woah, we're halfway there.

It's weird to think that in a few days I'll be halfway done with college. Four semesters down and four to go. It means a lot of pondering about what I want to do with the next two years and the rest of my life. The anthropology advisor recommended that I go for the honors degree and write a thesis if I think I'll have time, so I probably will. I finished my term paper for human society and culture and turned it in and think it turned out pretty well, and now I've got a voucher in my wallet for a free trip to the museum (with special exhibits! 8D) that's just begging to be used (There's a special dinosaur extra I haven't seen yet.) I'm just kind of nervous to try to use it in case it's turned down, which I doubt it will be since a tour guide gave it to me when she heard about my project, but who knows.

In the end I had a pretty good time in Human Society and Culture, but it doesn't get me excited the way Human Evolution did last semester.

Basically I'm still totally up in the air about what to do with my life. One exam and a final project left and then I'm done and I'll be able to think coherently again. Which will be nice.

I want to grab people by the shoulders

and shake them

and whisper in their faces

"Isn't this the coolest????"

This is a coat made of salmon skin:

A few weeks ago I saw a similar coat at the American Museum of Natural History.

They're even more impressive in person.

I love this. :)

Summation of the Day

After class, I went to the AMNH to work on my anthropology semester project. Got some really great stuff and talked to a really helpful volunteer. I think I can use this.

It was gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous out, so instead of getting on the B-C train, I decided to walk across central park and catch a 4-5-6, which is a more direct route home.

The park was beautiful, the temperature was perfect, and everywhere I looked there were happy, shiny people living happy, shiny lives.

And then I got on the most crowded 5 train of my life. It was like the Tokyo subway (I am assuming). There was no room to breathe.

And right now the guys next door are having a horrible, horrible loud party for the fourth night in a row. Killing them would be bloody, but it would also be infinitely satisfying.

"Right now, there are people watching this blizzard from 350 kilometers above the Earth's surface. Isn't that amazing?"

I was going to make this some long and philosophical post about today being the 50th anniversary of Vostok 1, but instead I'm just going to scream incoherently:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And some more:

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!

Because I just got off the most magical phone call ever. I am sad because it is the last of these magical phone calls I will ever get because every time I've gotten one for the last four years it's been like getting a letter from Hogwarts.

In case you aren't following,

I just got a magical phone call from Blank Young Playwrights that Like a Dog in Space is in the festival!

OHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

PERFECT TIMING, I COULD KISS YOU. OH MY GOD.

SINCE I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY, WATCH THIS.

Got to page sixty on my screenplay.

Exhausted. Pondering how much better it would work as a stage play where I can have, like, a thesis or something.

Sometimes my majors interact in weird ways.

Good night.

late at night and I'm kind of ramble-y

When I was in elementary school, I was really into sewing. I remember that there was a brand of fabric glue my best friend and I used when we were making stuffed animals that had a very, very distinctive smell. I close my eyes and I can still smell this stuff, the odor was strong and could give you a headache after a while, but it's terribly nostalgic.

Once I got to college, I realized that the closest analog for what this stuff smelled like is the cheap marijuana my neighbors like to vent into the hall, and into our bathroom. I guess I'm thinking about it because they've currently managed to stink up my apartment.

On a totally unrelated note, Like a Dog in Space made it to the semi-finals of Blank Young Playwrights 2011! Hooray!!! Fingers crossed, let's see if I get in!

Super intern

So at work we use these things called "purchase orders" that are basically IOUs from school districts promising they'll pay for their orders sometime in the next few weeks. All of these have to be filed by reference number in case they're important later.

When I started working at the office in January, there was an enormous stack of purchase orders. At some point someone had gone through and sorted most of them... backwards? but other than that... nope, good luck. This was made more complicated due to the files that had no clear sense of range - orders in a single file might be in order, but overall they didn't really make any sense.

And purchase orders were arriving constantly, so the pile kept getting bigger.

I swore I would put an end to this. I swore I would battle the villain of office clutter and get the rowdy files under control.

And within the last two days, I did. There are currently ZERO purchase orders waiting to be filed, and everything is neatly ordered and labeled.

HOORAY!

Of course, there will probably be more when I go back on Friday. By which I mean there definitely will be.

But for now? I am super intern.

Also, paper cuts are battle scars from filing, don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.