So apparently I'm going to be chilling with David Garrett in Cusco this summer. The guy who runs the Quechua program told me he'll be around.

I am amused.

http://xkcd.com/137/

Yes.

Things might be okay! Apparently I've got savings bonds no one ever told me about, so if all goes well with my dad, I get to go learn Quechua in Peru this summer!

Part of me wants to run off somewhere and open a bakery.

So having Steve tell me I'm good at my major is kind of cool.

Except now I'm rather epically tied to the tradition of semiotic anthropology and Whorfianism. There's no getting out. I asked. It's cool, though. I kind of knew it was coming.

I found this in my house today. It has holes for your feet. It's from Nordstrom. And I have no clue what the fuck it's doing.


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Sometimes when the power goes out at school, you have to take the whole day off...even when it's out for less than three hours, and classes keep happening.

It's all good, though. Today was a mental health day I didn't realize I needed.

Apparently people the world is not doing what it should for some people, which is made of suck. I have a remedy ( Read more... )

So lately I've taken to cooking instead of doing work. Yesterday I baked bread and we had a house dinner, and tonight I made myself real dinner again (Polenta! With mushroom gravy! And asparagus!). Hell, I even woke up early and make myself an omelette this morning ( Read more... )

If I take Discourse next semester instead of Historical Linguistics (like I probably will)...I'll have class from 1-4, and 6-7:30.

And Russian every day 11-noon. This means...M-W-F...ONLY Russian. And time to do lots of reading. And maybe work, and maybe yoga.