2 letters in, 2 + NSF to go...
Santa Cruz: I'm in!!!! Moneywise, they've offered a full ride for the first year (yay!), and after that I have to start fighting with everybody else for TA jobs and all that bizniz. But this means that I have the clear and available possibility of starting a totally awesome phd program next year without adding one more nasty cent to my already overwhelming debt. Yay!
Berkeley: They're bitches!!!!
Davis: Yay! Not only am I in, they're providing up to $800 for travel expenses to come visit. Which I was going to do anyways... but, you know, slipped the plane ticket onto my mom's credit card along with the grandparent visit. so that's awesome. UCSC also offered me (less) money for visiting, so I figure I can eat at real restaurants and such instead of doing the bread n cheese travel plan. alRIGHT.
UW: also bitches.
50% average overall... and into my first choice. so, a lot better than the last time around, eh? eh.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Febru
OK. At long last, I think I have enough of a pile of procrastinatible-homework (minus the crazy stress that was plaguing me the past few weeks that made me actually do said homework) that I can actually get to a blog post. It's such a delicate balance...
Anyways, it's been crazy times lately. Hard times, even. I was feeling pretty shitty since getting back from my trip to Toronto, but I feel like maybe now things are starting to turn around, which is nice. Dealing with some shit with mercedes helped (hi! love ya!), starting to exercise and taking two different yoga classes is definitely helping, and spending a random weekend in new york also made things gooderfied. So, that's good. I'm still carrying a little edge of ickiness feeling around with me, but it's better, not overwhelming the way it was feeling before.
So, yes. In the style of megan, here is a picture of me, RIGHT NOW:
As you can see, I am not in the usual picture taking locale of my desk/bedroom (seen in all pictures of myself visible lower on the blog), but am instead - crazy! - actually sitting out in the living room, because it is a lovely sunny day, and there is nice light and plants and stuff out here.
I just got back from the aforementioned trip to new york about an hour ago... it consisted of a (lame) random date on friday night, then time spent with one of my oldest friends from toronto, who's hopping around the states doing auditions for dance master's programs. Pretty crazy.
The date was a CL dude, not one who had anything to do with the previous post, but was a completely different ad that I responded to because he sounded just about perfect: socially/politically progressive (including queer politics/awareness), not looking for a serious or monogamous relationship, smart, etc etc. He fit all the categories that I might think of in terms of good date, except that it became apparent to me within about 20-30 minutes of the date that he took himself far too seriously, and was also kind of boring. I mean, we had dinner, got a beer, went to a play, and did a whole lot of walking around... a total of maybe a 5 or 6 hour date, and I can't remember him once making me laugh.
problem.
So, that was a bust. I had trouble figuring out exactly how to let him down, because he was friendly/nice enough, and I enjoyed the play and generally had an ok time, so it wasn't like he was a gross dude that I wanted to get rid of. He was just menh. menh squared. So eventually after a couple thoroughly unexciting kisses (I gave him a chance to have great physical chemistry, even if the other stuff wasn't there) I sort of awkwardly pulled away and left him to comment "I'm feeling more of a friend vibe from you." Ok, sure. I wasn't about to correct him: "actually, my friends tend to have senses of humor."
C'est la vie. I hopped on a bus out to Teoma's hotel in jersey, leaving mr. dude to be banished to the "blocked" zone of my gmail chat forever.
Teoma and I spent yesterday doing very new yawk tourist kind of things - we went to a broadway show (and sat ON stage - crazy. Kind of awesome and kind of lame), wandered around central park for a long time... then went to a happy hour and got kinda drunk and had the kind of awesome conversation that sometimes happens in the presence of alcohol... we've known each other for EVER and have always had a friendship based on growing up together, but in some ways that meant our relationship hasn't changed that much as adults. Oh, how a little alchy can break down those barriers. It was fun.
Until Teoma declared herself to be quite drunk, and we decided to move on to dinner... at which point, on the walk from the bar to an awesome afgani restaurant I knew a block away, it became clear that she was more than comfortably drunk. So the rest of the evening was spent trying to keep her semi-conscious while we were in public, directing her puke to appropriate receptacles, and getting us both back to the hotel with our now to-go food.
Hilarious.
I got rides to and from the city with jed, who had his computer stolen from the trunk of his car when it was parked in brooklyn. Actually, it was the school's/his boss's computer. And not recently backed up. whoops!!!! So he wasn't in the best of moods on the ride home...
And now I'm back to ye olde grinde. I have some reading to do tonight, but nothing so pressing that I won't be able to smoke a little pot and watch some computer-tv later, which is my favorite anti-social activity.
