is it over yet?

elizabuffy suggested last night that what I should do is wait to update until the end of the semester, and then have the book length entry titled 'what happened to kate' (although I personally tacked on the title 'and why she went insane') where I did a massive info dump at some point in the future.

Sadly, I can't wait.  Even though I'm in the middle of class, even though my eyes are already fuzzy like it's been a long day even though it's just after 10 in the morning, I've got that feeling of dread and want to run away from it by writing it out.

So, what's been happening to draw me away from the online playground?  An Asian Studies Graduate Student Conference, an Asian Studies spring party at the Dean's house, research on a paper topic I hope I can do (about a book called/translated Yapoo The Human Cattle).  Lets see, what else?  Oh, yeah, classes, reading for my other paper, and I think there was a phone call to my dad and several to my stepmom to find out what was going on with him, but I'm almost sure it was a dream.

And then there's my freak out about my Japanese test because of my conference with the Japanese prof where she basically told me that I wasn't doing well enough in class at all to consider myself a graduate student who's studying Japanese.  Yep. That was awesome.

Oh, and I've got a friend tutoring me now in Japanese (based on the lovely words of the Prof before).  She rocks.  However, her interests are very much translation based, and I need the basics - vocab, conjugation, and words like "the".  Gah.  I'm so lame it drives me nuts. 

Wait, I can't have forgotten that we're redoing the bosses' website, can I?  Yeah, that's somehwere in that mix too.

Finally, since I'm airing all my little fears out here at once, the nice guy who is really smart that I enjoyed having intellectual conversations with seems to be done with me - he'd looked over my shoulder one day and saw me doing buffy stuff, and we both admitted to a love of the show, but I wasn't quite ready to admit to someone who's an academic collegue that I didn't know that well that I wrote fanfic and manipped some fairly explicit stuff.  And I told him as much.  And since then he's been uninterested in engaging in conversation with me.  Hopefully its all in my head, because i really liked arguing with him about academic stuff.  But if it's not, it makes me quite sad, because i didn't handle it all that well.  Sigh.

( About that Asian Studies Conference )

( About that Asian Studies Party )

( About that groovy paper )

I think that's all the whiining I can possibly do for now!  On the other hand, besides the complaining, I am actually getting things done - I've finished most of my reading for all of my classes, asked my discussion questions, and am translating for my Japanese Reading class at least an hour every night.  I'm staying more than caught up (not ahead yet, but almost floating on that curve).  Now if I could just get an A in the Japanese test tomorrow, I'd fall over from happiness.

A Dozen Years...

You've been warned - this is going to get sappy.

12 years ago (or thereabouts), I was asked on a date by a friend of mine.  Date.  Ok, no, it was coffee.  A coffee date. He wanted to go get coffee.  At the time I didn't know that he didn't even drink coffee.  But I said yes, even though I was worried about being his rebound girl.

He distracted me from calculus that quarter, more than once.  Of course, I was trying to take an 8 am class.  What the hell was I thinking?  But I didn't make it to some of those classes because this beautiful man with the laughing brown eyes was more than a distraction.  I think one of our second or third 'hanging out alone' kinds of things was me deciding that I'd stay awake all night to make my class the next morning, and him keeping me company. 

Just as you'd suspect, we both fell asleep.  I woke up before he did and turned around on the couch to look at him.  He was snoring lightly, with his mouth open, and had one of those dead to the world asleep looks on his face.

And I knew then.  Totally knew.  That I'd look back on that day and realize it was the moment I fell in love with him.

Happy Anniversary Darling Man.  You rock my world every day that you're in it.