I’ve always loved driving. In Iowa, we start early, with the option to obtain a permit at 14 years of age, a school license at 15, a license at 16, and a graduated license at 17. By now, I have driven nearly every inch of Interstate 80 from California to Pennsylvania alone. (I should do the rest all the way to the end in New Jersey, just on principle.) I’ve driven quite a few different makes and models, manual and automatic, all different shapes and sizes, and three cars made for left-hand driving in New Zealand (fun, despite mix-ups with the turn signal and windshield wipers). I like cars, and wish I knew more about their inner workings. (I have a secret passion for Car Talk, or, perhaps not so secret to anyone happening to browse my iTunes Podcast library.)

Manual transmissions are at least ten times as fun as automatics, and driving fast on highways and freeways I find myself itching to try tricks, especially when I appear to be the only soul on the road. Driving around Iowa City in the winter, if a road or parking lot was icy and empty, I would speed up and hit the breaks to make my car fishtail. While watching a car ad the other night (though I think the thought was set up previously by watching the Italian Job), I realized that there are stunt drivers, that there are people who make their living pulling stunts in cars for movies, television, whatever, and I thought, ‘I wish I had realized that when I was younger.’

I am on a career path at the moment, and Linguistics Grad Student and eventual Professor/Researcher is about the furthest possible thing from stunt driving. I love what I do, and I am excited about it, but wouldn’t stunt driving make an amazing side job/hobby? How many female stunt drivers do you think there are? What kinds of things could I legally do that, if I tried them now, would get me pulled over and/or arrested? How does one even go about getting into stunt driving? Would I even be any good at it?

My my. Idle thoughts, but still, I wish I could do this somehow! Adrenaline… *shivers*

Recent Highlights:
a) Job Woes are over! Yay. I have accepted two positions as a barista, let's call them BI and BR. Both are part time, together they are around full time, plus or minus depending on scheduling demands. I am training at both jobs at the moment, and should go to actual shifts for at least one when I come back from Iowa - my best friend from high school is getting married. Crazy!
............1) BR is amazing, and really serious about their coffee, and I am a little in love. I just returned from a two-hour comprehensive training session covering the pulling of espresso, and I pulled the best shot I have probably ever made. I was very pleased! For the training period, I am getting paid a considerable amount less per hour than I should be (in terms of personal earning goals for the next month, it's still at a completely legal level, don't worry!), but if/when I graduate the training period, I will be making more, plus tips, and that will be good. It still won't be a lot, but it will be more than I have ever made as a barista, even when I was a shift manager at my last café. If nothing else, this job will give me mad hot coffee skillz, and that is fantastic.
............2) BI is fine. Basically, the attraction to this place is the money. I'm making nearly twice as much here as I am at BR, and doing less work. Based on the kind of businesses they are and the kind of customer base they are each serving, this makes total sense, yet I am not too excited about it. It feels a bit like something a trained monkey with customer service skills could do. So, I'm the smiling and efficient, but, most importantly, well-paid monkey. At least for the time being.
b) Mom and I are no longer fighting. Awesome.
c) I have gained a free desk, and two free corner bookshelves. Yay free stuff!

The list of things I am loving:
a) BR, obviously.
b) Seeing the beach at night as I drive
c) Slightly cooler weather
d) Music stuff - need to post more to the music blog!
e) Watching the Olympics with A and her housemates.

The list of things I am not necessarily loving:
a) Living with Nonna - I will go into this much more later, when I don't need to be in bed soon.
b) The amount of pressure I am feeling from BR - they are serious about their business, which is something I really admire, but I would be lying if I said I were not nervous about the learning curve. I have barista habits from other places, and those may very well be hard to break. This place likes things done a certain way, so I will have to focus pretty hard on retraining myself, especially when things get busy.
c) The whole situation (lucrativeness aside) at BI. It will get better when I am at the location where I will end up after training, but I am still uneasy.
d) How dry my hands are/are going to get due to all the hand-washing my jobs require.

