Roll On, Roll On

Well, I am finished with my graduate school classes. I had my last on Tuesday night and I don't think I have fully grasped it just yet. We were all pretty crazed before class even started, so by the time it was over, we were bouncing off the walls. A huge group of us went to the Red Ring after, per usual, and this time the department chair and our historic preservation prof came along. We had a good time.

I finished my British Empire paper tonight. All that is left now is my British Empire final and my Art History final. After Wednesday, I will be a free woman. Can you believe it?! I really can't. What will I blog about? I pretty much only talk about school lately. Haha.

Now... I need to find a job. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

And Reruns All Become Our History

Oh holy crap. I just saw this video on Snippet & Ink and it blew me away. I like weddings and wedding related things generally, but the emotions in that video, the sheer joy, the love, was just unbelievable.

You Don't Make It Easy, Babe

It is seriously crunch time, folks. I am starting to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Tomorrow is one of the most intense days in terms of handing things in and presenting research and the like, but then it's one thing for each due date and I can totally handle that. Totally. Right. Yes.

I pretty much spent the entire weekend doing homework. It was Elle's birthday on Saturday and her parents came to visit. I felt really bad that my presence in birthday activities was minimal, but I hope we can make up for it with a roommate date when all of this nonsense is complete and I have real life again. I did get to spend some time with CLRG on Friday night. We had a few drinks and watched tv and it was really nice. I think we stayed up too late, but we made up for it by sleeping in late on Saturday. Not ideal for the homework, but very nice for cuddling purposes.

My Pookie is getting married really, really soon. Like, in three weeks. I think. The fifteenth! YIKES!!! I am very excited about it, but it is still crazy. CRAZY. She's too young to be getting married, I think. Isn't she like five years old or something? Gosh. When did she get to be almost 22? I feel so old.

Okay, back to homework. Yay.

Dreary Birds Parade Across the Dreary Sky

My dad sent me this link today in an email. I was very interested to read it. I would probably pee my pants if I made a discovery like this. Just sayin'.

Art history final essay has been handed in. Next on the agenda: historic preservation and british empire papers. Yay. I am so ridiculously excited. You really have no idea.

Madly, Madly, Madly

Ughhhhhh. I am trying to write my art history essay and it is NOT going well.

Also, I am to the point in my stress level that I must make myself an itinerary of sorts to get stuff done. It never totally works, but it helps.

I just feel very uncertain that I will make it through all of this. Boo.

It's Firefight and I Won't Run

Lately, I've been feeling like I don't want to be as involved with technology as I am. I don't mean that I don't want to have a phone or an ipod or a computer, but I really sometimes just wish I could delete my facebook profile or something and not feel totally guilty. I know that that is silly. I shouldn't be worrying about how that would make other people feel. *sigh* I think I'm just getting restless. I want this semester to be over and it feels like it will be over too soon and, at the same time, not over soon enough. I don't really understand how that works, but it totally does. Here is what I have left to do:

-art history final exam essay (4/21)
-historic preservation final paper (4/27)
-british empire research presentation (4/27)
-british empire final paper (4/30)
-british empire final exam essay (5/3)
-art history in class final exam (5/5)

Soooooo yeah. I am really excited. I spent the weekend reading art history so I can attempt to write something for this final. My professor knows what she wants the essay to be like (though we are not supposed to call it an essay) but she can't really articulate it, which concerns me.

You've Already Got Me Coming Undone

My phone has demons. The display was all weird and turned white and now won't do anything. K and I went to the Waterfront this morning to consult with the Verizon store. The ribbon wire (or something involving ribbon something) is broken. It is not fixable. I can get my contacts from it if I want. I cannot get my text messages, which is what is causing me the most sadness. I have messages on there from CLRG from right when we started dating. I saved ones that were especially cute. And now, I can apparently not get them. I used to look at those when I was feeling down and having a crappy day. I know I will get more, but I had just been thinking about how I should write down those messages and then my phone had to go and be dumb and get demons. R had an extra phone that she isn't using, so she gave that to me tonight and all I have to do is transfer my number to it. Very nice of her. I'm just sad about it. Stupid phone. Rest in peace. :o(

