Lissiel's Journal

Assuming I don't fail any of my classes this semester please, self, please get your shit together, I will have a BA in roughly 11 weeks.

That game company is talking to M about coming up this summer, or early in the fall, to work full-time for them. So! We may be moving to Seattle after all, and pretty soon. geezus I wish they'd just make a decision about something all this back and forth is driving me crazy.

If we do move in, say, late August, it would make sense to have the wedding before we go. So June or July. Er. I think we're going to do super-soakers and Guitar hero. Because formal receptions are for pussies.

After that... um. I have no idea? The graduate program (in medieval lit! OMG YOU GUYS, A WHOLE PROGRAM IN MEDIEVAL LIT. O.O) that I'm interested in, I learn I should have applied to back in November? Er. So. I fail! I guess I'll do something non-or-only-vaguely academic next semester and try to apply for next year. What that might be, though... um. Is a good question!

I'm hoping, since spring break is coming up, and we're starting to look like we know what's going to be going on, a bit, that I'll feel like doing some art. I haven't drawn anything serious since December, and I really, really don't like that. Though I did draw a set of dr. seuss-esque emu and kiwis down the sides of my notes last week that turned out pretty cute. Not much beats tiny panicking fluffy birds. <3

And that's what I know! What are you guys up to?

Argh. Argh.

I am going to graduate in May. Probably. Assuming the school actually lets me take every class I need to next semester, and assuming they haven't lied to me about things filling requirements. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what I'm going to do after that. Work? AHAhahah. Probably not. Graduate school? Maybe, depending on deadlines. But for what? And THEN what do I do with it? I AM NOT ACTUALLY COMPETENT IN ANYTHING YOU GUYS. D:

This winter semester thing is fun. 3 units in 10 days sounds like a great idea, and it does keep me from getting bored and blowing the class off. But it's also a week's worth of work every day. For two weeks. Complete with tests and papers. And it starts at 8am, whether or not I'm able to get to sleep before 3am. So I haven't slept more than five hours in a row since monday last week, and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and not talk to anyone ever again.

Despite original disagreements, I think we've gotten people to agree to the guest-list being roughly 40 people? For now? We'll see, I guess. To me, that's like...jeezus, FORTY PEOPLE? Do I know that many people? But we had like 100 to start with. I was foreseeing mad panic attacks or completely drugged-out incoherence in my future. :Db Good times! No seriously, can we just run away? Elvis can marry us, and we'll just hide out until everyone forgets we ever said anything. Okay? Okay? Bueller?

And to top it all off, I'm getting sick, and haven't been able to keep any food down except a few crackers since this morning. ROCK.

Michael proposed to me on new years eve. Down on one knee and everything, right at the stroke of midnight. I nodded frantically, and when I could speak again, told him yes.

We haven't picked a date or anything yet.; we both definitely want to finish school first, though if he leaves in August and SJSU kindly refrains from dicking me into another semester, that puts us at "anytime after next summer," so. Hopefully, it'll be a very small, stress- and drama-free undertaking.

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