This entire entry is all thanks to the fact that I am totally procrastinating working on a freelance project. Actually, that’s not entirely true, as I’ve been working on it for like, six hours straight, and now? My head is about to explode with the Orthopaedic stuff. I’ve got scary words floating around in my noggin right now, words like “meniscus” and also “extremity”. Of course, I didn’t really need to do that much research to write up a website but I start seeing unfamiliar words and am like a three-year-old with the “Oooh, what’s that?!” and “Why?” and also “Why?” and again with the “Why?” and then “Oooh, latin-y!” Right now, I know way too much about plantar fasciitis than I ever needed to know but alternately, think it’s vaguely cool that there’s a version of carpal tunnel syndrome that you get in your feet. IN YOUR FEET!
I am typing directly into the update window. It’s the online diary version of freeballing.
So, I graduated. Or something. I wore a robe and walked across the stage and also, sat directly behind Dr. Frank at the ceremony, which is just too hilarious for words, and really only relevant to the funny little drama that I’ve created in my head. I shouldn’t harbor so many mental nastygrams at the guy, because seriously, he was just trying to get me off his email jock (huh? never mind) and totally doesn’t remember trying to crush the fuck out of someone’s best intentions, but I still think he’s kind of a tool. Reason the first: Dr. O.Henry was at graduation too, in his Doctory finery, and before the ceremony, when we were all standing around in our vestments, trying to rock our ridiculous hats and hoods, he congratulated me and made pleasantries. Dr. Frank walked up then and, despite recognizing me as one of the English Dept Graduatees (by nature of the little hood thingy, right?) (and not to mention, someone in the writing program) (and obviously someone his boss, Dr. O.Henry knows) he did not say “Hello” or “Good morning” or even “Congratulations”. No. Instead, he just stared at me and then interupted to talk to Dr. O.Henry about… nothing! About how early it was! Also, since he was sitting in front of me, escorting one of the PhD graduates, I got to watch him DUCK OUT after he did his required escorting. That’s right, he piked on the rest of the ceremony, despite the Dean asking everyone to be respectful of the entire group of graduates and not bailing early. Bah.
This is the back of Dr. Frank’s head.
Esteban and the gang were way across the arena, but I gave him my camera with the ginormous stalkerazzi lens and he managed to snag this photo of me and the stage and the whatnot. The diploma frame? Empty. They’re mailing my papers at some point in the future. But still, it’s all official and stuff.
In other news, this is my last free weekend in, oh god, I don’t even want to think about it. This week, I’m in Florida, dealing with the people from the famous branch of my gigantic employer conglomerate. The following weekend, I’m in Las Vegas, having a wee bit of a debaucherous lost weekend with Esteban and friends. The weekend after that, is a wedding (that I, thank god, don’t have to photograph) and the weekend after that is… something or other. Then we’re into July! JULY! And I know of two weekends that are already full in July. Dub Tee Eff, people!
I just have this fear that I’m going to nod off for a second and then wake up and it’s Christmas. It could happen.
