A Girl With a Sword

keeping the cold wind away

Yay! Christmas! This year is so much better than last year, when I was listening to Belle and Sebastian at this time and wanting to give it all up. Now I am happy, but tired. I took a nap today and it was one of those naps in the late cloudy afternoon where bed is the coziest thing ever and Sufjan is singing Christmas songs in the next room and all the people are outside making noise so I don't feel all alone (I hate napping in quiet, it's too scary, it's like everyone else might have died while I was napping and I didn't know). But then I dragged myself back up and I've been reading about metaphor and trying to construct a handout for a presentation I am giving on Friday at the bar, at noon! Oh what crazy lives we of linguistics lead. The handout is about sound emission verbs, so I won't bore you with the details (William).

So Thanksgiving break was warm in front of the fireplace again, and educational in ASL (we learned to say useful things like "airplane" "tractor" "Mexico" and "India"). On Saturday night, right before I drove back to Carolina my prof wrote me and suggested I put off the applications I was doing and plan on working on my thesis for longer, staying for another year, and going away after that (We had just been watching Star Wars and Will was like "Harvest is when I need you the most. Only one more season. You can go to the Academy next year."). That way I'll have more stuff to put on my CV and everyone can write me more informative recommendation letters and life will be great. This was exactly what I've been wanting to do, but I wasn't sure how important it was for me to finish up here and be off to another program, and I didn't want to seem like I couldn't take the thesis stress, so I hadn't said anything. Thank goodness my prof said it for me. So I'll be in Columbia another year and I'm so happy, it's like life has all gotten calm and wide open and I'm not down to my last few months here. Which felt like my last few months of life as I know it. I really hate moving. It's like breaking up, even if you're not in love anymore it's what you're used to, dammit, and if you leave it's never going to be the same. Ugh, sorry, being depressing. So life is good and I don't have to think about buying winter clothes for at least another year.