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How long can I go?

This is the second day in a row that I have gone ALL day, which means 12 hours, without speaking.

No, it’s not a religious thing.

No one is around. NO ONE.  Yesterday I said goodbye to  C as she left for work, and didn’t speak until she called to tell me she was on her way home. Today is the same thing. Though, granted, I did talk to A this morning.

Even the cat is asleep somewhere, or I would talk to her.

So, I work instead. And look for a job. And clean. But honestly, I would rather be talking.

When I was a kid

Listen, I had a weird childhood. I don’t mind saying that and I don’t think my parents will begrudge me this opinion. They were there, they should know. First of all, I should mention that my father is a professional magician. That means that I grew up with some different concepts in my day to day life that other people were not privy to. Let me break these down for you:

My dork level just went up a few points

I think it’s fair to say that I am a fan of the Harry Potter series. I don’t mind, I’m not ashamed of it. What’s bad, though, is when on two of my syllabi this semester I saw the term “squib,” I automatically jumped to the definition given by Rowling which is, you know, a non-magical person of magical parentage. Feel free to mock me for knowing that. Apparently in the world of graduate studies, it is a term used to refer to a short paper. Okey-dokey!

This barely qualifies as a post

It’s Sunday, I’m feeling lazy.  I just ate a frozen pizza and I’m kind of regretting that.

I’ve also been thinking about what I’m doing with my life.  Going to grad school is great and all, and I’m glad that I’ll be getting a masters, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it once I’m done.  I wanted to be a dialect coach, but I don’t know how feasible that is.  I’m still attracted to advertising, only because I find it enjoyable to play with the connotation of words.  Oh, lord, am I actually expected to have a plan?  I’ll be 29 this year, am I supposed to be an adult by now?  I don’t feel like one, not at all.  Maybe it’s because I’m surrounded by 22-year-olds in my classes.

Friends of mine reading this will be happy to know that the thing I was waiting for and wanting for months finally happened.  It makes me slightly nervous to realize that it happened on leap day, the one day that takes the longest amount of time to come back around, because it might jinx the whole thing and so instead of going another 7 months maybe it would take another 4 years.  That is just too depressing to contemplate.

Also, I got a haircut on Friday.  It’s much shorter and it was very confusing during the first post-cut shampooing.

I told you this post wouldn’t amount to much.  I’m watching Stranger Than Fiction (a favorite movie of mine) as I type and I don’t have much to report.  But I am making cannelloni again tonight, so the recipe post for that will soon be augmented with pictures!

Jumping on the bandwagon

What the hell, I decided to get a blog that doesn’t exist on myspace. I’m going to use this to post writing what I might otherwise lose (it happens a lot) and random musings on life, love, school, cats, and alcohol. No one will ever read this, probably, and that’s just fine with me. If you happen to land here, look around. Send me a message. When I’m not busy trying to be a good little grad student I’m just online looking around at blogs anyway.