It snowed a lot more. Santa Fe has over 25 inches. I think the New Mexico governor (Bill Richardson) declared a state of disaster. And you know it's serious when all the churches cancel their Sunday morning services. I don't feel like I'm in a disaster though, don't worry. However, the snow and ice are messing up interstate travel, which means I can't get to Albuquerque in the morning to get to the airport for my flight back to Richmond. So I'm here a little longer I guess. I think we're going to try to get me out on Monday before the next snow storm comes on Tuesday.
In the meantime I'm still slaving away over this art project I started. The whole thing is taking more time and energy than I initially bargained for. It's fun though. Ryan told me it was probably my calling and I should give up on history and libraries. We'll see.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
Dad: Oh the weather outside is...
Me: Frightful.
Dad: But oh, it's so...
Me: Delightful.
Dad: Let it...
Me: Snow
Dad: Let it...
Me: Snow
Dad: Let it...
Me: Snooooww!
This is the walkway to my house today.
And these are the mailboxes.
Dad: But oh, it's so...
Me: Delightful.
Dad: Let it...
Me: Snow
Dad: Let it...
Me: Snow
Dad: Let it...
Me: Snooooww!
This is the walkway to my house today.
And these are the mailboxes.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Some Pictures
Here are some pictures I took tonight with my new camera while wandering around downtown in the freezing cold.
This is the plaza. I'm sorry it's a little fuzzy. I'm still working on the whole flash/no flash/hold still thing.
This is a drinking fountain near the corner of the plaza. It's also fuzzy, but look how cool the fountain is.
These were some of the farolitos outside my house on Christmas Eve. So actually this was not taken tonight, or downtown, or even with my own camera, but at least you can see what I was talking about in that previous post.
This is St. Francis Cathedral. Except it's not a cathedral anymore because several months ago the Pope made it a basilica. Popes can do that you know.
This is the back of a cute angel sculpture outside the basilica.
That's all for now.
This is the plaza. I'm sorry it's a little fuzzy. I'm still working on the whole flash/no flash/hold still thing.
This is a drinking fountain near the corner of the plaza. It's also fuzzy, but look how cool the fountain is.
These were some of the farolitos outside my house on Christmas Eve. So actually this was not taken tonight, or downtown, or even with my own camera, but at least you can see what I was talking about in that previous post.
This is St. Francis Cathedral. Except it's not a cathedral anymore because several months ago the Pope made it a basilica. Popes can do that you know.
This is the back of a cute angel sculpture outside the basilica.
That's all for now.
Monday, December 25, 2006
My Christmas
Christmas Eve:
Played the piano for the church service, since the other pianists were out of town. It has been a while since I've had to actually practice for something, but I did a little and it went fine.
Came home to do some last-minute work on one of my craft projects, help clean the house, spoon out divinity and fudge onto trays, and shape rolls.
Set up some farolitos in the front yard with dad. They are candles in brown paper bags, and are traditional New Mexican Christmas decorations.
Grandparents and Cynthia came over, and we ate posole and tamales. My mom always makes posole and tamales for Christmas Eve.
Learned that when my grandparents were newly married (about sixty years ago) my granddad said "dear, I sure wish you'd learn some of my sister's pie recipes and make me a pie," to which my grandmother responded by never making a pie for him ever again.
Also learned that the day I was born my dad went to the waiting room to tell my grandmother I had finally arrived (I was about three weeks late). She asked what my name was, and apparently he spent a long time mulling it over before deciding he wasn't really sure and would have to get back to her. He says the problem was that he couldn't remember which pronunciation they'd picked, since there are at least three common ways to say Andrea.
After the guests left I helped wrap gifts (we have a habit of wrapping everything at the very last minute) and stayed up until after 1 in the a.m. doing more last-minute work on my craft project.
Christmas Day:
Woke up, got ready, and grandparents came back over for Christmas morning. Ate a nice breakfast and drank Mexican hot chocolate.
Opened presents. Ryan gave me an ipod, and my parents gave me a digital camera. I'm pretty hi-tech now.
Drove to my aunt and uncle's house in Tesuque for Christmas Dinner (at lunch time). Delicious as always.
Tried to hang out with my cousins. They are 15 and 11-year-old girls who are beautiful, smart, and talented. I've never been close to them, and we never have much to say to each other. Ryan and I sort of invited ourselves into Meredith's room to try and chat. It was a little awkward.
