No August Words This Month

Once again it's almost the end of the month, and I need to type a few scattered thoughts out on my keyboard and click post so that I fulfill my oh-so-difficult, self-imposed quota of one blog a month. 

In my defense, this has been pretty much the craziest month ever. 

I have attended my fifth wedding of the year and have discovered there is now a sixth one before 2011 ends.  I'm thinking about adding "attends weddings" as one of my activities on Facebook at this point.

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Does divorce work this way as well?

I have packed the contents of my entire life into cardboard boxes and loaded them into numerous U-Hauls and vehicles and then made countless trips with them from old home to temporary home to storage units to new home.

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U-Haul: Because who doesn't want to pay X dollars 

a day/mile to learn a few obscure facts about a random state?

And although I am quite a sentimental person, I must say that nothing kills sentimentality faster than lugging one million pound boxes back and forth, from location to location.  There were many irreplaceable treasures that I painstakingly packed that when I unpacked them later had transformed into disgusting refuse.

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Look at him... isn't he just disgusting?

I have started grad school.  And after the first day I now completely understood why there is a higher rate of suicide amongst grad students than undergrad students.  My life now consists of random spurts of euphoria and depression.  I think I may be academically bipolar. Or scholastically pregnant.  After all, in two years I will have to give birth to a thesis that will fundamentally shake the intellectual world to its core. Or, you know, one that will allow me to graduate. 

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The cure is death.

Well, that's all folks. If you don't see me until December, don't file a missing person's report.  I've merely made yet another change of address. Permanent residency:  the University library.  So please remember to forward my invitation to your wedding there.