there is a reason why i've disappeared for these past few weeks. it all started with finals, which segwayed into teaching related madness, and then ended quite suddenly with prelims. somehow i made it through all of them with varying degrees of success. that is all you need to know, and all i wish to say.
a bizarre twist in my limited academic network has landed me in the peach state. this means that i will be living in a dorm until july 5th (small room, cinderblock walls: not cool) and hopefully doing some interesting programming in the meantime (knots, genetic algorithms: very cool).
knot that you care, but athens, ga is an incredibly beautiful town full of trees, music, and culture. it has been nice visiting with dad's side of the family for a change.
but before i go on, i do knot want to skip on several notable details that preceded my temporary relocation. most notably: i had 9 days off between prelims and pullying a gladys knight. during this time i went on a kick ass motorcycle ride, which has further feuled my desire to purchase my own two wheeled beast (knot a crotch rocket). i drank a great deal of beer and failed to get a haircut. happy birthday to tim, who celebrated his 26th last sunday. sadly, the weekend was spent moving him out of 3205 and into my place, where he is keeping my cat company before he can move into his newly purchased house. you can find a picture of ivy getting along without me on tim's website.
at this time, props must be presented to rafi for his generous ride to the airport.
now that i'm in athens, i feel a strange subtle hankering for a toga party. and by toga party, i mean a social life. but in the pit of my so-called "soul" there is a sense of relief, for this is the first time in a while i've had a good stretch of alone time. i am knot knocking the tenets of my wonderful friends in austin, for i miss them deeply (what's a girl gotta do to get a drinking buddy around here?). but with prelims sucking the life out of me for weeks, I am finally able to breath. to collect. to reflect. to breakdance.
in between my bouts with zen booshism, i took a trip to see satan himself this afternoon: walmart. there i acquired a mini-fridge and filled it with milk, baby carrots, cottage cheese, and six bottles of Killians Irish Red. Killians: my first love of beers. a memory starts: uiuc 2000, joe's brewery, jerry bought me a pint of Killians. i drank it and i didn't gag as i had done so many times with other, less quality beers. and so a love affair began.
also purchased at walmart: bread, deoderant, a plastic cup, antibacterial hand soap, bananas.
an onion was purchased for the driver.
the onion sparked some sadness: i miss my migas. to cope, i decided to hit it with george killians (it's like sex in beer form). then i realized i didn't have a bottle opener and momentarily freaked. then i recalled that, because i had left my keys with tim and didn't have a keychain for my single dorm room key, i acquired a souvenir UGA keychain at the bookstore. naturally, i chose the keychain that had the bottle opener attatched to it. it was as if my guardian beer angel was watching over me. then i noticed that the bottle caps were twist-off. so in the end, it didn't really matter.