Sat by the fire and opened more presents. Then we ate dessert. More deliciousness.
Came home. Very tired. Will probably watch a little tv and then go to bed.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Played the piano for the church service, since the other pianists were out of town. It has been a while since I've had to actually practice for something, but I did a little and it went fine.
Came home to do some last-minute work on one of my craft projects, help clean the house, spoon out divinity and fudge onto trays, and shape rolls.
Set up some farolitos in the front yard with dad. They are candles in brown paper bags, and are traditional New Mexican Christmas decorations.
Grandparents and Cynthia came over, and we ate posole and tamales. My mom always makes posole and tamales for Christmas Eve.
Learned that when my grandparents were newly married (about sixty years ago) my granddad said "dear, I sure wish you'd learn some of my sister's pie recipes and make me a pie," to which my grandmother responded by never making a pie for him ever again.
Also learned that the day I was born my dad went to the waiting room to tell my grandmother I had finally arrived (I was about three weeks late). She asked what my name was, and apparently he spent a long time mulling it over before deciding he wasn't really sure and would have to get back to her. He says the problem was that he couldn't remember which pronunciation they'd picked, since there are at least three common ways to say Andrea.
After the guests left I helped wrap gifts (we have a habit of wrapping everything at the very last minute) and stayed up until after 1 in the a.m. doing more last-minute work on my craft project.
Christmas Day:
Woke up, got ready, and grandparents came back over for Christmas morning. Ate a nice breakfast and drank Mexican hot chocolate.
Opened presents. Ryan gave me an ipod, and my parents gave me a digital camera. I'm pretty hi-tech now.
Drove to my aunt and uncle's house in Tesuque for Christmas Dinner (at lunch time). Delicious as always.
Tried to hang out with my cousins. They are 15 and 11-year-old girls who are beautiful, smart, and talented. I've never been close to them, and we never have much to say to each other. Ryan and I sort of invited ourselves into Meredith's room to try and chat. It was a little awkward.
Sat by the fire and opened more presents. Then we ate dessert. More deliciousness.
Came home. Very tired. Will probably watch a little tv and then go to bed.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Sports Talk...Andi Style
Today I went with my dad to the New Mexico Bowl in Albuquerque, where San Jose State University beat the University of New Mexico 20-12. I know some of you like to take notes at games and post your thoughts. I will do the same in my own special way.
First of all, I have a problem with all these bowl games. Half of the teams get to go, which means it isn't really that big of a deal. UNM lost this game, which gave them a losing season overall, and I feel like it's ridiculous that they were in a bowl period.
Next, this was the first New Mexico Bowl, and they sure hyped up the New Mexico part. I used to go to UNM football games all the time (my dad has had the same season tickets way up high on the fifty yard line for around thirty years), but I hadn't been to one in over five years, so there were new things to see, like the fancy bathrooms near the entrance and the big video screens. Big video screens are nice, but they also make it possible to show commercials, and I hate having loud speakers blare commercials at me at a football game. A whole bunch of the commercials were advertisements for this here Land of Enchantment, with stupid lines that went something like "who knew there was golfing in New Mexico?" or "I used to think turquoise was just a color, until I visited New Mexico," or "I used to think all Native American pottery looked the same until I visited nineteen pueblos in New Mexico." Now don't get me wrong, I'm all about New Mexico pride and I think you all should come visit, because it really is a unique state, but these advertisements from the tourism people made me want to puke. Plus, almost everyone there was from New Mexico anyway, since only two sections actually had San Jose fans and half of them were with the band or the dance squad. And one other thing- the trophy for this bowl was a big Native American pottery bowl mounted on a wooden base. Maybe that's cool? Or maybe San Jose was disappointed they didn't get a real trophy like everyone else?
Next let me tell you about our seats. This was a special game, so we weren't in the usual seats. We were eleven rows up from the field, but on the ten yard line. I'd never been that close to the field before, so it was neat to actually see stuff down there without binoculars. For example, I always knew where the ESPN camera guy was. Maybe you saw me on TV? I was wearing a red hat. I also could see with my own bad eyesight two of the sports guys from the local news stations. And the cheerleaders looked much younger than they used to... Speaking of which, the cheerleaders and band were way down on the other end of our side, so we couldn't hear them at all, and instead we had the San Jose band blaring straight at us from across the field. I mean, they were pretty good I guess, but not as fun as hearing our own band with our own cheers. Twice some cheerleaders came down to our side to do the two part "Go" - "Lobos" - "Go" - "Lobos" but both parts were on the same side of the field, so we couldn't ever hear the "Lobos." "Go...Go...Go" isn't that fun of a cheer.