The list of things I have realized today that I really, really miss:
a) Using the term "sweet as".
b) New Zealanders
c) New Zealand
d) Walking around Metz, France
e) French trains/buses/le metro

What I want more of:
a) Time spent doing academic stuff. I miss feeling intellectually capable. There are two main outlets for me at this point, and I haven't been using either of them. poo.
b) Time spent reading stuff for fun.
c) Time spent watching crime shows. And sci fi. I know this is silly, and it's not necessary, but it's fun.
d) Money for fun things like furniture and room decorations. All in good time, I suppose.

Well, that's all for now, kids. Time for sleeping.

Love,
B.

So. Today is day number 50 of the gradually more and more frantic search for employment. I've been living off my last month's wages from the France job, and the kindness of friends and family members (i.e. I've been couch/bed-hopping). But, really, this has grown to be ridiculous. I really really need work, and this is cutting it damn close, which is no good at all. In fact it is very, very bad. I honestly don't know how many applications I have put out, but it is well into the double digits.

But! Things might be looking up. ( Dear Universe, please don't strike me down for trying to be optimistic!) I put in an application at a café on Tuesday (Peet's, for those of you familiar with it, CA chain, AMAZING coffee, and tea, as I learned today). I gave it to the store manager, who was a little busy when I dropped it off. We talked for a minute, and he suggested that I come in to a Management Job Fair they were having yesterday. I was a little confused, cause I wasn't looking for a management job, but a job as a barista or shift manager (supervisor, I think, as they are called here), but I said 'great!' and went in just the same.

BUT. There was a bit of a crazy happening right before, which I forgot and shall now tell you about. I went to get in my car to drive over. I unlocked the door, and noticed that it didn't beep. This means that it didn't disarm. I have a clicky key, but the clicky part is broken, so I've been unlocking the door in the old-fashioned put-the-key-in-the-lock-and-twist way. So, I thought "huh, that is odd," tried to start the car, and was unsurprised when the alarm went off. After several attempts to re-lock, unlock and start, I gave up, and was THANK YOU GOD able to take Nonna's car. Exciting.

So. I put my name down on the list, got some coffee and waited for an hour and a half. I was able to read some of my phonology book which was awesome. When it was my turn, I spoke to the interviewer for a moment and explained what I was doing there. He spoke to the manager for a moment who came to speak to me, and we set up a time for the next day (today) to chat after he got off from work. I believe it went well. I think we would get along well, and I really would like to work there. I miss being a barista. However, there is a catch. He's not exactly looking for more supervisors or baristas at the moment, so he's sending me to talk to a woman in a different location that just opened, and she apparently is looking for help of both sorts. And she is Australian, which rocks. As long as she's not the New Zealand-hating type of Australian. But, according to him she is relaxed (albeit competitive, which is very nice to have in a manager, I have found) and friendly. So, I am expecting a call from her sometime before Wednesday. I should have mentioned something that conveyed that I am in a bit of a hurry to find work, but did not. Argh. I really should have. But, I didn't want to turn them off, you know?

So, I have another interview, if she calls me back. And I have her phone number. And the guy's phone number. But, yes, it's beginning to feel like an endless interview, you know? I have now been in three times, and have another interview pending, which is no guarantee. But, this is better than what has been happening - one rejection, and no response to the rest, even when I have followed up on my application. So, I guess I will continue to apply to things while I am waiting. The desirable thing about this job is that I might be able to switch to the store closer to UCSD in the fall at between 10 and 15 hours per week, which would supplement my TA-ship income. And that would be nice. I'm a bit nervous, because the grad student I talked to from my program said that she didn't know anyone who has managed to hold down another side job. But I think I need to try. If I massively screw up, the plan at this point is to practice my yoga so I can ship myself in someone's suitcase/a box and run away to New Zealand to work illegally as a WWOOFer for the rest of my life. (</sarcasm>)

Aaaaaaand, now back to the job search.

