Friday, April 29, 2011

Seven Quick Takes: Some people in England are getting married? and random updates on my life

1. I started writing a post on the rest of my Triduum. Hopefully I'll finish it and get it up tomorrow, but we'll see.

2. I've tried really hard to figure out why I should care that Prince William and Kate Middleton are getting married today. And I can't think of any reasons. So I don't. Sorry, I am cold and heartless like that. I wish them less dysfunction than other royal couples.

3. My uncle invited me to join a family tree site the other day. Now THAT is exciting to me. I spent quite a while on there this morning putting in various bits of information about my immediate family. (And putting in my uncles' birthdays...they weren't going to get away with not telling the site how old they are.) (57 and 51, respectively. My mom is their baby sister.)

Uncle #1 says that he's working on getting all our ancestors up. So far it goes to my great-great grandparents.

4. I need to figure out a way to make a similar page for my novel characters. I've been wanting a decent way to make family trees for years, but I hesitate to use legitimate genealogy sites for my fiction. Don't want to confuse anybody. Maybe I'll make Scott write me a program for that.

5. Scott is now working full-time and taking three night classes. I am rather put out that I can't Skype with him all day long anymore. Of course, I'm also intensely proud of him for being willing to work so hard. And it's less than three weeks until I'm home and can visit him more often.

6. Graduation is in 15 days. I turned in my thesis on Tuesday and picked up my cap and gown on Wednesday. I do not have a job yet.

7. Then again, my parents are in the initial phases of a private domestic adoption (and by initial phases I mean lots and lots of paperwork) so they might want me at home and jobless so I can hold down the fort when they decide to hop on a plane and fly across the country to go get a baby. Any of you readers who didn't know about this already can pray for my hypothetical baby sibling, who's probably conceived already somewhere out there.

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Holy Week 2011: Holy Thursday

Holy Thursday Mass was...amazing. The only downside is the fact that I'll probably compare every other Holy Thursday Mass for the rest of my life to this one.

We had it in the Fieldhouse, which was standing room only. I think that means about 3000 people, but I'm not totally sure there. Then we had a candlelight procession to Christ the King for the Reposition of the Blessed Sacrament. I ended up somewhat near the front of the procession in that I managed to get a seat in an actual pew. We got there at maybe 9:20 (Mass started at 7:30 and ended right around 9) and by about 9:28 by my watch people were already leaving, but more people kept coming in to refill the pews.

I left at 9:30 (sorry, Jesus, but I'm too much of an early bird to do Compline at 11) and there was still a line of people 4 or 5 wide snaking all the way back to the Fieldhouse, their candles bravely flickering in the windy darkness.

Now I'm tired, so I'm going to finish this utterly inadequate post with an utterly uninspiring final paragraph and go to bed.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Five Minute Friday (a day late): Distance

I saw this over at Elizabeth Foss and had to join in because...well, because distance is such a part of my life right now.

I started dating Scott in April of 2008, as you all know if you read my post a few weeks ago. A month later we went home for summer vacation, and I had no idea what was going to happen to us.

What happened was that he called, almost every day. After he got a second-shift job he called at 11:30 p.m. and I got out of bed and went and sat on the floor of the garage in my pajamas and talked in privacy until 1 a.m. some nights. And I'm a morning person.

Then we went back to school, and for a little over two months we didn't have to worry about distance. He still kept me up well past my bedtime; we were often busy until 9 so we would meet up then and talk until midnight. And I would get up at 6 a.m. There wasn't a lot of sleep in the first 7 months of loving Scott.

Then he left. I remember one day a month or so after he left, telling one of my household sisters about it, and she asked, "So...are you still together?"

Yes, we were still together. Apart, but together. "Next semester" turned into "next year" turned into "not for the foreseeable future" and 2 1/2 years later here we are, me almost graduated, almost ready to go back to be near him again.

To be together in both senses of the word.

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Friday, April 15, 2011

Seven Quick Takes: I might survive after all

1. First off: 29 days until I graduate!

2. I turned in my thesis draft Monday, despite difficulties like the lack of staplers capable of handling 33 pages at once. (I eventually found one in the library.) Then I discussed it with Advisor #1 on Thursday and he actually liked it. Unfortunately, Advisor #2 had to postpone our meeting from 10 a.m. today to an unspecified time on Monday because he hasn't read it yet. However, I am apparently first on the list for this weekend's thesis-reading marathon.

