Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

It's been nearly three weeks.

I've been using my precious internet time to apply desperately to universities across the nation. Wandering and wasteful, it's becoming clear to me that I'm the prodigal son.

Mom and Adam came to visit over Easter, whilst Matthew babysat my house and my mom's dog. Mom spent an awful lot of money on awfully delicious food-- Whole Foods, which I had forgotten had a huge array of dining and eating-in things; Cheesecake Factory, which offers enormous portions and where mom couldn't stand the custardy French toast; the gorgeous Dushanbe Boulder Teahouse, the only one of its kind outside of Tajikistan, where I just had brunch again today; and the Chautauqua Dining Hall for Easter brunch, which was a great buffet with homemade granola, whipped cream, and other decadent treats. I'm a foodie, so shoot me. (My waitress today forgot to tell me about the teahouse's French toast of the day-- Strawberry rhubarb French toast. Why oh why did she forget. If only they prepared it on some sort of schedule. Alas; I will try again next weekend.)

I've been applying to universities like mad-- or at least trying to. I've called several admissions offices. My highest hope right now is George Washington University, for this fall if I'm lucky and this spring if I'm not. Well, that's not true-- my highest hope is Harvard for fall 2010, the applications for which start in September. When I told Joseph I was going to apply he laughed. I'm not entirely sure what kind of laughter it was. University of Maryland in College Park is my third choice right now (coincidentally, a teammate of mine was going there); University of Michigan in Ann Arbor for fall 2010 is a distant fourth.

It's been an incredibly slow week. I spent six hours in one day shoveling snow. Others sanded tool handles. The seasonal firefighters have arrived and the paperwork associated has bogged down our supervisors. Plus, the addition of several new hands means that there's even less work to be done by each person. They refuse to ever send us home early, though; instead we have to sit in the work center and do nothing for hours, looking busy when we definitely are not. This is why I loathe the notion of a 9-to-5 job.

Okay. Done. Had ideas; now lost.