- I am mostly packed. I still have to pack my kitchen stuff, the remains of my bathroom and linen closet stuff, and my dress clothes that need to not be folded.
- I have a huge stack of things I want to give away: probably about 30 books (I want to try to sell them, but I don't know when I'll do that; I may end up just hanging onto them, in which case, I still have about 30 books to pack), 2 and a half trash bags full of clothes (I think my roommate is going to be sweet enough to take them to the Salvation Army with her stuff), and several trinkety things, like stationary sets and file holders and stuff.
- My cats are freaking out, and Sam has awoken me every morning at 6, which is fine if I have to be at work at 8:30, but not if I didn't get to sleep until 1:00 and planned on sleeping in.
- I have not written in my blog much lately. This is partly a function of my busy-ness, and partly a function of an unpleasant visitor to my myspace page. If it's you, you know who you are. I don't understand some people. These are my thoughts. I honestly don't mind sharing them with friends and total strangers. Even enemies are welcome to read; that's how little I guard this type of intimacy. However, why would an enemy threaten to sue me for mentioning him in an entry? Am I not allowed to think bad things about him? Further, am I not allowed to write about things he's done? First, it doesn't make any difference (I can't imagine that any friends he has would read my blog). Second, he's the one who acted like a dick, and now I have to pretend he didn't? Shouldn't he just have thought about that long ago? I can think of countless stories that I imagine people could tell about me that would be less than flattering, but I'm not going to threaten litigation to keep them under wraps! Third, everyone who knows him can't help but know he's an asshole, so it's not like I'm telling people who happen to know him something they didn't know already.
- My dissertation is coming along nicely. My committee is all going to be out of the country by the beginning of next week, which I think is a strange coincidence. One of them is only gone for a week, one is gone for the rest of the summer, one is gone until next summer, and the one who has not actually agreed to be on my committee yet will be returning in a couple of weeks. At least my committee members are worldly, and recognize the importance of getting out of Atlanta once in a while.
- I can't wait for Vegas though. I am very much looking forward to my trip!!! Then when I get back I may be going to Six Flags finally. This is funny. I want to ride roller coasters so bad; I've really been thinking a lot about it lately. And yet, my life of late feels pretty much like a constant roller coaster ride. So, why do I need to pay $50 for the experience? I guess because roller coasters make you feel totally vulnerable and out of control, but only for a very short period of time. Afterwards, you can stand back and look up at the ride and go, "I did that. And now I want some funnel cake." Whereas in my life lately, I have been waiting and waiting for the end of the ride, but around each corner just come more and more loops and hills. I really want that funnel cake.
charity :)
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