Why, hello internet. It's been a while.

Well, not for me and the internet...but for me and this blog.

Life pre-blog, I had plenty to write about. Things were happening. Lives were being lived. Life post-blog however, I find I have no words. Or really, probably, I don't feel like writing about certain things on the world wide web. But since I'm not writing about that, I'm going to write about something much greater: I currently have a plastic eye patch on my head.

Today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day, and I am pleased to say my work has fully embraced it. I have heard several "arrrrrr"s from my vice president. Which, when you hear your vice president utter "arrrr" it's kind of like getting handed a pint of ice cream and being told "eat it. you won't gain any weight." Otherwise: best thing ever.

I also was able to show off my intense love for Cap't Jack Sparrow. Who knew someone who probably didn't brush his teeth was so dreamy?

Hope you're out scallywagging someone or whatever pirates do.

Light Bulb Moment

I just had a fantastic idea.  Of course, this idea is probably only going to be interesting for me and .... me.  But stay tuned!  I have a funeral tomorrow and then I will be BACK to roll this out.  Ole!

I suck!

So I have contributed nothing to this blog so far, as you can see.  I am embroiled in research for grad schools, and thinking of different ways I can convince them to let me in, despite having little to no experience in my desired field!  Do you think that they will see through the sudden vigorous volunteering I have taken up?  Probably.  Can I think of 3 people to ask for letters of recommendation?  Probably not.  Have I visited ANY of the 5 schools I am thinking of applying to?  No.  Clearly I am off to an excellent start.  I probably should have been planning this out since this time LAST year, but I didn't know that I wanted to go to grad school at this time last year.  

Right now this is seeming like a task too large and unlikely to work out.  I'm trying not to get discouraged as I read the requirements for prerequisites, and read about financial aid information.  Not to mention the added complication of having to worry about the impact my decisions have now on another person.  Silly marriage! For the first two years after my graduation from college, I was the person helping people get into school!  And now I can hardly stand to do the same for myself.  But I know I have to because now that it's September, and everyone is back in school, I realize that I wish I was there too.   

I have decided to start consulting a magic 8 ball for all important decisions, and since I don't physically have one, I have to use this one provided for me, as far as I can tell, by someone from Purdue with too much time on their hands.  

Dear Magic 8 Ball:  Will I get into grad school this spring?

"Ask again later"

Well shit.   Maybe I wasn't clear enough.

Dear Magic 8 Ball:  Will I get into grad school for the 2009-2010 school year?

"Yes"

Excellent!