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| I haven't updated this thing in... a year and a half! Awesome.
Graduated, spent nine months letting people yell at me in Apple's employ (ping me if you ponder getting an Apple product. Trust me), then moved over to being the office manager for a store selling high-end jewelry to people with more money than sense. Good times.
In the meantime, saw Great Big Sea in concert (recent), worked on my fencing life, still with Andrew (same guy since September of 04), still chilling out.
Just baking some chicken on a long lunch break, and otherwise chilling. Hope everyone is well.
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| Right, so. Duly graduated.
Finished my last paper on Wednesday and turned it in.
Tally:
Russian 356 - 20th C. Russian Masterpieces
Two 'A' papers and one pending. Probably an 'A' in the class.
Russian 324 - Advanced Russian I
Several high 'B' test grades, all homework, two 'B' oral finals (minds
exit gutters, thank you) and an 'A' on the last oral. Probably a
high 'B,' unless there are cool points involved.
Slavic 301 - Vampires in Slavic Cultures
Fun class. Two 'A' papers, one 'A' midterm, grade on the final pending, and all quizzes aced. Probably an 'A.'
Linguistics 373 - Language and Speech in American Society
Two 'A' projects and one 'A' on the midterm, grade on the final pending, probably an 'A' overall.
Kinesiology 227 - Fieldwork in Excercise Testing
AKA Teach beginners not to hurt themselves or their opponents or their
instructors while fencing. Two hours of upper division 'A' credit.
Overall a good semester, now need a job. Add words after... well, clicking the button, really.
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| Heh. So it was just called to my attention that the last time I updated this was 11 Sept 2005.
11 Sept 2001 I was in my high school calculus classroom before school,
trying to get some studying in, trying to stay ahead of a class that I
could already tell was going to beat me into the ground. It was
my best friend Jesse who caught me that afternoon when it totally sank
in. It's definitely the clearest memory I have of an "Oh shit
that really happened," moment, and it's the most common reason I think
about returning to the Air Force. Random sidenote.
Another random sidenote - I'm graduating on Friday. BA in
Linguistics with minors in Russian and French. Yep, that's right,
I'm a cunning linguist. Then I have my last undergraduate paper
due 14 December. About the worst part of giving up ROTC was
losing the guaranteed job at the end, because now I'm in "damn I need a
job" mode. Oh well. If all else fails, I can work at HEB or
any of the hundreds of Austin coffeehouses.
Andrew (boyfriend) is doing well, we've reached all kinds of
arrangements now that we've moved in together, poly, not driving each
other nuts, various things like that. We still fence, fence well,
and now play pool, somewhat less well for want of as much
practice. Other than that, I'm not up to much. If anyone
knows of a job in the Austin area, let me know! And, as always,
for real and slightly (but only by a very slim margin) more frequent
updates, I refer you to My LiveJournal. Enjoy!
Questions, comments, smart-ass remarks? You know the drill :)
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By Yevgeny Zamyatin, Mirra Ginsburg
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Just because I never update this, the short version since I last posted:
Got thrown out of ROTC twice and quit the third time for personal
reasons. Junior year, took up fencing and met current SO.
Very flexible and not jealous and treats me like a warrior
queen-ish. It's wonderful. Turned 21 about 2 weeks ago (27
August). Not too much alcohol consumed, since it's really
overrated, but it's nice not to have to worry about it. Senior
year going good,
expecting to graduate in December with a BA in Linguistics,
concentrations in French and Russian.
Now, on to the real reason for this particular post:
#2 Texas (25) >>>>> * >>>> #4 Ohio State (22)
Ohio State choked one time too many tonight, yay!
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| Wow.
In all honesty, Thursday is a total blank for me. I have no idea
what I did. Thursday night, I had that nice lovely post about my
father, which resulted in a really really bad night's sleep. I
did decide to join Shawn Friday night ...
...for the Active Radio show at the Back Room. They were preceeded by
Two Guy Trio and then the Dirty Worms (sp?), then they came on at
2230. I turned to Shawn, asking, "Do I know the drummer?"
Apparently Seth (not Ket) hangs out at Mojo's
often enough for me to recognize him. Coolness, yo.
Random addition while entry is in progress: Aaron and Seth are both
here now, just chilling. It's cool. They're pretty cool
guys.
After, we were joined at Magnolia Cafe on SoCo for food by Jonathan and Moonwick. I was soooooooo
mellow after rocking to that show. It was great. Although,
I didn't realize there was a possiblity of a MOSH PIT breaking out, so
when it started right in front of us, I thought it was a fucking bar
fight. It was great :)
I loved that show. I had never been to a live music even in
Austin before, and I was thrilled. I can't believe I've lived
here two years and been SO limited in what I've exposed myself
to. I'm looking forward to branching out. It was also fun,
because to go to the back room, I would have looked prep left to my own
devices. So I used the punk gay man that I live with as a fashion
advisor. I wound up wearing my boot cut light blue jeans, faded
old too-small black baby tee, hair in a ponytail, chainish bracelet, my
high school class ring, Thor's Hammer pendant, light light light
makeup, and my square-toed black boots. It was good. Oh,
and Fuzzy insisted that I should tie one of his old, too-small-for-him
long-sleeve shirts around my waist, which worked out well, since it hid
both my knife and lighter and made it less obvious that I'd tucked my
Active Radio CD in the back of my jeans.
I looked pretty damn good. I was pleased. Mad hugs to Fuzzy for that.
