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Sep. 14th, 2016 01:09 pm1. I moved back to Washington at the end of July, which has been...uh, an Experience, because while I grew up here I also haven't been home since Thanksgiving 2014 (a disaster), and I'd gotten used to (a) living on my own, (b) living in a city, and (c) living in Louisiana. So being back with my parents in my small town is interesting, and I spent all of August and the past few weeks in September in a pretty terrible headspace, even by my standards. Mood swings, ineffable sadness, irrational anger, the works.
2. One of the things I did -- benefit of moving back to your childhood home right after clearing out your first apartment -- was do a hard purge of my room, because there is stuff here that's been here since we moved here in 1996. I sent so, so many bags of stuff either to Goodwill or the dump (well, they're piled up in one of the outbuildings until we can go to the dump), but I've managed to get my room more livable or at least updated to my current interests -- I'm putting up art for the first time...ever, since I own so much Star Wars art. I've got a lot of stuff on the walls but more stuff piled up waiting for frames or the perfect place to go.
2a. One of the things I have to go through is my yarn stash, since I had to stop knitting when I injured my wrists three years and I'm too scared to start again, and I've had a couple of people say they're interested in buying it, so I need to find out what I have and price it. The problem is that this is more emotional for me than anything else, and I can only take about five minutes of looking at it every few weeks, which is not really conducive to any of the above.
3. I got really into the Star Wars Card Trader app pretty much as soon as I got home, and it's infuriating and addicting and probably not particularly good for me because of how frustrated it makes me, but it's impossible to stop. Especially once I, you know, spent real money on the thing. (And then I end up shrieking at myself "They're pixels! You could have bought REAL TRADING CARDS with that money! Or prints! Or books!" Though I lack a collector's mentality, which is probably for the best given that I also have hoarding tendencies, see above, twenty years worth of STUFF.) I just want the pretty things I want and for people not to yell at me, which is actually surprisingly ahrd to accomplish.
4. I've been cooking a lot from Freddie Prinze Jr.'s cookbook Back to the Kitchen, which I initially picked up because he voices my favorite character on Star Wars Rebels, but, guys, this cookbook is solid. LOVE IT. I think I've cooked more from it than I have from any other cookbook I own -- which is a lot, I really like cookbooks, I just don't cook from them particularly often.
5. I got my degree! My diploma came in the mail last week and I got the confirmation that my thesis passed all the checks a few days ago, which you'd think they would have confirmed before they gave me the degree, but it passed and that's the important part. I'm now in the building myself up to apply to PhD programs stage, which is nerve-wracking because I need to e-mail the professors at some of the programs I'm interested in, but I hate sending e-mails more than almost anything. (And I'd prefer to just go back to Louisiana, rather than anywhere else, which does require me to bet heavily on LSU and Tulane (again, yes, I know. Different department.) I hate change and I love New Orleans.)
2. One of the things I did -- benefit of moving back to your childhood home right after clearing out your first apartment -- was do a hard purge of my room, because there is stuff here that's been here since we moved here in 1996. I sent so, so many bags of stuff either to Goodwill or the dump (well, they're piled up in one of the outbuildings until we can go to the dump), but I've managed to get my room more livable or at least updated to my current interests -- I'm putting up art for the first time...ever, since I own so much Star Wars art. I've got a lot of stuff on the walls but more stuff piled up waiting for frames or the perfect place to go.
2a. One of the things I have to go through is my yarn stash, since I had to stop knitting when I injured my wrists three years and I'm too scared to start again, and I've had a couple of people say they're interested in buying it, so I need to find out what I have and price it. The problem is that this is more emotional for me than anything else, and I can only take about five minutes of looking at it every few weeks, which is not really conducive to any of the above.
3. I got really into the Star Wars Card Trader app pretty much as soon as I got home, and it's infuriating and addicting and probably not particularly good for me because of how frustrated it makes me, but it's impossible to stop. Especially once I, you know, spent real money on the thing. (And then I end up shrieking at myself "They're pixels! You could have bought REAL TRADING CARDS with that money! Or prints! Or books!" Though I lack a collector's mentality, which is probably for the best given that I also have hoarding tendencies, see above, twenty years worth of STUFF.) I just want the pretty things I want and for people not to yell at me, which is actually surprisingly ahrd to accomplish.
4. I've been cooking a lot from Freddie Prinze Jr.'s cookbook Back to the Kitchen, which I initially picked up because he voices my favorite character on Star Wars Rebels, but, guys, this cookbook is solid. LOVE IT. I think I've cooked more from it than I have from any other cookbook I own -- which is a lot, I really like cookbooks, I just don't cook from them particularly often.
5. I got my degree! My diploma came in the mail last week and I got the confirmation that my thesis passed all the checks a few days ago, which you'd think they would have confirmed before they gave me the degree, but it passed and that's the important part. I'm now in the building myself up to apply to PhD programs stage, which is nerve-wracking because I need to e-mail the professors at some of the programs I'm interested in, but I hate sending e-mails more than almost anything. (And I'd prefer to just go back to Louisiana, rather than anywhere else, which does require me to bet heavily on LSU and Tulane (again, yes, I know. Different department.) I hate change and I love New Orleans.)