Well, if you've made it this far in my long post, you're probably wondering about the game itself. We (UNM) didn't do very well. We only made one touch down and that was in the last two minutes. We ran with the ball a lot, but never made it into the end zone. We also fumbled a lot. It was a big disappointment, considering this was in UNM's home stadium and everyone was making such a big deal out of the whole New Mexico thing. Plus, as I already mentioned, there weren't really that many San Jose fans (but they were sure loud and enthusiastic), which made the celebration at the end look pathetic since most of the stadium was empty except for those few blue and yellow fans down on the field.
So that's about it. Any questions?
First of all, I have a problem with all these bowl games. Half of the teams get to go, which means it isn't really that big of a deal. UNM lost this game, which gave them a losing season overall, and I feel like it's ridiculous that they were in a bowl period.
Next, this was the first New Mexico Bowl, and they sure hyped up the New Mexico part. I used to go to UNM football games all the time (my dad has had the same season tickets way up high on the fifty yard line for around thirty years), but I hadn't been to one in over five years, so there were new things to see, like the fancy bathrooms near the entrance and the big video screens. Big video screens are nice, but they also make it possible to show commercials, and I hate having loud speakers blare commercials at me at a football game. A whole bunch of the commercials were advertisements for this here Land of Enchantment, with stupid lines that went something like "who knew there was golfing in New Mexico?" or "I used to think turquoise was just a color, until I visited New Mexico," or "I used to think all Native American pottery looked the same until I visited nineteen pueblos in New Mexico." Now don't get me wrong, I'm all about New Mexico pride and I think you all should come visit, because it really is a unique state, but these advertisements from the tourism people made me want to puke. Plus, almost everyone there was from New Mexico anyway, since only two sections actually had San Jose fans and half of them were with the band or the dance squad. And one other thing- the trophy for this bowl was a big Native American pottery bowl mounted on a wooden base. Maybe that's cool? Or maybe San Jose was disappointed they didn't get a real trophy like everyone else?
Next let me tell you about our seats. This was a special game, so we weren't in the usual seats. We were eleven rows up from the field, but on the ten yard line. I'd never been that close to the field before, so it was neat to actually see stuff down there without binoculars. For example, I always knew where the ESPN camera guy was. Maybe you saw me on TV? I was wearing a red hat. I also could see with my own bad eyesight two of the sports guys from the local news stations. And the cheerleaders looked much younger than they used to... Speaking of which, the cheerleaders and band were way down on the other end of our side, so we couldn't hear them at all, and instead we had the San Jose band blaring straight at us from across the field. I mean, they were pretty good I guess, but not as fun as hearing our own band with our own cheers. Twice some cheerleaders came down to our side to do the two part "Go" - "Lobos" - "Go" - "Lobos" but both parts were on the same side of the field, so we couldn't ever hear the "Lobos." "Go...Go...Go" isn't that fun of a cheer.
Well, if you've made it this far in my long post, you're probably wondering about the game itself. We (UNM) didn't do very well. We only made one touch down and that was in the last two minutes. We ran with the ball a lot, but never made it into the end zone. We also fumbled a lot. It was a big disappointment, considering this was in UNM's home stadium and everyone was making such a big deal out of the whole New Mexico thing. Plus, as I already mentioned, there weren't really that many San Jose fans (but they were sure loud and enthusiastic), which made the celebration at the end look pathetic since most of the stadium was empty except for those few blue and yellow fans down on the field.
So that's about it. Any questions?
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
some things
Last night for dinner my mom made chili (the beans and meat and red sauce kind, like Texas chili, not like New Mexico chili) with some of the sausage from the deer my brother killed a few weeks ago. It was pretty good, but I think it was the sauce that made it good, not necessarily the deer meat. Also, the deer skull is sitting right outside our front door, which is pretty gross. And my room has been overrun with Ryan's guns and hunting paraphernalia.
It snowed yesterday and all of last night, so everything is covered in white. And it's cold.
