So, it's been a while, eh? Not that anyone is out there. Oh well, it matters not because writing should be an exercise that one does for one's own enjoyment. Ha!
I had a procedure done on Wednesday (10/7). It was the second attempt at correcting the problems I've been having for almost a year and a half now. I felt pretty much like shit on Wednesday. Mostly, I slept, thankfully. I managed to make it to class Wednesday night. My doctor said that it would be okay to go, but she would sign a note for me if I wanted her to. I really wanted to go to class. What does that say about me?
Thursday was even worse, I think. I was cramping something fierce. I do not like that feeling. Not at all. I was eating ibuprofen like candy for most of the day. The best thing I can say is that I made it through. Eating something warm was ever so helpful.
Today, well....today I have hope. I had energy for the first time in a long time. My insides feel much better. I don't hurt and I haven't taken anything all day. Most amazingly, I chased my cat around the house today. Running. I want to believe that it's all better. I really do.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Joe Popularity
It seems that I have some kind of sign on my forehead that suggests that the reader invite me out to coffee or something today. It's weird. I can go weeks without talking to another human being outside of Dave or maybe one of my nephews, online, but today I got three invitations.
#1- a chick from school. She's a grad student and a TA. I'm not sure why she wants to get coffee, but she asked. Seriously, this one really befuddles me. We have not had any classes together, we aren't scheduled to TA for the same professor next semester...I have no idea what this is about.
#2- my smokin-hot, belly dancer friend invited me to grab some supper with her tonight. I think this was just an opportunity to ask about my vacation and how stuff was going. It was good to talk to her. She's a smart girl and fun to talk to.
#3- another online girl. This time, it's from plentyoffish.com. I can't even remember the last time I signed on to that, but this woman messaged me, asking me to meet for coffee. What the hell, right? I mean, C threw no sparks, so I'm still looking for that sort of thing.
The really funny part about all of these invitations? I don't drink coffee.
#1- a chick from school. She's a grad student and a TA. I'm not sure why she wants to get coffee, but she asked. Seriously, this one really befuddles me. We have not had any classes together, we aren't scheduled to TA for the same professor next semester...I have no idea what this is about.
#2- my smokin-hot, belly dancer friend invited me to grab some supper with her tonight. I think this was just an opportunity to ask about my vacation and how stuff was going. It was good to talk to her. She's a smart girl and fun to talk to.
#3- another online girl. This time, it's from plentyoffish.com. I can't even remember the last time I signed on to that, but this woman messaged me, asking me to meet for coffee. What the hell, right? I mean, C threw no sparks, so I'm still looking for that sort of thing.
The really funny part about all of these invitations? I don't drink coffee.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
"coffee"
I had a coffee date with a girl today. We could call it a blind date because I had never met her before, but it wasn't a set-up. My therapist, Bob, recommended about a year ago that I give Chemistry.com a whirl. I've met people via the internet before...my friend, Carla, and I met in an AOL chatroom more than ten years ago. But, I've never had a love connection online before. So, this coffee date was kind of an unknown. A new frontier.
She was a lovely girl. I'll call her C. We met at Mimi's Cafe in Lewisville. I'd been there once with my roommate, Dave. It's not a bad place, they have food for anyone's tastes, really. It's like La Madeline's without a) the French atmosphere and 2) the emotional baggage that I now associate with that place. So, I suggested it because it was someplace that I knew where it was and that was not too formal and stiff.
I guess it went well. She wants to get together again. We just sat and talked for almost two hours. But, there were no sparks. I don't know if I was expecting any. I just know that the last "first date" that I went on ended with an invitation to go home with her (I didn't go. I had Spanish homework.). This was not that kind of date. Oh well, back to the drawing board, I guess.
She was a lovely girl. I'll call her C. We met at Mimi's Cafe in Lewisville. I'd been there once with my roommate, Dave. It's not a bad place, they have food for anyone's tastes, really. It's like La Madeline's without a) the French atmosphere and 2) the emotional baggage that I now associate with that place. So, I suggested it because it was someplace that I knew where it was and that was not too formal and stiff.
