Hello from the Twilight Zone
I have become convinced that I am the only person left in East Lansing. I was supposed to have a study session with my friend Britt about 3 hours ago. She was a no show. I left a message 5 minutes after she was supposed to pick me up. She still hasn't called to explain. Then I took a nap. Now roomie has disappeared as well. When I woke up I assumed she was gym bound. 5 minutes ago, I realized her computer is gone. Will she ever return?
Speaking of the gym, I was VERY excited this morning. After hopping my way across the street (to avoid stepping in over a foot of snow I attempted to jump into the steps of a rather long-legged person who had walked before me), there was absolutely NO wait for the precious ellipticals!!!! (You hear me out there in blog land?! NO wait...none...easy access BABY!!!!) After 2 days of having the gym be filled with people and having to wait for any and all machines, my faith in the gym system has been restored.
It hasn't been an eventful weekend (That's my reasoning for my lack of posts). I've been sleeping more than I should and working less than I should.
Yesterday, I watched the extended addition of Return of the King. My goodness, that's one long DVD. I hadn't planned on watching the whole thing, but you see, someone was very clever. They had the first disc end in the middle of an epic battle...so I just had to put in the second disc to see what would happen. Nevermind the fact that I'd seen the movie multiple times before. This was the special extended edition. For all I knew, Legolas could have lost and regrew an arm in all that extended time. However, that turned out to not be the case...just more fighting. It makes the battles in my screenplay look all pathetic.
Wait! What is that I hear? Someone is in the bathroom! The suitemates are here! There went my twilight-zone-I'm-the-only-one-left-in-East-Lansing theory.
Ohhhhhhhhh yeah! Thursday was rather eventful. I like to call it my cafe testing day. After prayer group, I met Yi in Beaners. We did a lot of catching up and by using the Socratic method she helped me to realize an important thing about Grad schools: Even if I don't go, I can still pursue the same careers I would have if I attended a grad school. That was an epiphany for me. I had to write it down. No one else has ever directly expressed that fact to me. Makes me feel a little less worried. After a while, Arwen (yes, she was named after the character in Lord of the Rings), another girl from house church, happened to wander by and joined us for a bit. Eventually, I was left to my lonesome to do work. Then Gary, house church leader and prayer group attendee, appeared in Beaners. I guess Thursday can best be referred to as "The Day All the House Church Members Attacked!!!!!"
Then the walls of Beaners and a skipping CD drove me insane and I headed off to Expresso Royale to meet my screenwriting partner. I always feel slightly out of place at this particular cafe. It has more of an indy feel to it. Very attractive to smokers and former/current hippies. Within a few hours, the walls there drove me insane too and I called it a night.
Speaking of grad school (mentioned 2 paragraphs ago), there was some drama yesterday. I got an e-mail from one of the schools where my application was due earlier this month. They were still missing a letter of recommendation. After numerous unanswered calls to offices that were supposedly open, I found a phone number to the office of the nicest woman ever. She pulled up my application, told be whose letter was missing, then gave me her e-mail address so Mr. no-send-letter-prof-man could get it directly to her. If I go to that school, this woman is getting a fruit basket from me. So helpful. I will name my first (if ever) born after her. Nora. I don't actually like the name that much...hmmmm.
Back on topic, my suspicions were proven true when I figured out that it was my old fiction prof who hadn't sent the letter. I had suspected this, since the man never replied to any of my e-mails EVER, including those asking if he had finished sending out the letters. (But I know he reads them...he just has something against that little button at the top of his screen labeled "reply") I tried calling his office. He has no voice mail set up. Very convenient for him. In a last ditch ever I sent him one last e-mail. I attempted to be polite, but the fact that I was close to pulling out my own hair was properly expressed. More or less, the letter would have sent any decent person into a guilt trip. But maybe the occasional guilt trip is good, because get this!!!!!! He actually replied. There is a first time for everything. He's going to take care of it! He then directly stated that I had mis-marked the due dates for some of the universities (Not sure I believe it. But hey, he has the evidence; I don't...and besides most students wouldn't even have bothered to mark it for him). I also think I annoyed him. That made me feel bad. But I'm slowly getting over it. I think I had to do what I did.
