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.