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Right so, entry from the laptop sitting on my old back-porch as the movers are doing their moving thing and I'm bored because it's 8:30 in the damn morning and I've been awake for going on an hour now, which is UnCool because it is far too early and I like sleeping longer than seven hours. ALAS.
So I'm in the good old US of A, as stated from my phone, which is not that easy to type large passages from, but is actually really nifty. It's a palm centro and the keyboard is less than two inches across but if you pay attention, it's pretty easy to use. I've about got all it's little quirks worked out, I think, and I've got the best ringtone ever.
It's We Are Golden, of course. Was going to do Exterminate, Regenerate, but that was far too much effort and I don't understand how to make my own. Someone explain this to me in very small words. Well, mostly in links. Links are good.
So the weather. Yeah it's a bit warm, really. I got off the plane and about died and my mom about died laughing at me because I had fur boots and two jackets on and I was in the South. HEY, if I wore them I didn't have to pack them. Someone in Newark asked wasn't it a bit warm for that? And just went "oh, alright then" when I said I started out my morning in DUBLIN, thanks ever so, so not really. Though it was a bit boiling just then.
I managed to get everything on the airplane though! Well, most of it. And not the books. Those went in a box and I got raped on postage and they ONLY TOOK CASH, that was irritating.
My mom and dad are in the house having trouble with this whole moving idea. They've been in this house for like, 19 years I think. I sort of made my peace with the fact that I wasn't going to see it again and I'm not overly bothered about this because I just moved from Dub what, two days ago, and I'm comfortably numb about this packing up thing still. I think I miss Ireland, despite the crap weather and awful prices. It was fun. And didn't really function at god-awful-o'clock in the morning. Why is America so bound and determined to haul us all out of our comfortable bed practically before any sane cock would crow? Protestant Work Ethic, my dad says, I do not approve.
And I'm Catholic so I reckon I don't have to.
As stated somewhere, probably, I don't remember if I managed to get it into that little phone-typed post, I have a plan! A PLAN. Do you know me, do you know how rare this is, an ACTUAL PLAN, STAN!
The plan is...archival science. Another master's. In archival science and I can be an archivist and it will be brilliant because when you're good at a lot of things it's hard to pick one to o forever so I'm going to try and do something that's a lot of things combined. I can be a world-class archivist, don't you think? Preserving documents and making and updating databases and organizing things and being clever and digitizing things...sounds like fun, right? There's only a handful of schools that do it and LO AND BEHOLD, one of them is not too far from where I'm living now when I'm not surrounded by boxes. UNC at Chapel Hill. And I could get a flat there, all my own, and my mom can stop over when she gets stuck at work late and I could stay in one place for TWO years instead of one! Break the tradition of moving and living in boxes. Back up plan is to apply to two schools overseas that also do a program, because they like non-EU students because they can make you pay more and I'd be pretty set to get in. Those two are UCD in Dublin (see, I could totally end up back in Dublin) or Aberystwyth in Wales. That is a hard name to spell, I'm getting better at it. But god, don't ask me to say it. I stared at the IPA on wiki for a while so I might have an idea, but still.
SO YES. Here is my to-do list.
So that's that!
It's weird to be back in America, but I'm getting used to how soda tastes and I am starting to accept that the green stuff and those skinny little coins are, in fact, money.
Cheers, flist!
So I'm in the good old US of A, as stated from my phone, which is not that easy to type large passages from, but is actually really nifty. It's a palm centro and the keyboard is less than two inches across but if you pay attention, it's pretty easy to use. I've about got all it's little quirks worked out, I think, and I've got the best ringtone ever.
It's We Are Golden, of course. Was going to do Exterminate, Regenerate, but that was far too much effort and I don't understand how to make my own. Someone explain this to me in very small words. Well, mostly in links. Links are good.
So the weather. Yeah it's a bit warm, really. I got off the plane and about died and my mom about died laughing at me because I had fur boots and two jackets on and I was in the South. HEY, if I wore them I didn't have to pack them. Someone in Newark asked wasn't it a bit warm for that? And just went "oh, alright then" when I said I started out my morning in DUBLIN, thanks ever so, so not really. Though it was a bit boiling just then.
I managed to get everything on the airplane though! Well, most of it. And not the books. Those went in a box and I got raped on postage and they ONLY TOOK CASH, that was irritating.
My mom and dad are in the house having trouble with this whole moving idea. They've been in this house for like, 19 years I think. I sort of made my peace with the fact that I wasn't going to see it again and I'm not overly bothered about this because I just moved from Dub what, two days ago, and I'm comfortably numb about this packing up thing still. I think I miss Ireland, despite the crap weather and awful prices. It was fun. And didn't really function at god-awful-o'clock in the morning. Why is America so bound and determined to haul us all out of our comfortable bed practically before any sane cock would crow? Protestant Work Ethic, my dad says, I do not approve.
And I'm Catholic so I reckon I don't have to.
As stated somewhere, probably, I don't remember if I managed to get it into that little phone-typed post, I have a plan! A PLAN. Do you know me, do you know how rare this is, an ACTUAL PLAN, STAN!
The plan is...archival science. Another master's. In archival science and I can be an archivist and it will be brilliant because when you're good at a lot of things it's hard to pick one to o forever so I'm going to try and do something that's a lot of things combined. I can be a world-class archivist, don't you think? Preserving documents and making and updating databases and organizing things and being clever and digitizing things...sounds like fun, right? There's only a handful of schools that do it and LO AND BEHOLD, one of them is not too far from where I'm living now when I'm not surrounded by boxes. UNC at Chapel Hill. And I could get a flat there, all my own, and my mom can stop over when she gets stuck at work late and I could stay in one place for TWO years instead of one! Break the tradition of moving and living in boxes. Back up plan is to apply to two schools overseas that also do a program, because they like non-EU students because they can make you pay more and I'd be pretty set to get in. Those two are UCD in Dublin (see, I could totally end up back in Dublin) or Aberystwyth in Wales. That is a hard name to spell, I'm getting better at it. But god, don't ask me to say it. I stared at the IPA on wiki for a while so I might have an idea, but still.
SO YES. Here is my to-do list.
• Finish dissertation
• Re-take GRE
• Apply to UNC
• Apply to Aberystwyth and UCD
• Get a job in a library or something lower-range archive-ish in NC. We're in the midst of the research triangle so this should be doable.
• Profit.
So that's that!
It's weird to be back in America, but I'm getting used to how soda tastes and I am starting to accept that the green stuff and those skinny little coins are, in fact, money.
Cheers, flist!
