I have to come up with a title, too?
How long has it been since I last posted? A month? Everybody’s stopped reading, right? Awesome. Now I can talk about you behind your backs.
The thing is, I had finals, so I took a week or two off, and after that I’d get back to blogging, but then I graduated, which was a Big Life Change (in that my employability spiked dramatically), so naturally my next post HAD to be about graduation, but that would be a LONG post, and an IMPORTANT post, and really what’s the point of starting all that today when I can eat cake and take a nap instead. You see?
But no, that’s not how blogging works. Blogging (the hacky way I do it, at least) is about jotting things down as they happen, however dull and poorly-written the results might be. Planning, gathering resources, editing…those are for chumps. And professionals.
So. I have graduated. If nobody else effs up my paperwork, I will have a B.S. in Physics and Math with a minor in Latin. I’m taking it easy this summer, as I’ve heard that law school and law practice will steal the rest of my summers away forever and ever until I retire at 75 or throw myself under a bus from the stress. I’m hoping, of course, to avoid being the workaholic kind of lawyer, but you never know.
I still have my LSAT teaching job, but that only takes up about ten hours a week. At some point John and I will bop over to San Francisco for a week or so, and we’ll probably be back and forth to Austin and College Station a few times, but that’s all the vacation we have planned. And by planned I mean not-planned, and it’s coming up in four-ish weeks, so maybe we should get on that.
In other news, I sunburned my arms three weeks ago. They never really blistered, but for the past week and a half the skin has all been coming off. My face, similarly unprotected, barely turned pink, but for some reason my arms feel compelled to molt. Yesterday (THREE WEEKS, mind you, past the initial insult), the backs of my hands, having shown no previous signs of damage, suddenly began to shred themselves. What is this? Do sunburns take longer to process once you’re grown up?
Samson, by the way, has recovered fully from the bird-eating incident. His appetite for nasty rotting things remains undiminished.