pride and prejudice

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waiting

I'm waiting for some water to boil (for coffee) and for some paint to dry (to put more paint on it) and for a baby to be born (not mine).

I can only be productive for so long, it turns out. Then my body and my mind together decide that it is time for recess. At which point I wander around the house, make coffee, eat food, stare out the window, and wait for things. I blame television for my short attention span, and elementary school for the idea that if I do my work at my desk without bothering anyone then I will get a snack. This kind of conditioning is hard to overcome.

I've been waiting for the baby for a pretty long time. He was due last week on Friday, and his mama's been in the hospital for a couple of days now. All my other friends and I are sending each other a lot of text messages - where's the baby? have you heard anything? what's going on? do you know anything yet? where's the baby?

We only send these messages to other people who are in the wrong city or state to know what's up. This is because we don't want to bother and annoy the people who are actually doing helpful things or who are in labor. But none of us are very patient people, so we can't just calmly and confidently wait for actual information. Instead we all have to frenetically ask all of the wrong people what is happening, every 47 minutes, and then reply to each other that I don't know! I haven't heard anything! No new news! I'll let you know as soon as I hear!

Okay, recess is over.

too much, too early, too soon

I am in the middle of trying to do 800 things at once, so I don't even have time to brush my hair, much less say interesting things to the internet. It's the end of school, and I have tests to take and projects to write.

Also I am going to Rwanda this summer, and I am trying to work out a research project there and am coming up against a lot of unpredicted, last-minute hurdles.

AND, because my time management skills are so awesome, I also agreed to hang an art show in a coffee shop for the month of May. It goes up Friday the 5th. And I need to make some paintings for it.

So wish me luck with getting any of these things done in any kind of functional manner...

Anyway, if you are in the Washington DC vicinity, you should come to my art show. It will be at Sparky's, which is on 14th NW between R and S. Paintings will be up all month, in the back room. On the 5th there will be some kind of opening hoopla with wine and beer and snacks. I don't know what time because I am too disorganized for that.

I mean, too artistic to be tied down by artificial constructs like "time."

I assume it will be around 7 or 8. That's when I'll be there anyway. Come see me!

A short story about how I "did homework" for 4 hours last night without getting anything done

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"Jesus is alive, and Cecily is 27!"

This is what Emily said in an email this morning. And it is all true. Especially the part about being 27.

My science party was very fun. And scientific. Everyone complained a lot when I made up a Science Exam, but in the end it was my favorite part. That and watching people drink beer through long scientific tubes.

Now that it is my birthday, I wish I had done more homework yesterday instead of making up party activities. Because I have to email a project to a professor TODAY. On my BIRTHDAY. On EASTER SUNDAY! This Linguistics School is hard core!

I ate cake and ice cream for breakfast, after I woke up at noon. So I guess I better get on the ball here pretty quick. But for now I am still wandering around the house in my cowboy pajamas, petting my cat and drinking coffee. Mmmm, coffee. Time for a refill.

moving on to more important things:

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That's right. It's almost my birthday! Last year the theme of my birthday party was "Tequila and Fancy Walkin"

This year, it is Science.

I went to AxMan when I was in Minnesota and bought a lot of science garb. And supplies. Including Anatomy Frog! My friend Kate works there and she secretly gave me free Science for my early birthday present. Thanks Kate!

The rest of my trip to Minnesota was swell. I saw lots of people I like, and only one person I don't like. And I didn't talk to her.

Now my nose is back to the grindstone and it is going to have to stay there for 2 solid weeks if I want to be able to attend my own birthday party. Wish me luck with that, although knowing my superhuman powers of concentration and my congenital inability to procrastinate, I probably won't even NEED any luck.

Ha! Ha!

Tell me if you need an invitation to my party, I'll give you directions.