Have I mentioned that I love working for the University? ‘Cause I have the next ten days off. No work for ten glorious days. It is fan-fucking-tastic.

The downside to ten glorious days off - we’re gonna be swamped by applications and transcripts and purpose statements and recommendation letters when we go back on the 2nd. But I’m trying not to think that far ahead.

Crystal gradumatated this morning. She’s all edumacated, and stuff. Watching her get her diplomas kinda made me wish I had walked when I graduated. (Couldn’t be bothered - 9am is too early to be awake on a Saturday morning after you’ve just taken the last final of your undergraduate college career and gotten trashed the night before. Honestly.) I was so proud of her, though. Two bachelor’s degrees in two very hard disciplines (Biochemistry and Biomedical Systems Engineering - she’s totally nuts), cum laude, and all. I think I was most upset because it means that she’s actually leaving. Next fall she’ll be moving halfway across the country to go to grad school, and she’ll end up being all successful and stuff and I’ll still be here being lazy and unproductive. The thought made me tear up a bit. I’m also PMS-ing, which prolly had something to do with the unexpected waterworks.

Mila is really pushing me to study the Russian and go back to school. And I really, very muchly want to, but not so soon. I’ve always thought it would be something that would happen a couple years down the line, but Mila wants me to start sitting in on her grad level courses in Methodology and registering for independent study Russian courses… I planned to take it slowly, but she wants me to do it now. And I’d really like to do it now, too, because I feel like I’ve been resting on my laurels for far too long. I’m scared. Mostly of failure, I suppose. I got a way to go. A long way to go. But I just wanna stroll there, not sprint, y’know?

Randomosity: I have totally become addicted to Facebook as of late. I have succumbed!!! WTF is wrong with me?!?!?