Well, it seems that a girl can’t take a multi-month unannounced break from the boards without people commenting on her absence. Really, what is up with you people?
It was a heck of a quarter. I decided that taking nothing but linguistics courses was a brilliant and spiffy idea- that, coupled with being rush chair for my house and treasurer for the house and a few other groups just for kicks kind of left me in this big relentless haze of Indo European, typology, and my big frat geek life. At one point when attempting to write some Indo on a friend’s whiteboard all I could remember was the word for smite, which was worrying. I’m better now.
There was also excessive death, and I never was any good at February anyway. Stupid month ought to be illegal.
But now it is spring break- glorious, glorious spring. I spent the first half of it at my best friend’s house in upstate NY. Not upstate light- I’m talking “we spit and we hit Canada” upstate. She lives on a dairy farm, and I can now say that I know more about cows than I really needed to. They own Jerseys- “Why does everyone think that Holstiens are the only damn breed?” she says- and I must say that the unpasturized milk is the tasty. Sashka and I had a moment of silliness where we put the top of her car down and drove around just because it was barely warm enough to do so. It is very surreal to drive in a convertible when the fields around you are covered with snow. I felt very badass.
Today I flew back to Delaware. (There are blooming flowers here!) It’s hard to come back home nowadays- I moved out a year ago to live at school, and now I only come home now and again. I’m at that awkward transition point with my parents where they know full well that I had to leave and that I never will live at home again, but they wish that I could stay. Whenever I come home mom makes my favourite foods and we go shopping. I’m getting new shoes with her tomorrow. I’m at the point where I’m really not home enough to get into fights with them, which is kind of odd. Don’t misunderstand- I have a pretty good relationship with my parents now. It’s more that I’m not used to being the guest of honour. My brother, who is two years older, took a year off after getting his bachelors and is now deciding what grad school to go to. His college was much closer to here anyway, so they’re used to having him around. I come home for less than a week once every three months. I wish there were a better way to articulate “I had to leave” other than by saying “I had to leave” but those of you who did not grow up in small towns and do pretty much everything you could to get out of them will just have to trust me on this point.
In other news, there is a girl. Sort of. There is a girl who I soon hope will be A Girl. She’s a senior (bah)- cute, geeky physics major. In the past few weeks we have been doing things that Are Certainly Not Dates… Yet. Went to the campus greenhouse, lots of coffee, a few meals, a few movies. I made her dinner. I like her a lot. She knows this and has not thus far run screaming in terror, so I’m hoping that this will go somewhere. (Oh, and she’s wicked cute, in that geeky antisocial way- you know, that personality that screams “I have the social skills of a stoned molerat, but I’m a hell of a lot of fun.”? Yeah, that’s her.) Anyway, I shall continue my persuit when the quarter starts up again. Further bulletins as events warrant.
In other other news, one of my friends has asked me to be the maid of honor at her wedding. I’m quite thrilled, but I’m also not sure what nutty straight people do at their arcane wedding ceremonies. I’m also convinced that she’s going to force me to wear a pink frippy dress, despite her stating that the dress design is neither pink nor frippy. But I digress. What is the maid of honor supposed to do? I’m guessing that I should organize the bridal shower, but all that this really brings to mind is dragging her into an actual shower and I know that’s not right, fun as it may be.
Maybe I’m a fool, but I always look forward to the beginnings of quarters. I know that in a few weeks I’ll probably be bitter and stressed- academically next quarter is going to be difficult too- but still, it’s spring.
At any rate, I shall now return to my living room, where I will listen to Cliff Eberhart and read comic books. Because I’m on break.
(No, you don’t know me. It just seemed appropriate.)