on my way

Tomorrow I'm flying back to what seems less and less like home but somehow always will be. I'd be excited even if this did not include meeting a certain yellow Labrador for the first time. It will be so nice to have a real break again -- last year did not count at all.

I love the smell of winter when it first arrives. There's a thin veil of snow on the lawns and rooftops, with a foot more expected Friday. I would not be surprised if my plane were delayed. Boo. I will be pissed if I miss the caroling party Saturday night because of the storm.

I got Matt to watch Death Note with me, and now he's kind of addicted. It's been two years since I watched that show and I forgot how much I love it. Hee! Matt and I are going to the airport together tomorrow, which kind of makes me forget he's not coming to L.A. with me. My friends and I are going to exchange gifts when we get back, since many people have been wrapped up in papers and unable to shop as much as I have. All of us will be together for New Years, which is going to be a nice change.

I need to find a second job for the spring, since Mary will be at Stanford for the term and Barbara can't employ me full time. I've been in contact with Lindamood-Bell, and though nothing real has come of it yet, if I'm here this summer I'd like to do that again.

All my thoughts are disjointed. I'm going to make more coffee.

finally~

courtesy of toothpastefordinner.com

waiting for snow

So I'm nursing a nascent cold, three pesky manuscripts, and a self-inflicted haircut (though I must say I am very pleased with the latter, as it now stands). Our Christmas tree has not arrived yet, and I am getting antsy. We're all going to Mauricio and Albert's housewarming party tonight. It took a really long time for them to get their stuff together, I guess. How strange that we might have all been living there together. Faux-granite kitchen or no, I'd much rather be here, especially considering where I ended up working.

Yay for pterosaurs!

Also, based on recent hearsay, I'm pretty sure that the G-clock doesn't stop, and if I went back to school next year I'd be a g3 already, with only one semester's worth of credit under my belt. I would have to teach while taking a full load of required courses and preparing for generals. If that doesn't seal the deal I don't know what does.

I finally figured out where to find attractive layouts for this thing.

whoot

Thanksgiving, et cetera

Well, I'm not going shopping today, except for a little Christmas tree from eBay. The last of the leaves have finally fled, and the whole world is gray outside. Matt, on the other hand, is hitting the malls, since he's much better than I at braving crowds in the name of savings.

Thankgiving was very nice, and quiet, since there were only five of us around: Matt, Atanu, Philip, and I, along with Choo Choo, the adorable, incredibly polite shelter mutt whom Atanu is dog-sitting for someone in his department. Having Choo Choo around really made Marion Street feel like a home, which is sad because they're not allowed to have pets. The turkey came out well, and the stuffing even better. I think we all have a lot to be thankful for this year.

Speaking of thankful, here is a video of a very thankful penguin:



I have definitely felt that way before.

nostalgia, or the opposite?

Why does looking at old photographs make me so sad?

Ahahaha

Ha ha ha.

worst line of NaNo yet

In her head, Maddey thought of myriad possibilities that seemed to branch out like branches from a tree.

I...I can't believe that came from my brain...Gah I hate my novel. ><;