Andee from the internet.

So one of the activities planned for today was seeing the senior class dean at Smith about my readmission process. I was seriously nervous, as she is an entirely new dean (the old one I had been working with retired about a year ago) and wasn't sure how I was going to have to act, plus I was already flustered by having got there just barely on time (where the hell did I put my bike lock? *sigh*) I'm not sure what I was expecting, but certainly not this sweet little old lady in a business suit who actually found great humor in my "I'm allergic to tree sperm" observation. Anyway, once I got into her office, most of my initial intimidation went away and I spent the next half hour summing up my shockingly large student file (hard evidence that I had gone through just about every dean present) and what exactly I had been doing with myself for the past three years. Overall, I think she liked me - I certainly seemed to make her laugh a lot, or at least made her forget the amount of post commencement paperwork that was strewn about her desk.

Unfortunately, I have missed a major deadline for returning in the fall - I can't get my medical interview until Health Services reopens in the September, as they have just shut down for the summer. D'oh! I am strangely not upset about this; I had suspected that I had missed something along the way during the move and the job hellaciousness, and had even formulated a backup plan of heading back into the UMass trenches for a class or two, depending on what I can afford. Doesn't hurt to beef up my pitiful transcript some. In the meantime, I have another little white readmission form to fill out (*sigh*) and fighting with the UMass registrar's office for my transcipt to look forward to. Whoo-doggies. The guy at the Registrar's office actually was really helpful about all the stuff I needed to do though - his name was Adam and according to Dean Houser, did the Registrar's office thing by day and was a musician by night. He also bore a striking resemblance to an acquaintance of mine, down to having the nose ring in the right place. Meg Yardley, if you're by any chance reading this, I think you have a lost twin brother somewhere. Oh, and by the way, hi.

I pedaled back home after doing the college hall meringue (I'm tired of cha cha) being very amused by the Dean's factoid about how in order to keep gardens and lawns neat, people who care about such things started planting more male trees. Granted they don't drop as many pods and flowers, but think about it. I'm allergic to tree pollen. And what happens if there are more male trees around? That's why our allergies are getting worse, people, we're paying for the neatness of The Man's lawns. Crikey.

Anyway, progress towards the eventual finish of my college career seems to have been made. I'm a little discouraged that I may have to wait four more months, but as long as I get the hell out of Smith with my little yellow get-out-of-college-with-degree card next May, what does it matter?

End of hell week. Still mostly here, a little bruised for the wear, but still good. Kinda like a dropped tomato.

Many things crappy. Job is killing me. It must stop. Had a fit of angst ridden hysteria as I cut through Smith on the way to work this morning, a fit that sundart managed to alleviate somewhat on the way home. Mostly just graduation angst, as seeing the Quad all set up for yet another graduation left me with the ghosts of bagpipes in my ears and the memory of seeing everyone I knew and cared about march up there in their maquiladora black without me. Three years later, another Reunion coming and soon to be gone, still no yellow piece of expensive paper covered with highly pretentious latin for me. Much angst followed, much wondering if I had indeed accomplished anything over the past three years or if I've been just wanking myself this whole time. sundart seems to think I have. (Accomplished somenthing, not spent the whole time wanking. Or perhaps both? heh heh) My little voices disagree. Anyway, one of the major things that were upsetting me as the fact that if by some miracle I do finish up next year, I won't be graduating with anyone I know, I'll be pretty much all by myself, as the three classes under me that I would have known will have all come and gone by then. sundart essentially just looked at me like I was either about to explode or I was insane and said something to the effect of "Well. We're just going to have to throw the world's biggest party then, right?" Which did make me feel a little better, but being three blocks away from campus while the very audible festivities are going on this weekend is going to be . . . interesting. Oh well, at least there will be fireworks, and we'll have a shot in hell of seeing them this year. I'll just have to refrain from mowing down ancient alumnae on my bike.

In other news, things are fucked up elsewhere. Though we're mostly done with getting the old apartment shipshape for Maladjusted Lintball I still have a few assignments. sundart and I actually had to talk to her when she came up to say hello and ask us about some stuff. Ew. Thank you, I've done my community outreach for the weekend. Ugh. Meanwhile, beatgoddess and I had a discussion/processing session/weirdness late last night about what bugs us about the other that didn't seem to actually resolve anything, and things are still weird 24 hours later. Would like to talk about it, but general mood of hating the world and everyone in it is not the right attitude with which to march up into a discussion. So, maybe after friggin' reunion weekend.

Let's see, anything else going wrong? Ah yes . . .

More issues have reached up to bite us computer wise - the F: drive is no longer recognizing DVDs. Must fix at some point, if possible. One trusted hardware geek says it's probably the hardware failing, the other says the software got fucked up somehow. Going to have to test out some stuff to figure out what real problem is. While I'm at it, I should order a replacement for the video card . . .

Stepped on the sharp end of a hammer a little while ago, and cut my foot directly in the center of the ball, right where all my weight goes when I step. It stings like fuck. Walking is going to be interesting for a while.

Been brooding lately upon subject of two friends having hollywood divorce and my reactions to that. Decided I need to write a letter to both of them rather than having thoughts rattling around in my head and driving me crazy. Don't want to start letter, as it is going to be masterpiece of angst, but am feeling really awkward in situation and see no other way of resolving it. Am really scared as I love both of these guys like sisters and don't want either of them to disown me, which I would be worried about anyway even if there wasn't a chance of that happening. I guess it's the fear that bad things will happen if I let someone see what I really think or feel. Bleh. *looks for nearest available rock to hide under.*

On the bright side:

• Allergies seem to be settling down just a little.
  
• There is MST3K on tomorrow morning.
  
• There is Samurai Jack on tomorrow night, and damn it, I'm not going to miss it this time! It's been waaaaaay too long since my last Jack fix. *drool*
  
• The dumb boy cat, even though he is annoying as fuck some days, seems to like me a whole lot.
  
• I really did enjoy the Matrix last night, though a few things here and there bothered me about it. Then again the first one wasn't without its flaws (I thought the bit where Trinity's kiss brings Neo back to life cheezy as hell and still cringe at the bit of dialogue immediately preceding), but I still love it like crazy. I think I need to see Reloaded a couple more times, for the Burly Brawl, the Freeway, the Merovigian, the Twins, and the underground Zion rave. ( comment for harinezumi [quasi-spoilers] )
  
  
• The fifth Harry Potter will be out next month. Got a copy reserved at spacecrime already. Can't wait.
  
  So . . . not all bad. But will be limping around for a while.
  
  Sleep is good.