le sigh. So we're going through this whole packing up all our stuff, selling our furniture, cleaning, and moving out of the apt thing. And I'm trying really hard to avoid making one of my Dad's speeches about having a certain responsibility to your family and pulling your own weight and blah blah blah. And it hasn't happened yet, so perhaps I'm just starting to worry for no reason at all. I just can't help but fear that one of my roommates is going to be kind of half-assed about all the stuff that we need to get done in the next few days. She keeps qualifying everything with, "well, I still have a lot of work to do." Which is completely true and something I'm sympathetic to, since I'm in the same boat. It's just that I can imagine us all waking up Monday morning, ready to have a yard sale and clean the shit out of this place so we can get our security deposit back, and her backing out of half the work because she needs to go to her office or something. I really hope I'm wrong. And I really don't want to be annoyed with her right here at the end, because I love her and I hate when things end badly right before starting long distance friendships. It's just that I know her. And she ate all my chips and salsa this morning and didn't even put any of it away either.

Whew. Finally starting to feel a bit better about my respective jobs. My manic button got flipped this morning when I realized that my lease is up in one week and I've barely made any progress at all on getting my research ready to publish. I know, oh woe is me, my boss wants to publish my work. I feel like a real jerk complaining about it, since it's such an awesome opportunity, it's just that it has also meant that I have to re-create the graphs from my M.S. project for about the millionth time. Plus there has been all this tweaking of the code used to produce them, and last week Eric questioned whether it was really working properly, so I was petrified that I was going to have to go through yet another start from scratch. But, thank God, thus far (*knocks on wood*) the results look ok. Still have a lot to do tomorrow, but at least I feel like I got over a major hurdle tonight.

In other news, I made this weird connection between one of my friends from high school and one of my friends from here. Both are very nice girls, but people whom I never would have been friends with if we didn't end up having so many classes together. In both cases I went through these phases where I felt incredibly close to them, then towards the end of school started to realize just how different we are and she kind of started getting on my nerves...sorry, random, unrelated thought...

Amelia mentions on her blog how surreal this whole graduating thing is, and I couldn't agree more. The weird thing is, the entire month of May has been such a complete blur for me that I'm not sure I could put together a coherent thought about it if I tried. I went back and looked at the pics Dad took at graduation and was so glad he took so many, because I felt like I needed the tangible reminder that it happened. There are pictures of me and my friends, and we look happy, so I must have been there, right? She also talks about how academic experiences should feel, and it was nice to know that someone else gets a morbid kick out of the intellectual over-load that is academia. As stressful as finals week is, some part of me has always sort of enjoyed the sheer insanity of it. Then again, perhaps I'm just masochistic.

And lastly, an advertisement - the roommates and I are selling practically all of our furniture. We still have a desk, a fouton, some tables, and a chair unclaimed, all at reasonable prices. So let me know if you need some furniture. Or at the least, swing by our "yard sale" on Sunday and share a beer with us on our lawn.

Wow. So that was it. I am officially a master of statistics. Whatever the hell that means. I remember that walking across stage and sitting down and looking at my diploma were actually far more exciting than I had expected. But other than that, the weekend is something of a blur. S'pose it's the sleep deprivation. (woke up at 5:30 this morning to take Brad to the airport, then spent the rest of the morning loading up the u-haul trailer for Mom and Dad to take most of my stuff back to WV. Am now sitting around my room marvelling at how the lack of my big wooden loft completely changes the acoustics of my room. There's this weird echo now.) Anyway, I guess since my thoughts are not that eloquent or even coherent right now, I'll go watch Dinner for Five with Carrie and attempt to "capture the moment" some other time...*sigh*