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So · There · We · Were...
tales from the Northeast
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So I've been BURIED in work this semester, but so far not for nothin. I've gotten final grades in 5 of 7 classes, all As so far. ~does little dance~ So it's going well SO far, but I dont want to live here any longer than I have to. Looking at hospitals in Boston, Portland Maine, and Hanover NH. And I get to go home next friday. WHEEE! EIGHT DAYS TO GO!!!! |
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Ok...after four and a half weeks here, I have one very simple observation about this city I now will call home for the next 2 years: it's too bloody hot here.
School is going well, but fast, and there are lots and LOTS of books to be read. Not many men in my program, but I'm only 8 miles outside of a ::gasp:: CITY. Squee! So I may actually get a social life eventually. |
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Quite possibly the best aria ever for playing REALLY LOUDLY with car windows down. Try it sometime. If nothing else, people will do really funny doubletakes, especially if you crank the bass first. |
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So my health insurance kicked back in yesterday (YAY!) which meant it was time to be attacked by a scissor-wielding dermatologist. SCISSORS. Not a scalpel, or something that looked vaguely authoritative, a pair of small honest-to-god SCISSORS. I am traumatised, but mostly undamaged, and have "really excellent skin, with absolutely no sun damage." Of course I dont have sun damage. I was goth in high school, and still hate tanning with a passion. Maybe it's the tudor mindset. In much worse news, my grandmother has (once again) taken a turn for the worse. This time she's not bleeding, but instead the swelling in her lower legs has gotten much more severe, and it's now causing her pain. She has catagorically refused amputation, which is just about all they could do for her. The docs say that she WILL get an infection, and it will kill her. She says that's fine, please give her something for the pain, and please go away with the knives and saws. She wants to donate herself as a med school cadaver, and they won't take her without her feet. She's a tough lady. The family will, of course, make sure her wishes are carried out to the letter. Cause overriding a patient's wishes isn't something we do. |
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Ok. I'm going to rant a little. If you (oh unnamed male person) want me to believe that you want to potentially date me, then, perhaps, JUST PERHAPS you should, I dunno, CALL/ EMAIL/ TEXT/ AIM me at SOME point in your week off. YES, i know you're busy, yes i know your family is insane, and your aunt is ill. This would totally get you off the hook with me for as long as you needed, except for the fact that you seem to have managed to talk to EVERYONE ELSE THAT EITHER OF US KNOWS...but not me.
Cause that made me feel shiny and happy and appreciated. Really.
Next time you feel the need to have a nice long chat with me, when it suits your schedule, maybe you should begin it with an apology. A GOOD apology. |
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going back down to Philly next week to apartment shop, and help the Leah move into HER apartment in King Of Prussia. Which is really a completely odd name for a town. With a ginormous mall in it. Another friend has their 25th birthday on Tuesday, and I would like to be present to wish happy returns/keep everyone from getting alcohol poisoning. The usual. ~sigh~ life is so freaking crazy. in other news, survived 10 days crewing on a 42 foot sailboat where it was just me and the owner. If ever I do it again, remind me to bring OTHER PEOPLE. With just one other person who I dont know very well it was TERRIBLY confining. |
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So...by this weekend (assuming the yachting isnt going to happen sooner than thought, I must take myladyswarderobe's LOVELY toile and turn it into a new bodice for me. This won't be a problem, as it will be my FOURTH attached to this same skirt. This is perfectly period, and I LOVE my blue kirtle, so hrmph. Hoping to have enough blue for the bodice again, or will simply have to contrast. This would pain me though, as I like the blue head to foot. So it has to be done (except for eyeletting, which can be done (or, as is often the case with me, NOT done) in transit to Crown Tournament. I can do this. really. It's not exactly the first time ive left costuming to the last couple of days. :-p |
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I'm so glad I have these sometimes- those days where I feel FABULOUS- skinnier, with better hair, skin, and style than usual. Today is one of those days. I've been sashaying around doing my chores, grinning from ear to ear. There is no reason at ALL for this, simply me, being happy. Unfortunately, I have been unable to infect anyone with my mood yet. I have high hopes though. If anyone needs a mood boost, i HIGHLY recommend "Better Now" by Collective Soul. It is impossible not to be happy with this song on. Well...i guess if somebody had just died, maybe, but otherwise, no. |
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I'm still waiting to hear from DePaul. My interview at Yale is next Wednesday. They say it is unlikely that there are any places left for this coming year's class. I told them I would come anyway. I'll do my best to convince them to take me. Looking at the CV's of past students, I'm a bit intimidated...research grants at major universities as undergrads, traveled the world to help third-world medicine, et cetera. I'm not nearly that cool on paper! Maybe my admissions interviewer will have a sense of humor. :-p |
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I am properly ashamed of myself for not posting. But also, I got accepted to Villanova's nursing program! That means I'm going SOMEWHERE, even if nobody else accepts me.
