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May. 14th, 2007 01:29 pmI'm bored already. This does not bode well for the next seven months, does it?
I stayed up all night packing, of course, because that's what I do. Thank god for Abby, because I never would've finished packing or managed not to have a mental breakdown without her. I finally made it to Houston late Friday night, after a moderately-fraught travel experience (was switched to another flight, had baggage drama concerning my damn five-foot-long midterm drawing project from the fall, flight was delayed about three times, iPod died, etc, all after 30 hours straight of no sleep and packing). However, I didn't have to wait until the next day for a flight like at Christmas, so I was okay with that. Saturday had me up early for Emma's graduation ceremony, reception, nap (*angels sing*), and then a very fancy and expensive dinner (thanks Uncle Andrew!) with the family. I went with Emma back to their dorm for the party they were hosting, where I spent most of the time talking with Emma's best friend/roommate's adorable gay brother Matt, who's starting at NYU this fall. He's a really cool guy, and I had a great time talking with him, so we'll definitely be hanging out again when I'm back at Barnard. On Sunday, we helped Emma pack a bit and then drove back to Austin. Or rather, I drove back to Austin. My dad has this thing about conversation via asking him questions that he can ramble on about, whereas I'm more of a fan of give-and-take, so that was a fun little tension that kept the discussion interesting, when he wasn't reading. I managed to get my mom to read one of the fics I'd printed out (Speranza's Eight Sessions; Annie's Like Sailing and Home Runs was too long for the trip), which I'm thrilled to report she enjoyed, and would be interested in reading more fic. \o/ I like nothing better than reccing stuff to people, especially my mom.
Anyway, now I'm bored. Maybe I'll go lie in the sun some more.
I stayed up all night packing, of course, because that's what I do. Thank god for Abby, because I never would've finished packing or managed not to have a mental breakdown without her. I finally made it to Houston late Friday night, after a moderately-fraught travel experience (was switched to another flight, had baggage drama concerning my damn five-foot-long midterm drawing project from the fall, flight was delayed about three times, iPod died, etc, all after 30 hours straight of no sleep and packing). However, I didn't have to wait until the next day for a flight like at Christmas, so I was okay with that. Saturday had me up early for Emma's graduation ceremony, reception, nap (*angels sing*), and then a very fancy and expensive dinner (thanks Uncle Andrew!) with the family. I went with Emma back to their dorm for the party they were hosting, where I spent most of the time talking with Emma's best friend/roommate's adorable gay brother Matt, who's starting at NYU this fall. He's a really cool guy, and I had a great time talking with him, so we'll definitely be hanging out again when I'm back at Barnard. On Sunday, we helped Emma pack a bit and then drove back to Austin. Or rather, I drove back to Austin. My dad has this thing about conversation via asking him questions that he can ramble on about, whereas I'm more of a fan of give-and-take, so that was a fun little tension that kept the discussion interesting, when he wasn't reading. I managed to get my mom to read one of the fics I'd printed out (Speranza's Eight Sessions; Annie's Like Sailing and Home Runs was too long for the trip), which I'm thrilled to report she enjoyed, and would be interested in reading more fic. \o/ I like nothing better than reccing stuff to people, especially my mom.
Anyway, now I'm bored. Maybe I'll go lie in the sun some more.