Be Still

So, last week, when I was at a catering job for work, I texted Wifers and told her that I wanted to read Harry Potter. Since she couldn't provide me with the actual book, she provided me with a version to read, drawing from Wizard People. Haha. Anyway, it made me laugh, so I thought I would post it here:

"Once upon a time, there was Dumbledore and Hardcastle McCormick. They saved Master P from Roast Beefy O'Weefy and Saltporker. So Master P goes to school with Harmony and Ronnie the Bear." *The End.*

Beautiful, isn't it?

It is raining here this morning. I am not very excited about it. The tree I can see from my bedroom window has the little green buds on it, and I can see a few leaves peeking out. I'm excited about the trees and flowers all blooming. The rain helps with that, so I can't totally hate it.

Wake Me Up, I've Been Dreaming

Well, it is close enough that I can tell you that there is less than a month until I am a Master of Public History. Starting next week, I have final type things due. And then it continues until the 5th, when everything will be handed in and I can breathe.

And then there is Pookie wedding stuff. I am not going to be able to be present for her bachelorette party, though I will organize it. I will be taking care of inviting people and all of that. I so wish I could go, but it really isn't realistic to think that I could spend time, especially now that it is crunch time, driving to Mt. P. Boo and Hiss. Rawr. In other news, my madre told me last night that Al's mom got them a limo for the wedding. And them basically means the wedding party, so heyyyyyy. Limo time!

I have to work at noon. I don't really want to go. I never really want to go. Blah.

We Fought a Silent War in the Hardware Store

I am just so tired. All of the time.

*sigh*

The Clouds Are All On Fire

As it gets closer to the end of the end of the semester, the end of graduate school and the beginning of actual real life, I have been thinking about what I am excited to do with my time once it is not consumed by reading and writing and research. I am looking forward to:

-reading non-school books
-painting my nails (presuming that I get a real job, that is... the factory doesn't allow that)
-taking photos
-getting a subscription to ancestry.com
-not having a homework to do list

Those are just a few things. There are many more that I can't really recall right now. *sigh* It's going to be nice.

P.S. If you know the job fairy, could you send her to my house?

You're Obsessed With Stars

Does anyone even read this anymore? Sometimes I don't think so. I know my dad reads it (Hello, Dadders!), but I don't know about anyone else. I guess not many people read it to begin with, though. And, knowing that people do or do not read it probably won't change the way I write, but sometimes I'm just curious.

My neck hurts. I want this art history paper to just be DONE. Argh.

All The Other Girls Here Are Stars, You Are The Northern Lights

I am writing a paper about this painting for art history. Well, I am supposed to be writing a paper about this. I will write it tomorrow, I do believe. I was talking with Wifers tonight and she offered to write it for me. Here is her composition:

"In this painting, T. Jefferson looks slightly like Christopher Lloyd. His hair looks electrocuted, which is fitting because he was a contemporary of Ben Franklin. His gaze is to the right, proving that he was, indeed, a Republican... and therefore must die. His kerchief hearkens back to olden days of old, when people wore kerchiefs. Not like today when kerchiefs are only worn by Ren Faire nerds and Cub Scouts. Please note the popped collar, indicating that Jefferson launched hipster culture for the 1700s. And his influence is still felt in fashion, culture and politics today!"

A+, if I do say so myself.

You Will Shelter Me, My Love, and I Will Shelter You

Have I mentioned that I really, really cannot wait until this semester is over? I mean it. I can't wait. I wake up every day feeling just as tired as I felt when I went to bed. I am feeling stretched impossibly thin. Blah.

CLRG and I went to the very last Johnstown Chiefs game ever on Saturday. It was a sad time. We hung out with his parents, though, which was nice. It was a pretty good time. :o) Easter was low-key this year. CLRG and I just hung out at his place, watching Kitchen Nightmares and eating pizza. It was nice to just relax together.

Okay, back to reading and writing. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.