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Jun. 13th, 2002 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
like_a_clownSo...let's see.
I've been hanging out with this one girl lately. She's pretty neat--she's into music, graduating with an art history degree, puts herself through school, very witty, etc. We have tons in common. We're "dating," now. I wonder how this will end up. In any event, I have much fun with her, and look forward to knowing her better.
I got all my finals done. I am virtually certain of an A in Tourney's class, I think I may have a shot at an A in Mashey's class (he did volunteer, unbidden, to write me a letter of recommendation), I think I did respectably well in Craft's class (given that that paper was worth 100% of my grade, I suspect he'll go SOMEWHAT easy on me), and I passed my Anthro class (I graded against the key that he posted and I got the "P" in the class by two multiple choice answers on the final. Talk about the skin of your teeth...and the reason why I flaked on the test so hard is a story for another time). So now I'm staring graduation in the face, and it's pretty damned surreal.
Graduation, then. I get to go walk on Sunday, and many friends will be there. I am SO loved. And I'm not being facetious at all.
A nice graduation present I appear to be on the verge of getting: Andy Schuette and Jim Farr, as far as I can gather, intend to keep me on as a real writer for the Voice. Freelance or part-time staff writer...I'm not sure which, but I'm about to become a professional journalist. I never thought I'd do this, especially not this soon. And the next-best part: no retail/techie/food/temp job for the summer!
Tomorrow, I go to DB to wash my car, hang with the family, pick up stuff, drop off more stuff, and generally chill out for an evening. Ravinder graduates Saturday morning. I think I'm going; then I get to drive right back up here, almost right after, to set up for the festivities of Saturday night. These will likely include England VS. Denmark at 2 a.m. at the Press Room. If Ben and Lauren are up, that is.
Sunday, I walk. Holy shit.
Monday, I drive to DB for Lauren's get-together. Richie, you're invited; I keep forgetting to tell you. It's in the evening, so perhaps you could stop by on your way to Tiffany's?
Tuesday, I go back up here. I get to talk to Andy Schuette. I'm excited, and this excitement belies my entire lack of jadedness. I don't give a flying fuck :)
Thursday, I go to DB again for Jenny's graduation. I dunno whether I shall leave Wed. night or Thu. morning, but I must be there.
Friday I come up; Monday I start summer school and perhaps my job. I certainly hope that this works out in accordance with my little hunch.
So yes. My life is fucking phenomenal right now. Now if only I got out with my buddies a bit more, it'd be near-perfect. :)
I've been hanging out with this one girl lately. She's pretty neat--she's into music, graduating with an art history degree, puts herself through school, very witty, etc. We have tons in common. We're "dating," now. I wonder how this will end up. In any event, I have much fun with her, and look forward to knowing her better.
I got all my finals done. I am virtually certain of an A in Tourney's class, I think I may have a shot at an A in Mashey's class (he did volunteer, unbidden, to write me a letter of recommendation), I think I did respectably well in Craft's class (given that that paper was worth 100% of my grade, I suspect he'll go SOMEWHAT easy on me), and I passed my Anthro class (I graded against the key that he posted and I got the "P" in the class by two multiple choice answers on the final. Talk about the skin of your teeth...and the reason why I flaked on the test so hard is a story for another time). So now I'm staring graduation in the face, and it's pretty damned surreal.
Graduation, then. I get to go walk on Sunday, and many friends will be there. I am SO loved. And I'm not being facetious at all.
A nice graduation present I appear to be on the verge of getting: Andy Schuette and Jim Farr, as far as I can gather, intend to keep me on as a real writer for the Voice. Freelance or part-time staff writer...I'm not sure which, but I'm about to become a professional journalist. I never thought I'd do this, especially not this soon. And the next-best part: no retail/techie/food/temp job for the summer!
Tomorrow, I go to DB to wash my car, hang with the family, pick up stuff, drop off more stuff, and generally chill out for an evening. Ravinder graduates Saturday morning. I think I'm going; then I get to drive right back up here, almost right after, to set up for the festivities of Saturday night. These will likely include England VS. Denmark at 2 a.m. at the Press Room. If Ben and Lauren are up, that is.
Sunday, I walk. Holy shit.
Monday, I drive to DB for Lauren's get-together. Richie, you're invited; I keep forgetting to tell you. It's in the evening, so perhaps you could stop by on your way to Tiffany's?
Tuesday, I go back up here. I get to talk to Andy Schuette. I'm excited, and this excitement belies my entire lack of jadedness. I don't give a flying fuck :)
Thursday, I go to DB again for Jenny's graduation. I dunno whether I shall leave Wed. night or Thu. morning, but I must be there.
Friday I come up; Monday I start summer school and perhaps my job. I certainly hope that this works out in accordance with my little hunch.
So yes. My life is fucking phenomenal right now. Now if only I got out with my buddies a bit more, it'd be near-perfect. :)