*primal scream of dear-god-let-me-find-a-freaking-job-already-PLEASE!*

The mood-lifting highlights of my week are new xkcd comics on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

Not that one should not enjoy xkcd, xkcd is fantastic. But, you know, I want to be excited about something more.

I've grown more and more anxious over the past month, and nothing is going to change unless I take proactive steps myself. Since I am apparently incapable of posting anything worthwhile at the moment, here are some lists that will make me feel better/help me organize/help me figure out what's up:

ToDo!List:
Email - Corie
Kris

Letters - S and S
D and A
L

Read - Phonological Theory: The essential readings
etc. (Godel, Escher and Bach? Ulysses? Borges Book?)

Jobs - FIND ONE. Jesus, people are so rude! I have not heard back now from three separate jobs, all of which I followed up on. What gives? Seriously? NOT cool.

Bake - Apple and Zucchini muffins (+ nuts?), Double recipe from Moosewood Cookbook (yay!)

Call - Geico, other car insurance providers
DMV re: residence, insurance question
Dad (w/ info regarding above inquiries)
Joe (good grief, just do it already!!)

Work On - DME (good grief, just do it already!!)
Music blog!!

Other List -->

What would make life totally flippin' awesome:

* Beautiful house w/ friendly roommates (note, cmoore, I am jealous! jealous! also, I miss you. *pout*)
(sub-note: I have actually agreed to take an apartment with someone from my department, a second year. She seems very nice, as does her live-in boyfriend, but I don't really know her yet so I'm a little nervous/anxious. Also, the apartment is only a year old, which is nice in terms of appliances, paint, etc., but it is also grad student housing and thus feels like a dorm more than a house which is disappointing. But less expensive. And money isn't exactly falling from the skies for me at the moment. And on-campus parking is expensive. And I get a permit for the complex's lot with my lease. Which is nice. Look, another short pseudo-sentence.)

* Greater source of income. yeah.

* More time spent reading.

* More time spent listening to music w/o being distracted by other tasks/thoughts.

* More time spent writing.

* More time spent cooking.

* Time spent speaking French with people. Miss!!!

* A garden.

* A big ol' PUPPY.

Now, to implement at least some of these. Hmmm...

ETA: But! I went running with A last night and, despite a brief episode of my reproductive organs trying to kill me, it rocked. Need to do more. More more more. Perhaps in a couple of days when I am not dying.

Dear uterus,
no babies for you!
no babies.

no.

no love,
B.

right now this very second:

While searching for jobs on craigslist, one of my search terms is 'summer', because that is perhaps that best option for me in terms of job length and season, depending on the type of job and the hours. However, more often than not that search term yields jobs with lines like the following at the end of the body inside the post:

"No summer job applicants please."

Which is fine, I mean, I realize that they need such stipulations, but it's wasting my time!

Grrrr. I suppose that's not so bad though. Not a terribly serious thing to get miffed about.

In other news, I put on a dress to run an errand today, after spending all afternoon at the beach with the littler brother. It is short, black with tiny white polka dots, faux-wrapped, and sort of va-va-voom in the bust area. Brooklyn convinced me to buy it at KOP one day a few years ago, and it is a rather attention-grabbing cut/fabric (clingy. goodness!). Anyway, I was walking to my car, and noticed that this car was sort of following me, and I thought, oh! He must want my parking space. Well, he wanted somethin', cause he pulled up to me and said "You look great in that dress." And I am 1 part flattered (compliment!) to 2 parts creeped because a middle-aged man followed me into the covered part of a parking lot to tell me I looked hot. And that's a little creepy, y/y? But it's ok. Cause it was in the day time. And he drove away when I didn't say anything. So, despite the creepy, I'm going to take that experience as a good one. And perhaps from now on I shall wear leggings with this dress.

1) I need flirting practice. Help!

2) Internet at Starbucks is a mite sketch. I'm not sure I like this thing... It seems to be working now, though, which is good.

3) I still need a job because I am bored and because 3b) I still need accommodation because 3c) my current living arrangements are making me a little batty.