Now I have to try to recertify as an EMT even though I won't have taken my practical exam until after it has expired. This is because the weather has been so damn bad this winter that the tests have been canceled the times i could take them. I mean...I WORK! So we'll see how that goes.
The goal is not to panic. |
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Teehee! I entered the rediculously silly contest on "The Tudors" website because the prize is 50,000 dollars, and on top of that, a massive charity donation. I love the idea of winning and giving the extra 25,000 "money for charity" to support historical museums...to support the REAL Tudor stuff.
Of course...in addition to paying for nursing school that would give me lots of fabric money for accurate reconstructions, now wouldnt it? |
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Mailing my applications to the first two nursing programs tomorrow morning first thing. The only problem is...my supporting letters of recommendation haven't come in yet from my professors. I'll be calling the program directors tomorrow to ask that they accept those letters a few days late. After all, everything ELSE will be in. My dad edited my essay, which is pretty damn good...unfortunately, as it is an ADMISSIONS essay, it's rather too warm and fuzzy for my taste. Full of FEELINGS and pink fuzzy bunnies. Well...actually tragic death and crushing chest wounds, but still...it's all emotional. not really my thing, but hey! that's what the people wanted! |
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For you guys in the UK... everything alright? I heard you had a quake! (not a big one, a modest, understated and probably ironic one, as befits England) :-p |
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Okay! All set to go to England on the 6th! I'll be getting in and going straight to my mom's cousin's house in Putney Bridge for a night's sleep, and then running madly about. I can hardly wait! Unfortunately, in the meantime, i DO have to finish an application essay for nursing school...the one i SHOULD be working on at this very minute...that i'm procrastinating... ok. fine. I'll write the damn thing. |
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Watched "Becoming Jane" tonight, cried. Stupid. I HATE Valentine's Day. It's a day entirely devoted to people in LOVE. I still VAGUELY remember how that sort of thing felt, and am always terribly jealous of people in movies. Hrmph. My mother informed me, smiling, that I am now older than she was when she met my father. I am going to die an old maid. Don't worry, I'll be cheerful again soon, just as soon as all the stupid hearts and flowers are gone, and there's nothing to remind me of my serious societal deficiency in the romance department. |
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Dad managed to send me into a full-out panic attack, saying the prerequisites for nursing schools "didnt make sense" for the programs accepting non-nursing degree-holding students...like me. For example, why the HELL would I have taken NUTRITION, or TWO SEMESTERS of ANATOMY AND PHYSIOLOGY if i wasnt GETTING a nursing degree as an undergrad?? Hrmph. Now looking at a wider variety of programs, and hoping to be going in the FALL to a school, so as to get a jump on things. Possibly Chicago, basically anywhere that will take me. I can live somewhere nice once i HAVE a degree, maybe even England. In the meantime, it would be nice to have health insurance for things like...um...panic attacks. |
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So...dad had to put back HIS flight by one day (to the 7th) meaning he'll be getting in the EVENING of the 7th or the MORNING of the 8th. I, however, will be most likely flying over by myself, on the 6th, getting in that evening. Depending on whether dad will be getting in the evening or morning, I may try to get to Suffolk the day BEFORE Open Day (the friday) in the afternoon, so that I'm not trying to make it out to Melford in the early morning. Oof. And I have work waiting tables tomorrow and sunday for lunch shift. When everyone is cranky and tips poorly. Silly people. Amusingly though, i was left a whole STACK of pamphlets by some very VERY evangelical christians. They didn't ask MY religious affiliations, just left me literature strongly suggesting I'm going to hell. Being Episcopalian, I threw them in the pizza oven. :-p |
