Monday, March 05, 2007
don't tell.
i've been goofing off. there was this marathon study day after i got back in which i (mostly, with gaps) caught up, and then . . .
and then it was like i broke my studyer. i'm downloading music, i'm addressing our ridiculously late save-the-date cards, i'm watching back episodes of television dramas on the computer. i've decided just to go with it. this is probably the last week this is possible, and my brain may be mustering forces under the cover of laxity. first revision of my master's project is due after we get back from spring break. which means if i didn't work on it last week, this week's a bastard--because you know once my plane lands in seattletown, it's weddingweddingwedding until i fall down.
writing the paper might actually come as a relief, but i'm not counting on getting any of it done.
school news: UCLA says yes. officially. in a weird way, at first; rather than a welcomey email from the faculty i got an auto-reponse from the robot who monitors the online application system saying a decision had been made on my file. which, i thought: crap. i didn't get in. but when i logged in to check there was a real admissions letter and everything. no peep followed from the actual faculty for a week, which was odd, but they did eventually confirm (and welcome) and are in the process of deciding funding. the chair asked me to advise them about where i was in my decision-making process as they try to juggle the money.
i feel like every step closer i get is a non-step. first, i didn't know what the invitation to california "meant;" now i'm officially accepted, but won't know if i can actually go until they get back to me about the money. i'm tired.
we are both having a little trepidation about moving to the los angeles. it's just new and weird, and what is it going to be like if L.A. actor hell turns out to be something he can't stand? plus: moving. remember moving? i would kind of rather eat glass.
maybe we'll love it. maybe we'll get a dog. maybe i'll get in to UW and they'll give me a million dollars and we'll just have to go back to seattle.
on my last night of goof, we ordered in sushi and the monkey picked up sake on his way home and we canoodled on the couch after the simpsons. we laughed until my guts hurt. we are getting married, and not just a little bit. some times it just knocks my socks off.
and then it was like i broke my studyer. i'm downloading music, i'm addressing our ridiculously late save-the-date cards, i'm watching back episodes of television dramas on the computer. i've decided just to go with it. this is probably the last week this is possible, and my brain may be mustering forces under the cover of laxity. first revision of my master's project is due after we get back from spring break. which means if i didn't work on it last week, this week's a bastard--because you know once my plane lands in seattletown, it's weddingweddingwedding until i fall down.
writing the paper might actually come as a relief, but i'm not counting on getting any of it done.
school news: UCLA says yes. officially. in a weird way, at first; rather than a welcomey email from the faculty i got an auto-reponse from the robot who monitors the online application system saying a decision had been made on my file. which, i thought: crap. i didn't get in. but when i logged in to check there was a real admissions letter and everything. no peep followed from the actual faculty for a week, which was odd, but they did eventually confirm (and welcome) and are in the process of deciding funding. the chair asked me to advise them about where i was in my decision-making process as they try to juggle the money.
i feel like every step closer i get is a non-step. first, i didn't know what the invitation to california "meant;" now i'm officially accepted, but won't know if i can actually go until they get back to me about the money. i'm tired.
we are both having a little trepidation about moving to the los angeles. it's just new and weird, and what is it going to be like if L.A. actor hell turns out to be something he can't stand? plus: moving. remember moving? i would kind of rather eat glass.
maybe we'll love it. maybe we'll get a dog. maybe i'll get in to UW and they'll give me a million dollars and we'll just have to go back to seattle.
on my last night of goof, we ordered in sushi and the monkey picked up sake on his way home and we canoodled on the couch after the simpsons. we laughed until my guts hurt. we are getting married, and not just a little bit. some times it just knocks my socks off.
