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It's very strange not being in school. It's not boredom, because I have plenty to keep me amused and busy during the day, and it's not lack of direction, because I know where I go from here. It's a smaller scale of strangeness, small things like not eating the usual foods I ate during the school day, or not having to be up and out at a certain time, and seeing Dro off to work instead of the other way around. I've no doubt that things will tighten back up again once I find a job, but in the meantime, I'm enjoying the peculiar feeling of No More School.
As I said, my direction now is to find a job. I wanted to start looking this week, but some mix-ups with school/the state lead me to only now revamping my resume, and with my parents due in town on Friday (YAY!) I've got a lot of work to do. The parents will be here until early Tuesday morning, and they're staying with us, so that kind of prevents job hunting at the moment, but I'm still terribly excited/nervous to see them. Well, no - I AM excited to see them, but I'm a wee bit nervous as I await that all important (and admittedly inevitable) parental approval - the apartment, my New York life, and so on. I haven't seen them since Christmas, and although this does mean I have to go to graduation on Saturday (bleh!), I know we're going to have an awesome time once we're done with all that formality! It'll be fun to have them here, and show off my lovely boyfriend/apartment/city along the way. :D
As far as keeping myself amused, when I'm not cleaning and running errands, I'm still playing Team Fortress 2 (and getting better by the round, especially with Engie, Soldier, and Demoman) and need to get back to work on Braid, which is beautiful and clever and wonderful and making me feel exponentially more hurr-durr-durr with each puzzle piece I can't get. I've been kind of keeping up with the Olympics, even going so far as to buy an antennae so I can catch it, and am still regretting watching the "HORRIFIC HUNGARIAN WEIGHTLIFTING INJURY (GRAPHIC)" on nbcolympics.com.
Most thrillingly, to me at least, is that I FINALLY GET TO READ BOOKS AGAIN, and my first project is to read the James Bond series, and watch the accompanying movie when I finish each one. So far I've finished Casino Royale (thrilling in a surprisingly understated way, revolving primarily around a brutally tense game of baccarat, and with a savage twist that leaves a foreshadowed scar on Bond's psyche from there on out) and Live and Let Die (fantastically cool, if you can get past the dated un-PC language - it has predatory fish and voodoo crime barons galore, and I think it'll be hard to beat for pure rip-roaring enjoyment). I'm hopefully going to have time today to watch at least Casino Royale, if not both of the movies, but I'm apprehensive about watching Live and Let Die - it's a Roger Moore one, which apparently has nothing in common with the book outside of character names, and I've seen mentioned the phrase "bridge of alligators". Facepalm. I'm also moving on to Moonraker in the book series, which apparently involves hi-jacking a space ship. SWEET.
I feel like I've done my flist a disservice by not writing much over the last few months, specifically about school. There's a number of reasons for this, not the least of which being exhaustion and endless studying for endless tests, but a lot of unfortunate things happened with the school itself, and its shockingly unprofessional and facistic administration. This sounds like a hyperbole, but it got really bad, especially towards the end, where I woke up most mornings feeling sick and anxious, dreading what new bastardry they were going to lay on us that day. I cried, I got angry, I had bouts of neurosis, and I raaaaaaaaaaaged futilly before finally just laying down and stopping fighting, which felt even worse but was a necessary evil. I realize that this is all very vague, but it would take longer than I have time to write to recount it all, and now that I've graduated, I'm writing off those mistreatments as best I can and moving on. There were a few amazing teachers - people who said things that will stay with me forever, and taught me lessons beyond the text book - and a lot of amazing classmates, who I grew tighter with than I ever expected. Much of the "education" I received, though, was a provision of materials on their part, and self-education on my part - in other words, it had virtually nothing to do with them and everything to do with me and (yeah, I'll boast!) my hard work and hard studying and big juicy brain. I'm ultimately just glad it's over, good and bad, and hopefully this part of the entry can work as something of an apology for keeping everyone so out-of-touch about what was going on in my life. Onwards and upwards.
And to you who was there for me through all of the bullshit and angst and wins and work, who always had something real to say to lift me when I was down, or to encourage me on when I was up... you're the best. Thanks, mister. :3
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