Wow, so I guess it has been an eventful weekend. Oh! Roomie is back...she was doing laundry. It all makes sense now.
Speaking of the gym, I was VERY excited this morning. After hopping my way across the street (to avoid stepping in over a foot of snow I attempted to jump into the steps of a rather long-legged person who had walked before me), there was absolutely NO wait for the precious ellipticals!!!! (You hear me out there in blog land?! NO wait...none...easy access BABY!!!!) After 2 days of having the gym be filled with people and having to wait for any and all machines, my faith in the gym system has been restored.
It hasn't been an eventful weekend (That's my reasoning for my lack of posts). I've been sleeping more than I should and working less than I should.
Yesterday, I watched the extended addition of Return of the King. My goodness, that's one long DVD. I hadn't planned on watching the whole thing, but you see, someone was very clever. They had the first disc end in the middle of an epic battle...so I just had to put in the second disc to see what would happen. Nevermind the fact that I'd seen the movie multiple times before. This was the special extended edition. For all I knew, Legolas could have lost and regrew an arm in all that extended time. However, that turned out to not be the case...just more fighting. It makes the battles in my screenplay look all pathetic.
Wait! What is that I hear? Someone is in the bathroom! The suitemates are here! There went my twilight-zone-I'm-the-only-one-left-in-East-Lansing theory.
Ohhhhhhhhh yeah! Thursday was rather eventful. I like to call it my cafe testing day. After prayer group, I met Yi in Beaners. We did a lot of catching up and by using the Socratic method she helped me to realize an important thing about Grad schools: Even if I don't go, I can still pursue the same careers I would have if I attended a grad school. That was an epiphany for me. I had to write it down. No one else has ever directly expressed that fact to me. Makes me feel a little less worried. After a while, Arwen (yes, she was named after the character in Lord of the Rings), another girl from house church, happened to wander by and joined us for a bit. Eventually, I was left to my lonesome to do work. Then Gary, house church leader and prayer group attendee, appeared in Beaners. I guess Thursday can best be referred to as "The Day All the House Church Members Attacked!!!!!"
Then the walls of Beaners and a skipping CD drove me insane and I headed off to Expresso Royale to meet my screenwriting partner. I always feel slightly out of place at this particular cafe. It has more of an indy feel to it. Very attractive to smokers and former/current hippies. Within a few hours, the walls there drove me insane too and I called it a night.
Speaking of grad school (mentioned 2 paragraphs ago), there was some drama yesterday. I got an e-mail from one of the schools where my application was due earlier this month. They were still missing a letter of recommendation. After numerous unanswered calls to offices that were supposedly open, I found a phone number to the office of the nicest woman ever. She pulled up my application, told be whose letter was missing, then gave me her e-mail address so Mr. no-send-letter-prof-man could get it directly to her. If I go to that school, this woman is getting a fruit basket from me. So helpful. I will name my first (if ever) born after her. Nora. I don't actually like the name that much...hmmmm.
Back on topic, my suspicions were proven true when I figured out that it was my old fiction prof who hadn't sent the letter. I had suspected this, since the man never replied to any of my e-mails EVER, including those asking if he had finished sending out the letters. (But I know he reads them...he just has something against that little button at the top of his screen labeled "reply") I tried calling his office. He has no voice mail set up. Very convenient for him. In a last ditch ever I sent him one last e-mail. I attempted to be polite, but the fact that I was close to pulling out my own hair was properly expressed. More or less, the letter would have sent any decent person into a guilt trip. But maybe the occasional guilt trip is good, because get this!!!!!! He actually replied. There is a first time for everything. He's going to take care of it! He then directly stated that I had mis-marked the due dates for some of the universities (Not sure I believe it. But hey, he has the evidence; I don't...and besides most students wouldn't even have bothered to mark it for him). I also think I annoyed him. That made me feel bad. But I'm slowly getting over it. I think I had to do what I did.
Wow, so I guess it has been an eventful weekend. Oh! Roomie is back...she was doing laundry. It all makes sense now.
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