Prepoceros

It flew by this year. John and I spent two nights at a friend’s place in Austin and took a day trip to Enchanted Rock nearby. Big granite formation, fun to clamber up. We had to wait forty-five minutes to get into the park, but it was worth it.

Yesterday we were all over town running errands and visiting people. I picked up my old bike from my parents’ house and, wonder of wonders, it needs only cosmetic repairs after sitting unused in the garage for nearly a decade. I’m looking forward to riding it on short errands and around the trails by the bayou.

The weather has been lovely and spring-ish this week. Seventy degrees, crisp clean air, sunshine, yum yum. If I could wear a tank top and a swingy skirt every day of my life, I would.

But alas, school starts again tomorrow, and while I’ve been enjoying the outdoors my homework has piled up undone. Back to work.

Is the semester half over already? It seems hard to believe, but by Tuesday I’ll have had midterms in all but two of my classes. All of my professors this time around have opted for the midterm-final exam schedule, which I guess is a vague sort of preparation for the your-final-is-your-grade plan I’ll be on in law school.

I’m keeping up with my classes for the most part. I haven’t been quite keeping up with my lab reports, but then again there is a good deal of historical precedent for this. Which, you know, doesn’t excuse me, but knowing that I will never ever do lab research again is not the best motivator for slogging through long, tedious reports for one piddly credit hour. I write the reports well, with all the pretty plots that take hours to debug, but they’re usually two days late.

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There’s a dog in my apartment complex who looks a lot like Samson, but with shorter hair and a slimmer body. Her name is Phoenix.

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John got me flowers the other day, and at first I didn’t realize they were sunflowers because half of them were red with purple leaves. The dye in them turns the water purple, but since they’re in a green vase it just looks brown, which is a shame. They almost exactly match the flowers in the painting above my sofa.

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Since my life lately has been all SCHOOL SCHOOL law school apps SCHOOL boyfriend SCHOOL SCHOOL food sleep SCHOOL*, let’s run through my new classes, shall we?

Intermediate Electricity and Magnetism II. Continuation of a course from last semester. Same book, same professor, different room. E&M and I have never gotten along, which is a shame.

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Vacation’s been fun, but I’m ready to get back to warmer climes. As fun as it is to pile on four layers of clothes to get to the grocery store, it’ll be nice to prepare myself for the brutal mid-winter weather by maybe throwing on a light jacket.

We’re flying out tomorrow behind that giant storm that’s on its way from California, so I’m glad there’s lots of football* on tonight that I can watch to keep myself distracted. The biggest challenge will probably be getting from up in the mountains, where all the weather is, to Denver, where the daily high is usually above freezing.

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So classes are over, and I find myself with a full load of work to do and a week of unstructured time; there’s a recipe for success, eh?

I spent a good chunk of today drawing up a beautiful spreadsheet of all the grad programs we’re applying to and their deadlines, fees, number of rec letters, extra materials, etc. I bet “making a spreadsheet about it” is one of the top ten ways to make yourself feel productive without actually accomplishing anything useful, right between “writing a to-do list” and “printing labels for all your file folders.”

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The headaches, the cramps . . . in one’s patience, er, muscle, the near-hemorrhaging . . . of money. Okay, so the metaphor is pretty warped to begin with. That’s what happens when you start with the title and try to make the first line match. I don’t recommend it.

The point is, my registration window for next semester opened at 1:30 this afternoon. Most of the classes I need at this point are upper-division and won’t fill up anyway, but after all the crap I’ve been through with registration at this school, I’d rather get everything nailed down as soon as I can.

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. . . which is why you get a crap post like this one. Why is my head fuzzy?! This upsets me.

I need to go to bed soon, or else I’ll get into a cycle where I feel crummy, so I’m afraid to go to sleep, so I stay up, but then I end up feeling worse, and the tiredness makes the crazy stronger, so then I’m REALLY afraid to sleep, and this goes on and on until I get so tired that I fall asleep in spite of myself, usually at some obscenely late hour with the lights on and a book on my face.

The weather’s supposed to turn wintry tomorrow after what’s been a pleasant Fall in the low 80s. I wore a short skirt today to say farewell to decent temperatures. Once it drops into the 60s, I’m not a outdoors fan any more.

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There’s a big new-ish building on campus called “Science Building.” Now, I’m a science major, and as far as I know this building has existed all four semesters I’ve been here, but before today I’d never been inside. I wondered what mysteries lay within its walls that no one had bothered to tell a lowly undergrad like me about.

Today I got to go in. Not that I wasn’t allowed to before, but today I had a reason to. After one class I went back with the professor to his office (which was in the “Science Building”—who knew?) to pick up a test I’d missed getting back when I was out sick.

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I am teaching four nights, three in a row. It would’ve been five, thanks to Humberto, but I will be blissfully unavailable on account of a long-scheduled tutoring lesson.

My car is sick. Have I mentioned this? Possibly. It started making a funny noise, and then the check engine light came on. It went into the shop today, and the mechanic said not only did he not hear a noise, but when he drove it around a bit, the check engine light turned off. THERE WAS A NOISE. I am not a hypochondriac about my car. Okay, maybe a little bit, but seriously, it was whirring and clicking. Abnormally.

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