4) I need to make a list of things I am trying to do/ am in the middle of doing.

5) I am a big big big nerd. Consider the following data: I was eating a bowl of ice cream, which Nonna loves and buys in multi-gallon containers. She buys it according to the fat content, because of her cholesterol problems. I noticed on the container that, though the fat content was relatively low, there were other undesirable traits of the ice cream in question, for example, the use of artificial flavoring. I began to think about the ways in which one could go around judging which ice cream to buy in the store, and wound up explaining it to myself in terms of Optimality Theory, with hierarchies of ranked constraints that would differ according to the person buying the ice cream, much like languages theoretically differ (in this school of thought) based on the different ranking levels of different constraints. Then I realized what I was doing, and went like this: *facepalm*.

6) I need to get out more.

7) I need to re-implement some sort of exercise regimen. Running and yoga would be nice. Regularly. Am feeling the need for a schedule.

Yoinked from Angel. I am for some reason on a mission to answer some of these as obnoxiously as humanly possible. May contain poor sense of humor and incredibly inconsistent punctuation. Good lord, I think I have over-caffeinated myself.

Use one word for each of the following:

1.Where is your cell phone? Bedside-table … ? (oh no, and it’s only the first one! I am such a cheating cheater.)
2. Your significant other? Prefigured
3. Your hair? Real!
4. Your mother? harried
5. Your father? cranky
6. Your favorite thing? wit
7. Your dream last night? elusive
8. Your favorite drink? water
9. Your dream/goal? interestingresearch
10. The room you're in? windowed
11. Your ex? Friend!
12. Your fear? Failure.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Employed. (gainfully.)
14. Where were you last night? Yomomma’s (again)
15. What you're not? Naked.
16. Muffins? Banana.
17. Something on your wish list? This T-Shirt.
18. Where you grew up? Califiownoisia (otherwise known as mostly Iowa.)
19. The last thing you did? Read
20. What are you wearing? freeboxsweatshirt
21. Your TV? MacBook!
22. Your pets? PUPPY!!! (much-desired, but sadly nonexistent.)
23. Your computer? Male.
24. Your life? inbetween
25. Your mood? Procrastinatory (and apparently slightly belligerent)
26. Missing someone? Totes.
27 Your car? Pimpin’ (hah)
28. Something you're not wearing? (a) Frown!
29 Favorite Store? Meeeeep (I don’t like favorites. Favorites can kiss my ass. I don’t even really have a favorite color, or a favorite song, or a favorite band. I like my choices, dammit!)
30. Your summer? anxious
31. Like someone? Neeeeuuuuu.
32. Your favorite color? Fine! Fine! Green!
33. When is the last time you laughed? … Hah!
34. Last time you cried? Vet.

Dammit, what kind of a question is that to end a … thingy? Now I am sad! Sadness! I’m going to go watch Hot Fuzz to make myself feel better.


Also, A and I are starting a music blog. Yaaay! I shall provide a link when we have a substantially engaging post, hopefully sometime in the next week?

Also also, Nonna is driving me insane but I still love her.

And I need a job.

And a living situation.

Dear financial aid, I wish you started now! Alternately, dear jobs, I wish you were available for three months or less!

After three days of driving, am in CA. At the moment, Novato with Taltal. Santa Rosa for a bit to see extended fam, San Francisco to see G (and G's play, weeee!), and C and P if they are here?

Now we are going on a very pretty walk. So I am going to go.

Bye!

Oh my gooooooood, my head hurts and I am stressed and feeling no good, no good.

Oy.

Back to packing.

And being generally irresponsible and unreliable. Boo. Boo boo boo.

Some self-hate going on at the moment, sorry. I will feel better tomorrow. But, you know, this is coming from somewhere, and I think it is time for me to re-evaluate some things going on in my life. But not now, cause I have to pack. I am leaving tomorrow morning. Was supposed to leave THIS morning. Arrrrgh.

Ok. Hey! Perhaps whatever hotel I stay in will have internet! That would rock my socks.

Later dudes.