I just saw my grades for this past semester and I got all As.
I have taken up a new hobby and am being quite the crafty girl this Christmas. I will post pictures later, once I've given the gifts away. Get excited.
It snowed yesterday and all of last night, so everything is covered in white. And it's cold.
I just saw my grades for this past semester and I got all As.
I have taken up a new hobby and am being quite the crafty girl this Christmas. I will post pictures later, once I've given the gifts away. Get excited.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Five Things You Probably Don't Know About Me
(I've been tagged.)
1. I like to jog my memory and list things I've done or people I've known, sort of. Here are two (similar) examples: For a very long time after I was at Interlochen I would close my eyes (I was usually in bed trying to go to sleep anyway) and mentally go through my cabin, naming every girl in her bunk, her instrument/art/reason she was there, and where she was from. I did the same sort of thing with the students I studied abroad with in London- name, university, and where they were from.
2. Once when I was a kid my babysitter's daughter (she was a year older than me) and I were in her parents bedroom and she pulled out a handgun from under the bed. We looked at it, and then she put it back. I don't think I ever told anyone about that.
3. My dream car is a charcoal Jaguar.
4. The only time I ever wanted to throw up because of disgusting food was once when my parents forced me to eat canned oyster stew. I'll pretty much eat anything, and I'll even eat more canned oyster stew, but I was super angry at my parents for forcing me to eat it the one time in my life that I was trying to refuse.
5. I ditched my honors English class several times my freshman year of high school to go hang out with Becca and Erin. I still got an A. I also hated living with the constant stressful fear of my parents finding out. Now I'm letting them know.
1. I like to jog my memory and list things I've done or people I've known, sort of. Here are two (similar) examples: For a very long time after I was at Interlochen I would close my eyes (I was usually in bed trying to go to sleep anyway) and mentally go through my cabin, naming every girl in her bunk, her instrument/art/reason she was there, and where she was from. I did the same sort of thing with the students I studied abroad with in London- name, university, and where they were from.
2. Once when I was a kid my babysitter's daughter (she was a year older than me) and I were in her parents bedroom and she pulled out a handgun from under the bed. We looked at it, and then she put it back. I don't think I ever told anyone about that.
3. My dream car is a charcoal Jaguar.
4. The only time I ever wanted to throw up because of disgusting food was once when my parents forced me to eat canned oyster stew. I'll pretty much eat anything, and I'll even eat more canned oyster stew, but I was super angry at my parents for forcing me to eat it the one time in my life that I was trying to refuse.
5. I ditched my honors English class several times my freshman year of high school to go hang out with Becca and Erin. I still got an A. I also hated living with the constant stressful fear of my parents finding out. Now I'm letting them know.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Four Months in Review
My first semester of grad school is officially over. Here's a review of stuff that happened during those four months of my life.
I moved to Raleigh, North Carolina. Before January of this year I had never even been to North Carolina, even though I'd been to all of its border states more than once. I got an apartment, and I lived all by myself for the first time. I also had to furnish that apartment. The Love of Jesus thrift store in Richmond is pretty great. It's especially great if you have a grandpa to refinish a $25 wooden desk and make it look like a $250 desk. I also got a very comfy couch from Katy M., my aunt's favorite chair, and a foot stool that belonged to my great grandmother.
Moving alone to a brand new place where I didn't know anyone, combined with leaving friends and a relationship behind in Richmond, meant I was lonely at times. The good side of this is I have talked to my mom on the phone more in the last four months than I had probably talked to her on the phone during all four years of college combined.
I fell in love with NPR and my local public radio station (WUNC). I woke up to it, drove to it, cooked (well, made sandwiches is more like it) to it, and procrastinated around the apartment to it. In addition to staying relatively current on the news, I also discovered the simple pleasures of Car Talk, A Prairie Home Companion, and Wait Wait Don't Tell Me on the weekends.
I found a church that I really like.
I started running (two laps this morning!), ate a little less (little money and no grandma will do it), and lost ten pounds.
I learned (gratefully) that leading discussions and grading undergraduate papers is not as hard as I feared it would be. Next semester will take more work, but I'm not as worried.
I learned a lot about public history and archives. I also learned a lot about theory and different kinds of history, which I actually really enjoyed. While some papers and projects were a pain, I had fun researching and writing my historiography paper, and it reminded me of how I enjoyed writing my senior thesis in college, which is what inspired me to go on to grad school in the first place. So that's good.