I guess it went well. She wants to get together again. We just sat and talked for almost two hours. But, there were no sparks. I don't know if I was expecting any. I just know that the last "first date" that I went on ended with an invitation to go home with her (I didn't go. I had Spanish homework.). This was not that kind of date. Oh well, back to the drawing board, I guess.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Book 6
I just finished reading the sixth book of the Harry Potter series, The Half-Blood Prince, and I cried maybe even harder when Dumbledore died this time around than I did the first time I read it. Weird. But, I'd guess it just reflects some of the things I've been struggling with in my own life. I dearly wish I had a Ron and/or Hermione to talk these things over with...I'd probably even listen to my versions.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
One Week Post-Spring-Break
We're back in class now. It's been one week. It was hardly a break for a lot of reasons that I will try to come back and blog about at another time. For this post, I only wanted to make an announcement of an epiphany that I've had...
The nerds that I work with in the History Help Center? And the dorks who share my office? They're my friends. And I missed them while I was on break. And I enjoy sitting and talking to them more than I enjoy sitting with a whole group at Jack's Backyard. I laugh harder, I learn...it's wonderful fun.
The week before Spring Break? P and T were writing Pig-Latin Latin on the whiteboard. That's where you take Latin words and do the Pig-Latin thing to them. That's freaking hilarious! This week? We had several arguments about Americanists vs. Europeanists. Completely nerdy, but OH, so enjoyable.
I think, finally, I have become a grad student.
The nerds that I work with in the History Help Center? And the dorks who share my office? They're my friends. And I missed them while I was on break. And I enjoy sitting and talking to them more than I enjoy sitting with a whole group at Jack's Backyard. I laugh harder, I learn...it's wonderful fun.
The week before Spring Break? P and T were writing Pig-Latin Latin on the whiteboard. That's where you take Latin words and do the Pig-Latin thing to them. That's freaking hilarious! This week? We had several arguments about Americanists vs. Europeanists. Completely nerdy, but OH, so enjoyable.
I think, finally, I have become a grad student.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Sometimes, when you need it...
Wow. It's been quite an interesting few weeks since I last updated. Let's see...
I went to a symposium on Southern/Texas Women's History the one weekend. That really kind of messed with my world. I mean...everywhere I turned, there was some amazingly brilliant woman whose book I have read. And I was so intimidated that I could hardly form words. And, of course, a couple of them were kinda good-looking on top of that.
At the end of the second day of this thing, after listening to all these incredible women speaking about the historiographical gaps that need to be filled in, we were asked to split up into various groups and make a list of some of the most important research that needed to be done in the different topics that they provided for us. There is a lot of room out there to make a mark. That's a good sign, but...overall, the whole experience left me-- Well, let me put it this way: at one point, a woman sitting at my table said, "I love coming to these things because I leave and I'm so motivated that I want to go home and just write and write and write." For me, it was the opposite: I wanted to go home and curl up in a little ball and give away all my books and just quit. Because in my mind there is no way that I'll ever be able to measure up to those women. My God! Some of them (the two hot ones) are only a couple of years older than I am. I might as well give up.
So, there you have my mindset for the last couple of weeks. And a large reason why I made a regular service appointment with Bob. It didn't do much good. I still felt useless. Then, came this week:
Tuesday, I closed the Help Center. The idiot who opened it in the morning unlocked the door wrong so that it wasn't locked when we closed it. So, I had to stay an extra 20 minutes waiting for Dr. Morris to finish her class and lock the door for me. Fine, whatever. But, then she asks to talk to me for a minute...and proceeds to go on and on about how well I write and how she was just amazed at it. Surely I must know that. Naturally, I told her that I didn't really see it that way, but I appreciated her opinion. She was incredulous--but, my god, they give you all A's, that must mean something. I just stood there, 15 different shades of red, looking at my feet.