3. I can't go into too much detail on this one, but I want to brag on myself a bit, so here goes my attempt at coherency and privacy combined.

On Wednesday evening Scott brought up something that was on his mind and ended up upsetting me thoroughly right before I had to go to a household commitment. So I stomped off to my commitment and cried the whole time. Fortunately, the hour away from the conversation enabled me to sort through all my possible reactions to the situation, so when I stomped back to my room I was able to go for the most calm and rational of the various options.

And it turned out that Scott actually agreed with me. In fact, he said that I was able to express his views on a certain point better than he could have.

Communication skills, sometimes I have them.

(Seriously, you know that scene in The Emperor's New Groove where Kuzco has just saved Pacha from falling into the canyon and he does this little self-congratulatory dance? That's what I felt like.)

(In the interests of full disclosure: This is only noteworthy because my usual reaction to being upset is to cry and say nasty things and then nastily point out that I have to get up in the morning and stomp off to bed having ensured that both of us are thoroughly grumpy.)

(Obviously, I should be turned into a llama and have a journey of self-discovery so I can become a nicer person.)

4. There is a bucket of candy in my closet. Up on the highest shelf, so I can only reach it by standing on my chair, but still. A BUCKET. FULL OF CANDY. AND HOLY WEEK STARTS IN TWO DAYS.

5. Did I mention I went home this past weekend? I don't think I did, actually.

I went home this past weekend. My roommate drove me back and forth, because she is the bestest roommate ever. She added an hour and a half each way so we could pick up Scott because she is inhumanly awesome.

My roommate has become a minor celebrity with Teresa thanks to webcams, so she was absolutely thrilled to see me and Scott and Grace.

6. The reason I picked last weekend to go home was because there was a special Mass for people celebrating 25th or 50th anniversaries in 2011. So my parents got a free cake and a certificate from the bishop blessing their marriage.

During the reception after Mass, Teresa walked up to Father D., tugged on his hand, and when he looked down at her (way down; Father D. is about 6'6") she said matter-of-factly, "You baptized me when I was a baby." Then she went back to eating her brownie.

(She's right on the baptism part, but I'm not sure 3-year-olds count as babies.)

7. The fact that I visited a few days ago and will be seeing my family again in 28 days (!!) means that I'm actually not going home for Easter this year. Which means that I get to experience the Triduum at Steubenville, which is allegedly awesome. This will include my first ever Holy Thursday Mass (that I know of) and my first Easter Vigil since Dad came into the Church in 2004. (We're a noon-Mass-the-day-of kind of family, normally.) I'm pretty excited, but I should probably start stocking up on sleep now.

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Monday, April 11, 2011

I'm still alive

The rough draft of the thesis is due today. Pray for me.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Seven Quick Takes: April Fools is worse than St. Patrick's Day

1. PSA: April Fools Day and Asperger's Syndrome don't mix. It's 8:15 and I've already been mildly traumatized. Really, Facebook friends of myself, my brain doesn't have the ability to process practical jokes. (Facebook friends of my Facebook friends: Thank you for figuring it out and commenting so I'm only mildly traumatized.)

2. The title of this post is a hangover from my public school days. Now I love St. Patrick. Because now I'm old enough to realize it's okay for me to slap you if you pinch me. (PSA: I'll do it, too. Hard.)

3. It's snowing here in Steubenville. It snowed yesterday too. See, that's funny. God has a good sense of humor.

4. I generally have to prompt Teresa to give me hugs and things like that. I don't think it's that she's not an expressive child, I think it's that she's got so many things going on at once in her little brain that stopping to give people hugs is just not on her radar. But yesterday we were on Skype and she said "I miss you so much" a few different times and gave me lots of hugs and kisses. (I'm sure Mom appreciates her computer screen getting spit on it...) It makes me happy and sad at the same time.

5. Have I mentioned that she can legitimately ride a bike now? Last summer she really couldn't, but then while I was home for spring break she hauled her bike in out of the garage and started very easily riding it in circles around the house. (With training wheels, mind, but she has time to get the balance thing. Let's appreciate her pedaling accomplishment.)

On a related note, I like to point out to Mom sometimes how she's getting really soft in her old age. Teresa does all sorts of things that I would never have gotten away with when I was four.

6. I have three graduated household sisters visiting this week, one of them from China. And of course I'm too busy with the thesis and other projects to catch up with them.

7. All the coolest stuff in my life right now is unbloggable. So I'm just going to leave you with that cryptic thought and go work on the thesis some more.

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