Friday night, after the concert and Magnolia trip, Shawn dropped me off
at home, and then headed out. I went pretty much straight to bed,
and got up in time to join Elise for her graduation
lunch at Benihana's. By the way, mad thanks to Elise's mom for lunch :) It was
delicious.
Late saturday afternoon was spent making sure I implemented the lessons
learned both from watching Gautam throw parties
and my lessons from the last few parties at the LS.
1) Grab some snacks before hand.
2) Roll up the carpet.
3) Clean the bathroom.
4) Start drinking before people get there.
I did my best, although one person made it to the house before I made
it to a drink. I had made a brief HEB run earlier in the day for
sodas both to mix and drink, chips, pretzels, cookies, and candy
(especially the Jolly Ranchers!). Everyone else was supposed to
bring the alcohol, since the party planner was UNDER 21. All you
21+ people can byte me :) I rolled up the living room carpet,
cleaned the bathroom. I had just finished that when Robert showed
up, then I changed and poured myself a drink.
I meandered through the house, hostessing and stuff, then I randomly
wandered outside to find myself face to face with - three
guesses. Last we encountered this particular character in my
saga, he had just left without saying good night, and I wasn't happy
with him.
Backstory: I'd called him earlier Saturday to let him know about the
party. He said he had plans, but he'd come by after if he was
feeling up to it. Apparently we should have called him about
Kerbey, too, because he got there about 1130 and we'd all decided on
elsewhere and what not.
Random sidenote: for the precious few fridays I will be in Austin this
summer (exactly 5 fridays, on the current count), I will be going to
Kerbey around 11, 11:30 whether I expect Farah there or not. This will help avoid
confusion and make my life easier. Love you all. No more
chaos for me.
Anyway. I go out the door Saturday night, there's Steve. As
I expected, my mood took a noticeable turn for the better, even though
I didn't want to be happy to see him. I just was. So I
hesitated for a second while I thought, "Yay! Steve's here!
Wait...I'm not happy with him at the moment. So why do I feel
happy? Ah, fuckit." Proceeded to give him a hug, mention
that I hadn't seen him around much lately, etc etc. He was pretty
much my focus for the rest of the evening, which eventually worked much
to my benefit.
I played hostess for a while longer, passing out hugs to people as they
arrived, putting out little fires as necessary, etc etc etc.
Always, though, back of my mind - yeah, you know what was there.
The little-bitty schoolgirl side of me that I try to keep buried was
still jumping up and down because Steve had shown up. Anyway,
eventually some things moved inside, some things were outside, the
party was taking care of itself. I pulled out the Jolly
Ranchers. Entertainment ensued. Turns out Steve doesn't
like Watermelon (my favorite flavor). So I held off on that one,
grabbed a couple of cherry ones from the pile. Found out
that yeah, Steve wouldn't mind having an jolly rancher himself :)
And it was good.
For pretty much the rest of the evening, even though I was still
playing hostess, it was generally from a spot right next to him with
his arm around me. Which was, incidentally, right where I wanted
to be. I've already mentioned several exchanges to various
individuals, but I think my favorite is when he saw me grin at Jonathan
and says, "You're going to be grinning for a while, aren't you?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Eventually, he starts mentioning that he
should probably go home, go to sleep. I told him he could skip
the going home part, he said he might could do that, and so he
did. Sleeping next to someone new is always an interesting
night's sleep for me, it took a while to get comfortable, etc, but I
wouldn't have traded it for anything at all. So yeah. Probably one of the better nights I've spent, ever.
And now, for something completely different.
I'm worried that this is going to hurt Shawn. I mean, I know it's
not going to make him happy, but I really didn't want to hurt
him. I've made no secret of how I felt about Steve (which he
pointed out, last night), but I know that's not going to help Shawn
any. There's no help for it, I know, but if he wants to talk to
me about it, he knows where to find me. I'd go to him, except I
don't know that there's anything for me to say.
Steve left after I'd cooked breakfast for the house. He looked
really really good wiht his hair messed up and a little rough
cheeked. He may or may not be going to the Erotic Chinese Ghost
Story thing tonight, so maybe I'll see him there. There would be
worse things than watching what Jayson calls a "hilarious" porno with
the guy you're interested in, no?
I didn't get much done the rest of the day. I was so, so content
with how the night had gone, it was just good. Wound up at
Mandarin House with Fuzzy and Nolan for dinner, which didn't really
agree with me later, and then at Mojo's after picking up Nolan's bike
from John's place. Stuck around Mojo's for a bit while Jonathan natted for me, watched #g-cipher go up in flames (a
great big FUCK YOU to everyone who had a big part in that), and started
this post. I also got to spend some time talking to Chill, who I
am growing to love having around and look forward to getting to know
well.
The rest of Sunday evening just sucked. The drive home had too
many idiots. I got home and went to grill myself a burger, and
the cover had been put on the griddle while it was still filthy.
So I cleaned the griddle, made and ate my burger, went to HEB for
toilet paper and Anbesol, cleaned the griddle again along with the rest
of the stove, then went to bed still not feeling well. I think I
failed to hydrate properly after Saturday night, because I'm still
feeling dehydrated.
But despite all of that, I can still make myself smile just by
redirecting my thoughts. It's all about focus, I guess.
For the rest of today, I have a meeting at 1600 regarding my upcoming
stint training JROTC cadets. I think after that I'll go over to
the gym, put in a reasonably serious workout, then come home, shower,
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