Thursday, I was running the whole day. Just crazy and frenzied. At one point, I was running through the office and Dr. Turner sees me and tells me that I absolutely made her day, Wednesday. Well, I didn't see her at all on Wednesday, so I was curious. It seems that in grading the "seminar paper design" assignment, I was the only one in our class to have done it correctly. She had been very frustrated looking at the others and when she saw mine (99 out of 100, by the way), it had made her day. Seems as though she loved my short historiography.
Finally, at midnight...so Friday: Dr. Chet. Every week, we have to do a book review for his class. Initially, he said he'd like them emailed to everyone in the class by noon Thursday but midnight at the absolute latest. A lot of us (there are 8 of us, total) choose to aim closer for that midnight. Last week, a couple of us--and I was one because I didn't get it sent in before I went out to have some fun--missed the midnight deadline too. So, last Friday, he said....NOON, or I'll deduct two points from your final grade. I sent mine in at 9:30 this morning with a smartassed comment. At midnight, he sent me a response: One extra point for great timing, and another for a great review.
That's three profs in 4 days telling me that I can write. When will I believe it? See RHKR for the rest of the story.
I went to a symposium on Southern/Texas Women's History the one weekend. That really kind of messed with my world. I mean...everywhere I turned, there was some amazingly brilliant woman whose book I have read. And I was so intimidated that I could hardly form words. And, of course, a couple of them were kinda good-looking on top of that.
At the end of the second day of this thing, after listening to all these incredible women speaking about the historiographical gaps that need to be filled in, we were asked to split up into various groups and make a list of some of the most important research that needed to be done in the different topics that they provided for us. There is a lot of room out there to make a mark. That's a good sign, but...overall, the whole experience left me-- Well, let me put it this way: at one point, a woman sitting at my table said, "I love coming to these things because I leave and I'm so motivated that I want to go home and just write and write and write." For me, it was the opposite: I wanted to go home and curl up in a little ball and give away all my books and just quit. Because in my mind there is no way that I'll ever be able to measure up to those women. My God! Some of them (the two hot ones) are only a couple of years older than I am. I might as well give up.
So, there you have my mindset for the last couple of weeks. And a large reason why I made a regular service appointment with Bob. It didn't do much good. I still felt useless. Then, came this week:
Tuesday, I closed the Help Center. The idiot who opened it in the morning unlocked the door wrong so that it wasn't locked when we closed it. So, I had to stay an extra 20 minutes waiting for Dr. Morris to finish her class and lock the door for me. Fine, whatever. But, then she asks to talk to me for a minute...and proceeds to go on and on about how well I write and how she was just amazed at it. Surely I must know that. Naturally, I told her that I didn't really see it that way, but I appreciated her opinion. She was incredulous--but, my god, they give you all A's, that must mean something. I just stood there, 15 different shades of red, looking at my feet.
Thursday, I was running the whole day. Just crazy and frenzied. At one point, I was running through the office and Dr. Turner sees me and tells me that I absolutely made her day, Wednesday. Well, I didn't see her at all on Wednesday, so I was curious. It seems that in grading the "seminar paper design" assignment, I was the only one in our class to have done it correctly. She had been very frustrated looking at the others and when she saw mine (99 out of 100, by the way), it had made her day. Seems as though she loved my short historiography.
Finally, at midnight...so Friday: Dr. Chet. Every week, we have to do a book review for his class. Initially, he said he'd like them emailed to everyone in the class by noon Thursday but midnight at the absolute latest. A lot of us (there are 8 of us, total) choose to aim closer for that midnight. Last week, a couple of us--and I was one because I didn't get it sent in before I went out to have some fun--missed the midnight deadline too. So, last Friday, he said....NOON, or I'll deduct two points from your final grade. I sent mine in at 9:30 this morning with a smartassed comment. At midnight, he sent me a response: One extra point for great timing, and another for a great review.
That's three profs in 4 days telling me that I can write. When will I believe it? See RHKR for the rest of the story.
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