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It's that time of year again...the snow still lies deep on the ground, spring isn't ANYWHERE near around here...and yet it's time for me to start thinking of what I need for this year's Kentwell if I'm going to have a PRAYER of having everything done! Not to mention, I'll actually BE at the Open Day! 1. A New Bodice- this appears to be a perpetual problem of mine, partly based on the fact that it's near-impossible to get a really good bodice fit on myself, and there's nobody to help me, as Mama is really bad at fittings. The current one hangs off my shoulders, even when laced so that the sides overlap. Probably front-lacing again. HOPEFULLY I have enough of the blue wool to get ONE MORE bodice out of it. Most likely though, this will NOT be the case, and I'll either have a differently colored bodice sewn to the blue skirt, or the blue will be downgraded to Wool Petticoat status. I'd prefer to just sew a new bodice onto it, as it's already lined and hemmed...and I'm lazy. 2. COIFS! I've never made one up properly...prolly should get help at the O.D. so that I can stop wearing just headrails 3. Ruffs- they're hateful things, but I should probably suck it up and make a pair...(though in truth, i'll save this one to the last minute and probably not have them done...besides, they wont travel well in my luggage on the airplane 4. Alter the waistcoat-the sleeves are still QUITE tight at the shoulder, I'm thinking of adding a diamond-shaped gore to the underarm to give it ease without messing with the line of the coat. 5. new aprons- a MUST, as my old ones did not travel back with me. I was afraid that the customs people would think i was smuggling agricultural products :-p |
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Birka was really neat! Saw lots of people, saw my first Heavy List tourney (GOD they're loud! I'll bring earplugs next time to avert headache). Some of the merchanting was...um...odd. I refer to the 7-8 bellydance stores. Nevertheless, I wound up with some lovely woven ribbon for trim, and a copy of the Mary Rose paternoster to use at Kentwell (when we actually have a catholic year. i don't fancy being a recusant and getting burned.) Got consult with a herald about teh device and name. I'm submitting "Emma Cooper". It's easy to spell, easy to remember, and period for, oh, most of British history. I also got to help out at Court, which enabled me to SEE and HEAR court. VERY spiffy. Duke Darius suggested that we invent some way to shut the King up before he ruined our speed record. ::sighs:: too late! Stayed up till half past midnight at the Fencer's party, then went to bed, spent all day yesterday on next-to-no sleep, as had to get up very early to drive home to get to work. Today is all about the Nursing School Applications. Bad Thing: Car pulled in front of me on the interstate and then slammed on their brakes. I braked, spun a 360, and narrowly missed getting hit by about 4 other cars. Bit more invigorating than I had planned... |
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SQUEEE! Daddy is taking me to England! (wow...that just sounded AMAZINGLY daddys-little-girlish) He's not only promoting his book, but writing an article on the origins of American democracy. As you know, we borrowed liberally from your Parliament and Magna Carta and such. AAAAND Scotland too, this time! The dates are being set tonight-tomorrow ish, but anywhere between March 10th and...um...mid February. Dad says he's willing to negotiate where we go so that I can also see/go to pubs with Kentwellies! Wheee! BTW...any important sites related to democracy other than the obvious Runnymede, Parliament sort of thing? Anything good and Roman out in East Anglia i should know about? |
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