While the Cat Gently Sleeps...

So, I got home on Thursday night from Provo for Christmas. I had a few finals to finish up before I could go to sleep. I was working on them in my room, while my cat waited...patiently...for me to come and cuddle with him as he slept...

Isn't he precious?

He likes to rest his head on soft things..

Yeah, he does some weird things.

He was happy when I finally joined him at 2 in the morning...

This is for Sara

I'm posting so you'll post. 

Meeting of the Minds

Not really. But I get to meet my brother's fiancée for the first time on Friday. I'm excited. We talk on the phone all the time. And we text each other all day long. So....I really already know her, but we've never actually met so this will be great fun.


Poor Jolly....

This Totally Made My Day

I don't know about you, but I love CSRs. Some of them are just so, how to say this unoffensively...dim? I know that the job sucks, and that you deal with a lot of stupid people calling in...but seriously? This guy is amazingly rude, and just so...unreachable. Caller just wanted his AOL cancelled...

Best Consumerist Post Ever

My Adorable Cousins...

I went to play, I mean, gather data from my cousins on Tuesday. These kids are amazing, and I love being around them. So it was natural for me to want to write a paper about their amazingness (read: amazing linguistic development). 

Here's the story of the week: 

The six year old says to me, "What does that "T" stand for?"

As I'm stumbling for how best to explain that it is a cross, and not a "T" (after a few seconds of trying to figure what she was referencing) her 8 year old sister chimes in and says "It's a cross, K...." 

To which K responded: "Oh." 

I then told them that I wore it because my dad's parents had "given" it to me. Which isn't totally untrue. They gave me my Catholic heritage (though I never practiced, or was raised to do so). It is part of me. It explains things about my family and my upbringing, and I embrace my Catholic side, it is a beautiful thing.

My Apostrophe

I know, that's a lame title for such an upbeat post. But here it is: I'm happy with my life.

Yes, you read that right. I'm happy with my life. So don't listen to me if I complain, because it's all a ruse, a lie, a sham. I love my life. I'm happy I'm single. I'm happy I'm in school. I'm happy that I have a plan, whether it pans out or not. Life is good. Why? I think it was the snow today. (For those that have heard me say that someone must have sinned because it's snowing, I know that statement came as a shock. An ambulance will be at your house shortly. Don't panic.)

It snowed today. Pretty, white, fluffy flakes. I sat in the window of my office and just watched it come down...until one of my students showed up for their interview. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted. I think it ultimately comes down to this: I am addicted to water. (If you think snow, rain, or any other precipitation is equivalent to "moisture" stop reading now! I've just lost respect for you.) My dad is a beach bum surfer from California. I learned to swim in the ocean. Water rejuvenates me. I went swimming this morning at the gym, and then got to see the snow falling. (The best bit was the swimming this morning, but the snow is just so beautiful...) I don't know if snow can really count as a water form as it makes no sound and the sound of water is half of it's appeal. But it sure centered me today.

Unfortunately, the snow caused me to realize there was a leak in the roof of the JKB on campus today. I have my "office" in that building and I was sitting there in the silence when I started to hear this undefined noise. Sounded like it could be a ticking sound, or a dripping sound. I checked all the computers (of which there are 8) and they were all normal. So I started to follow the sound to its source. There was water running down the wall, so I called Physical Facilities and reported it and then called the professor who's room it is. (It's the Translation Group Room, in case anyone was wondering.) The gentleman that came was glad that it was the corner of my office, which just so happens to correspond with the corner of the building, so that would make it easier for him to find once he was on the roof.

So now I sit here listening to Norah Jones, and I realize: I'm happy. I'm really happy with how my life is right now. I don't think I could handle dating anyone at present. In fact, I don't think I want to date anyone anytime soon. I want to be single. I want to experience more things. I want to prep for medical school (even if I never get there)! I want to be me, and I want to be doing what I'm doing. Which is what the Lord has asked me to do. He directed me to graduate school, and though it's hard and I want to give up, it's where He's asked me to be. All is as it should be.

(For those wondering still what the "plan" is, it's simply medical school. I have a plan to go to medical school, and even if it's just His way of helping me get through this semester, I'm okay with that. I'm glad I have something to plan for and to be excited about. It's been awhile.)

The Most Boring Class Ever

I love this class, don't get me wrong. But I hate it when certain people are in charge of elicitations. Like today for example, I have no reason to be here. I have more than enough information for my paper, and this is for their paper. I really would just rather be at home sleeping. Or stressing. Which seems to be my life lately. But that'll be touched on later.

The point here is that this class is boring. In fact I'm typing this as I'm sitting in class. They are currently arguing about "empty" and "filled" complementizers. (There was just a squeaky toy. Are we five?) Now we've just restated that we DO NOT find non-finite clauses in Haitian. Please people...pay attention.

And don't get me started on the fake sentences. These people make up the most unnatural sentences possible in English, and then try to get our Language Expert to translate them into Haitian Creole. If they don't work here, I doubt they'll work there. I mean UNNATURAL in any language type sentences. GAH!