This question is stupid because I remember my first crush, in grade school, and there was nothing special about him. I guess I just thought he was cute. I never did anything about it (oh, how things haven't changed...) and so that's that.
Anyway I'm writing because I'm bored and have time to kill before my laundry is done drying. Actually probably a lot of time to kill because the spin cycle on my washer didn't work so great, so I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to run the one load twice. EXCITING LAUNDRY TIMES!
Yesterday I finished reading Game of Thrones, which I bought because 1) I've been following the show and 2) it was on sale for like 13 bucks at Target. Which maybe doesn't sound that cheap but list price was $19 and it's ridiculously long. But good! So good! The show stays pretty faithful to it, and what it changes makes sense (generally if anything they just add backstory somehow since they can't really narrate like in the novel... although, thanks to it being HBO, this backstory often comes packaged with gratuitous sex) but it's nice to read the book and have a little more idea of the character's thoughts and motivations. Plus there are so many goddamned named it gets confusing on the show, but now I'm pretty sure I know who's who and who they swear allegiance to. The book was surprisingly not tedious- for how involved and intricate the show is, I could see it dragging, but for the most part it does not.
In other less exciting and more depressing news, Susan called on Thursday night last to inform me that they had to put Sparky to sleep. I was more than a little upset. She's been my puppy for almost 14 years. I know she was sick and in pain, and I'm glad she didn't really have to suffer too long at the end, but at the same time, I'm literally leaving for Cleveland tonight, I wish she could've held on. It's weird to think that six months ago was the last time I'll ever see her- it makes me wonder who else I've already seen for the last time.
That conversation sort of came up when I was talking to Nick last night. You know, we all graduated (366 days ago...) and went our separate ways. And a year ago, I don't think a lot of my friends who were class '10 with me expected to be where they are right now at this particular moment in time. The way the economy is and such, it's hard for people to get jobs, and as Conan O'Brien pointed out in his Dartmouth address (which I totally watched and you should, too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmDYXaaT9sA) despite all the plans and hopes we have, you never really know where life will take you. I have no idea what I'm doing once school is over in December. Ideally I'll go on to get my PhD starting in fall of 2012 but who knows if I'll find something for sure, and if I do where that will be and etc etc. (Also it may all be for naught anyway if the world ends in December 2012) And even if I do find something, there's at least six months there where I have to find a job doing something, anything, to make enough money to pay rent.
So I guess we'll just see where life takes me? It's a scary prospect for someone who likes planning, but I need to get used to it. I'm lucky my parents probably won't let me become destitute and that I have a degree that might actually be useful for finding a job (yayyyy science!) but still, you never know.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go see how wet my laundry still is...
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