I became a regular viewer of Grey's Anatomy on Thursday nights.
I got to visit with family. In college my family was at least a three days drive away, and now my Richmond family is less than three hours away. My dad also came to visit, which was great. Now it's my mom's turn.
I started to make new friends. This has been a big concern for me, but like most things, it takes time. I'm excited to see how these relationships develop next semester.
In sum, I think I grew a lot and had some valuable experiences. I guess you could say it was a pretty good four months.
I moved to Raleigh, North Carolina. Before January of this year I had never even been to North Carolina, even though I'd been to all of its border states more than once. I got an apartment, and I lived all by myself for the first time. I also had to furnish that apartment. The Love of Jesus thrift store in Richmond is pretty great. It's especially great if you have a grandpa to refinish a $25 wooden desk and make it look like a $250 desk. I also got a very comfy couch from Katy M., my aunt's favorite chair, and a foot stool that belonged to my great grandmother.
Moving alone to a brand new place where I didn't know anyone, combined with leaving friends and a relationship behind in Richmond, meant I was lonely at times. The good side of this is I have talked to my mom on the phone more in the last four months than I had probably talked to her on the phone during all four years of college combined.
I fell in love with NPR and my local public radio station (WUNC). I woke up to it, drove to it, cooked (well, made sandwiches is more like it) to it, and procrastinated around the apartment to it. In addition to staying relatively current on the news, I also discovered the simple pleasures of Car Talk, A Prairie Home Companion, and Wait Wait Don't Tell Me on the weekends.
I found a church that I really like.
I started running (two laps this morning!), ate a little less (little money and no grandma will do it), and lost ten pounds.
I learned (gratefully) that leading discussions and grading undergraduate papers is not as hard as I feared it would be. Next semester will take more work, but I'm not as worried.
I learned a lot about public history and archives. I also learned a lot about theory and different kinds of history, which I actually really enjoyed. While some papers and projects were a pain, I had fun researching and writing my historiography paper, and it reminded me of how I enjoyed writing my senior thesis in college, which is what inspired me to go on to grad school in the first place. So that's good.
I became a regular viewer of Grey's Anatomy on Thursday nights.
I got to visit with family. In college my family was at least a three days drive away, and now my Richmond family is less than three hours away. My dad also came to visit, which was great. Now it's my mom's turn.
I started to make new friends. This has been a big concern for me, but like most things, it takes time. I'm excited to see how these relationships develop next semester.
In sum, I think I grew a lot and had some valuable experiences. I guess you could say it was a pretty good four months.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Grad school is pretty fun...now that the semester is over
Monday night my public history class headed over to our professor's house for dinner, which was very nice. Afterwards some of us went out for drinks (well, one drink in my case) at a fun place I'd never been to with tons of good beer on tap. Then yesterday I had lunch with a friend (real friends in Raleigh, hooray!) and we tried to do some Christmas shopping at the mall. Looking back though, she bought a Christmas gift for herself, and I got nowhere. Last night four of us girls went out downtown to celebrate the end of the semester, which was lots of fun. We need to go out more next semester. Tonight I went to my homegroup Christmas party, where we had a "Dirty Santa" exchange. I took the bag I got from a similar party last year from Jennifer (which the girl who ended up with loved, by the way), as well as a pen that lights up. In exchange I got a disgusting old camouflaged army cap. Then four of us went out for drinks (again, just one in my case) afterwards. Now that I've had my fun, tomorrow will be a day of studying for my archives exam. And then I go home!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Drum Roll Please
I have completed all of my papers for the semester! Woohoo! Now all I have left is my archives exam on Thursday, but I'm not worried about it. For the midterm I only studied four hours right before I took it and still got a 99.
So, my weekend was mostly paper writing. I listed to The Marriage of Figaro about a million times. I would say I almost have it memorized, but that's not true because it's not in English, so I can't hear what they're singing very well. Except the parts I already knew from accompanying singers in college. Also, if anyone out there wants to take me to an opera some day, that would be fine with me.
Saturday night I went to a party with the other history students. Lots of mingling and drinking, and before I knew it the clock read 3:30 in the morning.
Sunday was church again, which I love, and then working on the paper. I also took (too long of) a break to watch the last episode of America's Next Top Model.
