Tara Brito claims I don't update my blog enough. She's probably right. I don't have a ton to say but I'll update because it's Sunday and I'm still in my pajamas and realistically, what else am I going to do?
I. Love. Graduate school. This hit me last night when I was reading a book of literary theory before going out. Yes, mock me all you want, I know that was a nerdy sentence. But it was like 8 pm on a Saturday, I'm sitting in my going out clothes and highlighting a dense book of theory, and all of a sudden I was just like, "wow. I love this. I love school." I think my plan right now is to take another year off and work a job that actually pays me money while I apply to Ph.D programs. I want my professors from my master's program to write me my letters of rec, and I can't ask them to write them now - they've known me like, a month. What could they possibly say? But yeah. Man. I can't imagine doing really anything except being in school for as long as possible, and then teaching people in a university setting. Basically, that stereotype of the liberal professor in the ivory tower who couldn't hack it in the "real world?" More or less, I want to be that stereotype. A month of graduate school has clinched this conviction for me one hundred times over. I spent a good portion of my morning googling Ph.D programs. This is what I do for fun.
ANYWAY. Moving on. On a slightly, but not very, less nerdy note, Annemarie and I have started a running regime. She is running the Connemara marathon in April. I am not doing this thing, but I told her I'd run with her until she gets up to the level where I have to back out. I mean, I like being in shape, but I draw the line somewhere. And that line is in the 5-7 mile range (if not sooner). But yesterday was our first day and my legs are KILLING me. We didn't have a pedometer but we came home and googlemapped our route and we ran somewhere in the 2.5 mile range. I ran pretty frequently already, but it's sooo much harder when you're with someone else because I tend to cut myself off early and allow myself a lot of walking breaks. Brutal, but good.
I don't really know what else to say. I booked a flight to London to visit my cousin Emmy in November, and we're going to do a Thanksgiving! Not on the actual day, because I have to go to class and stuff, but on the Saturday after Tgives. Just found out my little sister is coming to Ireland over her Christmas break, right after Tara and Katy leave. (Tara and Katy are coming for New Year's, which I am SO excited about and literally think about on a daily basis.) I'll still be on break when she's here, and we're thinking of going up to Northern Ireland to see where our family is from. (yeah, they're from Northern Ireland.) We did this once before when we were much younger. I don't remember a ton about the trip except suspicious old ladies eyed us wherever we went and literally wouldn't speak to us until we assured them we were Catholic, and by extension, Irish and not British. It was actually sort of spooky, now that I'm remembering it better. Oh, and on the same trip, we spent most of our time in the Republic and kept commenting on how great it was to be in a place that wasn't overrun with corporations and urban sprawl crap. As soon as we crossed the border into Northern Ireland/the UK, the first thing we saw was a Safeway next to a McDonald's. So... yeah. That'll be fun.
I'm off to the farmer's market today. I've been meaning to go and it's not raining so it seems like a good day to finally make that happen. Love and miss all of you!
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