After discussing some other topics in a gChat convo with Jeremy:
me: have i mentioned that dan and i broke up?
a month ago
Jeremy: no way
do I need to get my gun?
5:09 PM me: and then we had the grad student symposium that I was co-in charge of. i've been so swamped but its catching up to me and I'm REALLY frightened for the THREE papers i have to do in the next 15 days.
no. it was mutual. we both got the same answer. but it still sucks.
we were best friends for more than a year and dated for 6 months of that.
5:10 PM Jeremy: ok, but I could still get my gun
me: so it's just weird.
Jeremy: what, my gun?
me: do you HAVE a gun?
Jeremy: not yet, so I need an excuse to get one
then by all means.
I can't wait to tell brooke
Jeremy: about the gun, not your breakup
me: right :)
You've got the right idea, Jer. Shopping does make everything better. ;)
I had the following conversation via gChat yesterday, with my symposium co-organizer...
me: we still need to figure out printing nametags, and get copies of the half sheet about the identity panel
Carolina: do you know how all these happened?
the symposium I mean
me: how all what happened?
Carolina: the event
me: do I know how the symposium happened?
Carolina: did we really do this?
2:34 PM Carolina: anyway, we'll figure out the name tags
me: yeah I kinda can't believe its all come together :)
And seriously, I kinda can't believe it. All the panic, all the work, all the embarrassment for not having started working on it earlier, the grant proposals, the pleadings for help, the emails drafted a million times before sending, the coordination with committee chairs, the GRATITUDE when people took assignments and ran with them, going over the budget, going over the budget AGAIN, ordering supplies, publicity, registration, volunteers...it's all almost over. The symposium is tomorrow. Tomorrow and Saturday. We have a location, we have people coming to speak, we have people coming to listen, and we have food. Sounds like it's gonna be just fine. :)
I woke up in a panic this morning, after having nightmares about the symposium*. Such a panic that I couldn't get out of bed for a while, couldn't admit even to that extent, the getting-out-of-bed extent, that the week was starting because I couldn't bear the thought of what it might bring. And then I did get out of bed, said a desperate prayer for help, and got dressed. And texted my best friend to say, "will you please text me every night around 8 or 9 and make sure I've eaten?"
'Cause I just know I'm going to forget, and that's not going to help anything.
*I'm one of two co-chairs/organizers of a graduate student symposium that will take place on my campus this weekend. We've been planning it for about a year, and will have presenters and attendees from all over the country. It's been a TON of work, and the work's not over yet, and, apparently, I'm panicked.
Are you KIDDING me?! First three days of torrential downpour and now snow?! This must be payback for having temperatures in the high 70's over spring break last week. :) Just in time for my parents to visit. :) :) And for my birthday. :) :) :)
In other news...my head is about to explode. But next Friday and Saturday is the graduate student symposium for which I am one of the co-chairs, and after that I'll be able to breathe again.
Breathe and write three 10-12 pages papers in the next two weeks.
Sometimes late at night I break into song. And in recognition of that whole it's - really - too - late - for - anyone - to - expect - me - to - be - rational thing, I typically preface my musical rendition with, "That reminds me of a song...and it goes a little something like this."
And so, when the mood strikes me, or the hour is late enough ;) , here is where I'll break into the silly songs of my childhood, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings of my grad student-hood, the haphazard mutterings of my single-hood, the philosophical musings of my female-hood, the inspirational babblings of my human-hood, the frazzled sputterings of my junior high French teacher-hood.
So world, this is me. These are my thoughts, this is my life. And it goes a little something like this...