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[stillane]

This has been a good day.

Had the last class of my undergraduate career this morning, and wasn't sorry to see it go - the class that is, not the undergraduate career. I've determined I do not speak Geography, and I'm at peace with that. I did get downright maudlin after Shakespeare yesterday, though; the thought of never getting to have the book club classroom experience again was depressing. It's making me do silly things like contemplate going for a masters in English on the side. I can't wait to tell The Advisor that and watch him have fits. I had to play fast and loose with the forms to weasel my way into the second major in the first place. Maybe the fact that I'm really thinking about paleontology for grad school will appease him.

Partook in the tradition of champagne and strawberries for seniors this afternoon. It was fun and communal and slightly damp. Plus, strawberries.

One moment of not good: Discovered the citric acid allergy is maybe getting worse. Crap. Pineapple is still enough to hurt me for a day or so, and now apparently lemonade has been added to the ranks. Again, crap. It was just the fresh stuff that got a reaction before, and this is the first evidence of ouch with the processed goods. If it gets to oranges, too, I'm going to pitch a fit. (Incidentally, it's not enough to convince me not to eat these things. I'd rather deal with the sore mouth and buzzy lips than give up pineapple. No, I'm not all that sane. Why do you ask?)

Went to see The Advisor to ask what thesis defenses generally entail hereabouts. Now, I've been wondering about this aloud for weeks, and my friends have said, "Talk to The Advisor!" To which I have replied, "But I know damn well he's going to look at me straight-faced and tell me there are hot pokers involved. And possibly thumbscrews."

His first answer today? "You're in luck. We've decided against the Rack this year."

Yep. Do I know this guy or what?

Ended the day with an induction ceremony to the scientific honor society Sigma Xi. I'm... still kind of flabbergasted about that, actually. Pretty sure it was The Karen's doing that I got in, which makes the 783rd reason I owe that lady something very, very nice. They had a fellow lecture afterward about asteroids and comets and the likelihood that we're about to bite the big one. He made the mistake of saying that everything bigger than a table got wiped out at the K/T boundary. It was thereafter decided that I should scrap the scale bars on my figures and replace them all with tables (of the four-legged variety). Ah, paleontological snark. Hee.

And that's about it for now. I'm tired enough to crash, but I get to sleep in tomorrow. I intend to wake up late, work on the Hydra Story, and maybe accomplish a few other things. Yay. (Also, feartheotter, I might be up for conversation tomorrow night, if'n you were so inclined.)

So, how was your day?

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Alpha: Timing of the convivality-wise, I haven't a clue. I'll probably pop up online somewhere between 10 and midnight. Glee club is demanding some reservoirs of my attention. *g*

Gamma: Hee. I'm kind of inordinately attached to that story.

Delta: You may yet be correct. Only the Shadow knows what evil lurks in the hearts of Clapp. And he's not talking.

Epsilon: Hi, yourself. *g*