elirrina

It's close to the end of term, and so everyone in my department is getting close to having breakdowns, because we're all giving presentations and scrambling to write our papers. (I have presentations this Wednesday, next Monday, and the Thursday after that, and my papers are due April 19, 21, and 27).

Anyway, the point is that no one's really thinking too clearly right now.

So I came home after class and was talking to my flatmate about papers and presentations, and the fact that she decided to go grocery shopping and clean her room today.

Then I went to the kitchen to see what I could make for dinner.

me: UUUMMMMMMMMM! Is this library book supposed to be in the refrigerator? It's by Augustine, if that makes any difference!

I heard a "thunk" and looked around the corner to where my flatmate, N, was hitting her head against the wall.

me: I take it that's a "no." Here's the book.
N: I spent forty minutes looking for that book!
me: It was on top of your box of celery. You must have put it away with the groceries.

I just dropped off my last paper and project, so I am completely done with school for the year!
Except for distilling a conference paper proposal out of my thesis. But that doesn't count.

My family is coming to see me graduate this Friday, and then we're going to the beach for a few days! (proving that there are benefits to going to school in the south).

I have a summer job lined up doing data entry type work that begins after my family leaves and runs til mid-July. Happily we will be allowed to bring music to listen to while entering the data.

SO, I am suddenly faced with the prospect of free time, which leads to this question:

WHAT SHOULD I READ THIS SUMMER?

any suggestions?

to Rob and Audrey on their engagement yesterday! I love weddings! And engagement parties! The secret invitation to the party was pretty amusing -- the main points were that: if you wanted to get into the party at the Davis', you had to press the doorbell buzzer with their name on it, although if you wanted to meet a stranger, you could press any of the other buzzers. There was also the threat that if you came in a t-shirt, no one would speak to you.

It snowed today! It didn't stick inside the Prague, of course, but apparently it did in the surrounding countryside.

What is it with fathers in British children's literature? They seem to be obsessed with accounting. In Mary Poppins, Mr. Banks tells Mrs. Banks that they can either afford a nice house, or four children. Happily for the children, she chooses to keep Jane, Michael and the twins. In Peter Pan, Mr. Darling goes over the expenses each time a new child arrives, and while Wendy and John make it, Michael barely gets to stay. Shocking!

I really need to stop assuming that what I know is common knowledge -- swashbuckling and the fact that the Grimm brothers collected German fairy tales are apparently not the widespread facts that I thought the were. Although today I did get a really good definition of swashbuckling -- when asked, Carrie immediately started swordfighting in the lobby of the movie theater, hurrah!

Another of my odd dreams for the record: I got to fly again (hurrah!) and in the meantime, there were a lot of Star Wars characters running around a little town in Germany. I have no idea how they got there.