Yep. It's been a long while. Hold on. Let me have a sip of the libation I have procured so as to facilitate the development of a flow (not that I need any sort of adult beverages to write a blog. I can quit time I want YOU DON'T OWN ME).
Ah. That's American beer. And I'm wearing a vest and a Christmas tie, but that's who I am in the now that is now. Because, man, we should like, be one with the one that is one with our one and then we'll have won the one... too.
That's deep, man.
Okay, so basically this has been a test run so far to get me back into the flow. Let's see what I ccan do to make this coherent, because I have no idea what I'm going to talk about- there's been a lot since my last post, and you knw what, let's talk about what's happened in BULLET TIME. I MEAN FORMAT.
It's pretty freaking baller. I think the first thing he said was, "Man, I hope it's not to small for you." And of course, my response was something along the lines of, (dammit they don't have Algerian as a font option, so I can't make myself sound appropriately regal and magnanimous here) "My child, something about an eye of a needle making a city on a hill of sand less stable for seven foolish wives who were not appropriately dressed for the wedding feast for the prodigal's son" and to cut that biblical American Pie business short, it seemed enormous to me compared to what I had in France. I mean, the ceilings don't even slope in and cut my total volume in half!
The counters are at a reasonable height for an actual person who's not entirely insane!
A freaking microwave!
A refrigerator where I can use the whole thing! (Honestly, that took me a while to get used to. I'm pretty sure I asked Joe about 12 times, "Hey, is it okay if I move ____ in the refrigerator?" to which he said, "Dude, you live here now. You don't have to ask." But for 8 months, I been asking permission to move food. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so (and now you can thank your lucky stars that I actually made an obscure pop-culture reference. But oh, there's another coming, and it's just for you, Pops).
A roommate who doesn't constantly judge me! (Okay, fine, not as much as Bev did. There's still judging, to be sure.)
Basically, it's a sweetheart deal.
Then, over the summer, I did research witha drug discovery group. I don't mean to brag/sound like (okay this reference is taking me a long time to find) a Nathan, but I was doing some experiments that were busting the whole thing wide open (okay, fine, I'll give you that one- it was supposed to be a thing from Sophie's Choice where Nathan keeps going on about how they've almost cracked the whole thing wide open with this experiment blah blah long story short it's not about Sophie and um where was I but yeah hope you liked this Dad despite the blatant lack of commas here). Regardless, good times in a lab, and all is right with the world.
There have been other developments, but it's late and I need to study tomorrow. I just want to start getting back in the habit of updating this, such as I can.
Oh! Also! Um.... that notebook with all those nice recipes that had a couple of things I had made that hadn't gotten posted on here yet? Well.... it got lost. I'm as sad as you are, because it had some pretty priceless stuff.
Anyhoo, let's see if next time I can do better.
Ah. That's American beer. And I'm wearing a vest and a Christmas tie, but that's who I am in the now that is now. Because, man, we should like, be one with the one that is one with our one and then we'll have won the one... too.
That's deep, man.
Okay, so basically this has been a test run so far to get me back into the flow. Let's see what I ccan do to make this coherent, because I have no idea what I'm going to talk about- there's been a lot since my last post, and you knw what, let's talk about what's happened in BULLET TIME. I MEAN FORMAT.
- I went to the Balkans, i.e. (holy crap let's see if I can remember all this) Belgrade (with the longest bus ride ever. That itself might be worth a post if I can remember everything that went down.), Sarajevo, Mostar, and, um... Split? Was it Split? Geeez I can't believe I don't remember. Either way, Serbia, Bosnia, Bosnia, Croatia, back to Serbia, and then back to Paris, where Bev was as lovely as ever.
- I found out Amanda was dating someone new. This was a rough blow at the time, and at times, it still can be (if we're being totally honest here), but at this point? I'm glad she found someone else (to put it nicely). They're engaged now, and I hope they find all the happiness in the world. ANYHOO LET'S STOP THE EMO NOW.
- I had my last couple of days at my schools. I'm indifferent about the other teachers, really, but I did have a great time with Annette teaching English. That was my once in a lifetime adventure, and it was awesome. It was also my last summer, and what a summer it was.
- Blah blah went back to the States blah blah Davidson Graduation blah blah awkwardness and mixed signals with Amanda blah blah enough of that.
- And then, well, we're to where I am now (more or less).
It's pretty freaking baller. I think the first thing he said was, "Man, I hope it's not to small for you." And of course, my response was something along the lines of, (dammit they don't have Algerian as a font option, so I can't make myself sound appropriately regal and magnanimous here) "My child, something about an eye of a needle making a city on a hill of sand less stable for seven foolish wives who were not appropriately dressed for the wedding feast for the prodigal's son" and to cut that biblical American Pie business short, it seemed enormous to me compared to what I had in France. I mean, the ceilings don't even slope in and cut my total volume in half!
The counters are at a reasonable height for an actual person who's not entirely insane!
A freaking microwave!
A refrigerator where I can use the whole thing! (Honestly, that took me a while to get used to. I'm pretty sure I asked Joe about 12 times, "Hey, is it okay if I move ____ in the refrigerator?" to which he said, "Dude, you live here now. You don't have to ask." But for 8 months, I been asking permission to move food. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so (and now you can thank your lucky stars that I actually made an obscure pop-culture reference. But oh, there's another coming, and it's just for you, Pops).
A roommate who doesn't constantly judge me! (Okay, fine, not as much as Bev did. There's still judging, to be sure.)
Basically, it's a sweetheart deal.
Then, over the summer, I did research witha drug discovery group. I don't mean to brag/sound like (okay this reference is taking me a long time to find) a Nathan, but I was doing some experiments that were busting the whole thing wide open (okay, fine, I'll give you that one- it was supposed to be a thing from Sophie's Choice where Nathan keeps going on about how they've almost cracked the whole thing wide open with this experiment blah blah long story short it's not about Sophie and um where was I but yeah hope you liked this Dad despite the blatant lack of commas here). Regardless, good times in a lab, and all is right with the world.
There have been other developments, but it's late and I need to study tomorrow. I just want to start getting back in the habit of updating this, such as I can.
Oh! Also! Um.... that notebook with all those nice recipes that had a couple of things I had made that hadn't gotten posted on here yet? Well.... it got lost. I'm as sad as you are, because it had some pretty priceless stuff.
Anyhoo, let's see if next time I can do better.