Now I must clean up my apartment, because it looks like a library exploded in here. Then I will take a nap before dinner at my professor's house.
So, my weekend was mostly paper writing. I listed to The Marriage of Figaro about a million times. I would say I almost have it memorized, but that's not true because it's not in English, so I can't hear what they're singing very well. Except the parts I already knew from accompanying singers in college. Also, if anyone out there wants to take me to an opera some day, that would be fine with me.
Saturday night I went to a party with the other history students. Lots of mingling and drinking, and before I knew it the clock read 3:30 in the morning.
Sunday was church again, which I love, and then working on the paper. I also took (too long of) a break to watch the last episode of America's Next Top Model.
Now I must clean up my apartment, because it looks like a library exploded in here. Then I will take a nap before dinner at my professor's house.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Little Rounds
Has anyone else noticed how Grape Nuts (what I used to call Little Rounds as a kid) aren't staying very crunchy these days? They get soggy right after I add milk. I hate soggy cereal.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Mmmmm.....sigh
Once in Spain I had a bowl of hot chocolate soup for breakfast. It was delicious. I was just thinking about how nice a warm bowl would be right now. Alas my powdered chocolate (not to be confused with my breakfast powdered chocolate) and hot water will have to suffice.
My Weekend
I'm going to consider myself one of Val's friends, so I will do what she asked.
The thing is, my weekends in Raleigh can be very lonely and pathetic. I will work harder next semester to make things better. Anyway, I digress.
Friday, I procrastinated. I don't even remember what I did. I think my day involved sleeping way too late, and playing way too much Spider Solitaire, instead of writing my paper. Finally I dragged myself out of the house and through the rain to a coffee shop, where I worked on my paper from 4:45 until 10. Then I came back home and watched Love Actually, because it's the only movie I own that I haven't already seen a billion times.
Saturday was pretty similar. Slept in (which, by the way, is not always by choice. If I don't have to actually be somewhere in the morning, I have a hard time waking up.), and ran around the lake. Then to mix things up a little I drove to Foster's Market in Chapel Hill to work on my paper, which I could only do for three and a half hours until my battery ran out. Then I decided to go to the mall, because for some reason going to malls is like comfort food. I don't actually buy anything, I just feel like I'm back in New Mexico, thanks to the homogenization of America's malls. Anyway, this didn't actually work for me, and I left tired and depressed about how I have to start Christmas shopping but I don't have money or any clue what to get anyone.
Sunday I planned to wake up early and work on my paper more, which didn't happen. I went to the 11:15 service at church, but was 15 minutes late. Then I stayed for the ownership seminar and finally got home at 2. I put on sweats, made a pot of coffee, and worked on two papers from 4:15 until 1:30, with small bouts of procrastination on the internet in between.
The thing is, my weekends in Raleigh can be very lonely and pathetic. I will work harder next semester to make things better. Anyway, I digress.
Friday, I procrastinated. I don't even remember what I did. I think my day involved sleeping way too late, and playing way too much Spider Solitaire, instead of writing my paper. Finally I dragged myself out of the house and through the rain to a coffee shop, where I worked on my paper from 4:45 until 10. Then I came back home and watched Love Actually, because it's the only movie I own that I haven't already seen a billion times.
Saturday was pretty similar. Slept in (which, by the way, is not always by choice. If I don't have to actually be somewhere in the morning, I have a hard time waking up.), and ran around the lake. Then to mix things up a little I drove to Foster's Market in Chapel Hill to work on my paper, which I could only do for three and a half hours until my battery ran out. Then I decided to go to the mall, because for some reason going to malls is like comfort food. I don't actually buy anything, I just feel like I'm back in New Mexico, thanks to the homogenization of America's malls. Anyway, this didn't actually work for me, and I left tired and depressed about how I have to start Christmas shopping but I don't have money or any clue what to get anyone.
Sunday I planned to wake up early and work on my paper more, which didn't happen. I went to the 11:15 service at church, but was 15 minutes late. Then I stayed for the ownership seminar and finally got home at 2. I put on sweats, made a pot of coffee, and worked on two papers from 4:15 until 1:30, with small bouts of procrastination on the internet in between.
It's 1:30 A.M.
But I've just completed (for the most part) two of my three final papers. Now I have an entire week to research and write about the historiography of Western history and Henry Nash Smith. Yeehaw.
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