The only lame thing is that I have sort of returned with a total lack of trust/interest in internet dates, since this one "looked" so good, and then turned out so not good. I feel like my standards for humanity are too high, so I'm back to just being stuck in a series of mutually-flirtatious relationships that are never going anywhere. And no prospects for meeting new people.
Oh. Well. At least I get to hit seattle on my grad school tour in march, and can probably expect to sleep with bill. What a hilarious thing to be looking forward to. A sign of the times.
Anyways, it's been crazy times lately. Hard times, even. I was feeling pretty shitty since getting back from my trip to Toronto, but I feel like maybe now things are starting to turn around, which is nice. Dealing with some shit with mercedes helped (hi! love ya!), starting to exercise and taking two different yoga classes is definitely helping, and spending a random weekend in new york also made things gooderfied. So, that's good. I'm still carrying a little edge of ickiness feeling around with me, but it's better, not overwhelming the way it was feeling before.
So, yes. In the style of megan, here is a picture of me, RIGHT NOW:
As you can see, I am not in the usual picture taking locale of my desk/bedroom (seen in all pictures of myself visible lower on the blog), but am instead - crazy! - actually sitting out in the living room, because it is a lovely sunny day, and there is nice light and plants and stuff out here.
I just got back from the aforementioned trip to new york about an hour ago... it consisted of a (lame) random date on friday night, then time spent with one of my oldest friends from toronto, who's hopping around the states doing auditions for dance master's programs. Pretty crazy.
The date was a CL dude, not one who had anything to do with the previous post, but was a completely different ad that I responded to because he sounded just about perfect: socially/politically progressive (including queer politics/awareness), not looking for a serious or monogamous relationship, smart, etc etc. He fit all the categories that I might think of in terms of good date, except that it became apparent to me within about 20-30 minutes of the date that he took himself far too seriously, and was also kind of boring. I mean, we had dinner, got a beer, went to a play, and did a whole lot of walking around... a total of maybe a 5 or 6 hour date, and I can't remember him once making me laugh.
problem.
So, that was a bust. I had trouble figuring out exactly how to let him down, because he was friendly/nice enough, and I enjoyed the play and generally had an ok time, so it wasn't like he was a gross dude that I wanted to get rid of. He was just menh. menh squared. So eventually after a couple thoroughly unexciting kisses (I gave him a chance to have great physical chemistry, even if the other stuff wasn't there) I sort of awkwardly pulled away and left him to comment "I'm feeling more of a friend vibe from you." Ok, sure. I wasn't about to correct him: "actually, my friends tend to have senses of humor."
C'est la vie. I hopped on a bus out to Teoma's hotel in jersey, leaving mr. dude to be banished to the "blocked" zone of my gmail chat forever.
Teoma and I spent yesterday doing very new yawk tourist kind of things - we went to a broadway show (and sat ON stage - crazy. Kind of awesome and kind of lame), wandered around central park for a long time... then went to a happy hour and got kinda drunk and had the kind of awesome conversation that sometimes happens in the presence of alcohol... we've known each other for EVER and have always had a friendship based on growing up together, but in some ways that meant our relationship hasn't changed that much as adults. Oh, how a little alchy can break down those barriers. It was fun.
Until Teoma declared herself to be quite drunk, and we decided to move on to dinner... at which point, on the walk from the bar to an awesome afgani restaurant I knew a block away, it became clear that she was more than comfortably drunk. So the rest of the evening was spent trying to keep her semi-conscious while we were in public, directing her puke to appropriate receptacles, and getting us both back to the hotel with our now to-go food.
Hilarious.
I got rides to and from the city with jed, who had his computer stolen from the trunk of his car when it was parked in brooklyn. Actually, it was the school's/his boss's computer. And not recently backed up. whoops!!!! So he wasn't in the best of moods on the ride home...
And now I'm back to ye olde grinde. I have some reading to do tonight, but nothing so pressing that I won't be able to smoke a little pot and watch some computer-tv later, which is my favorite anti-social activity.
The only lame thing is that I have sort of returned with a total lack of trust/interest in internet dates, since this one "looked" so good, and then turned out so not good. I feel like my standards for humanity are too high, so I'm back to just being stuck in a series of mutually-flirtatious relationships that are never going anywhere. And no prospects for meeting new people.
Oh. Well. At least I get to hit seattle on my grad school tour in march, and can probably expect to sleep with bill. What a hilarious thing to be looking forward to. A sign of the times.
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