the word in language is half someone else's

1. I am on dreamwidth! Mostly still poking around; probably won't say anything of import for a while while I get settled. Add me, don't add me—just drop me a line if I know you and haven't found you yet. (especially if you have changed your name!) Will be crossposting for a while, I think? so there's no real need to follow me both places.

2. The weather here (in the northwoods. Not at Dreamwidth. There is no weather on the internet.) is absolutely glorious. Mid-sixties! in APRIL! I totally walked to the office today to see if I had mail, and it was so wonderful out that I totally didn't care about my utter lack of mail.

3. I have been being BEAUTIFULLY organized this week, and we now have a daily kitchen schedule that actually looks like it won't kill anybody! Or, well, won't kill anybody more than camp usually kills people. Which—let's not lie, camp is pretty intense. But in the good way!

My boss hasn't emailed me back to mock my OCD yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.

4. Real life nonsense: I am still waiting to hear back from the Last Grad School, who have waitlisted me. On the one hand, they are a totally awesome program and my first choice in every conceivable way, and if they accept me and it is not a total financial shitstorm I will be there in a microt. On the other hand, I can't lie: it is kind of frustrating to have to keep waiting. "I don't know! Um, stuff?" is not a good answer to "What are you doing next year?"

On the OTHER other hand, I applied for a job that is not exactly relevant to my interests but pretty darn close, and just yesterday got the good word that I should hear some kind of response within two weeks! And of course it is entirely likely that I will get a polite "no thanks", or that I'll get a rigorous round of interviews and then a polite "no thanks", but still. I like timelines!

5. In other news (and because I know what the girls like), I can now no longer buy bras at Target, because they don't stock 32DD. Which—I know it is all about my ribcage, and that my boobs have not actually gotten bigger? But double letters seem so ominous. WHAT THE HELL, COULDN'T YOU SHARE THE ONE LETTER BETWEEN YOU? Greedy.

For those of you who are wondering how cold it is here (and I know that's all of you!), xkcd describes it nicely. Right now it's about -24˚C without windchill, because the wind has died down, and that's pretty warm; this morning, it was hovering around -40˚ with the windchill.

In related news, school is delayed by two hours this morning on account of it's fucking freezing out there. Can I get an OH HELL YES? But now I actually have to go to school and teach people stuff, sadly.

SO HEY HERE'S A THOUGHT:

The next person who tells me that "camp sucks" and that I should come to [insert location here] can take a long walk off of a short pier. No, seriously. I get that you don't mean it the way it comes out, but, seriously. Fuck you. This is a hugely important part of who I am, of who I've been—this is, in a lot of ways, what I want to do with the rest of my life.

I know that the underlying meaning is "I miss you", and, hey! I miss you guys too! But phrasing matters, and when you tell me that this massively important part of my history "sucks"? Yeah, I pretty much want to punch you in the face, I'm not going to lie.