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calm down, people. this is temporary.

The following gchat message is representative of many angry messages we’ve been receiving lately:

Mouse: your blog is ruining my life
i knowww you’re busy with like school and finals and those ridiculous things, but i like check it every 10 mins thinking that it’s magically going to have new thigs to entertain me with and all i see is whatever animal that is, AND Dooce and Caroline have been slacking too… am i being forced to actually do work by the blogosphere?
The answer, dear Mouser, is probably YES. But I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize, and tell all of you, dear readers, that it might be like this for the next week or so. You see, in grad school they want us to do things like “write papers” and “take finals.” These silly things take up a lot of time, and I am sorry for my bloggy absence. I’ll do the best I can. 

[Posted by Mallory]

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so begins my quarter life crisis.

So yesterday I’m just driving along, listening to my beloved iPod, when “Hand In My Pocket” by my beloved Alanis comes on.  This time, however, was different from the 500,000 other times I listened to it.  I still sang poorly and confused the verses, but this time the song really resonated with me.  I mean REALLY resonated.  So I put that shiz on repeat.  Alanis and her harmonica were slaying me.  Then it hit me. Uh oh.  I am now an angsty 20-something and Alanis’ music actually applies to me.  (And everyone else, but you know what I mean.)

I began to evaluate my life.  I’m very happy, yet emo at the same time.  I’m with someone who finds my jokes tolerable (I’m funnnnny!), I’m working on a campaign (trying to be an agent of change and save the world) and living at home (if you live at home post-college, there is no explanation needed), going to South America post Election Day (backpacking around in hopes of finding some adventure), and hopefully going to grad school next fall (read: I’m not entirely sure what I want to do in life other than see the world and blog.  But this will buy me some more time.  Kidding…kind of.)

But who cares? No big deal. I want mooooooooooooooooooooooooooore.

That being said, I come up with a new plan every day.  Two days ago, I decided I wanted to become an alpaca farmer.  Seriously.  I saw some Alpacas at a local fair and fell in love with the little bucktoothed buggers.  They’re completely heinous and totally hilarious.  What can I say? I have an affinity for inner beauty.  I took a picture of one.  He is my new muse:

Cute, right?

I’m all over the place.  Just tonight I have looked at jobs with National Geographic, HuffingtonPost, and political consulting firms.  Three weeks ago I envisioned myself moving to Seattle.  Who knows?  Maybe tomorrow I’ll decide to go to med school.  Or maybe I can just get a pair of scrubs and pretend…

While this is definitely my quarter life crisis, I don’t think it’s unhealthy.  I’m in no real hurry.  I am, in fact, only 22–although I feel like a dinosaur when I get Facebooked by people born in the 1990s.  I’ve still got a lot of questions that need to be answered.  Like, what is a fire, and why does it…what’s the word…burrrrrrrrrrrrn. (That’s two Little Mermaid references in one post. Heyyyyo.)

When I do settle down, I’ll be ready for it.  And like I said before, I’m happy right now.  I’d try and describe how I feel some more (it’s half my blog I can talk about feelings all I want!), but hey, Alanis puts it best.

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab.

[Posted by Kathleen]

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who has hobbies these days, anyway?!

I recently got an email from my grad school requesting some information for an internal “facebook” that will be passed out to faculty, staff, and other students. It asked for all the basic, easy stuff — undergraduate university, undergraduate major, favorite food — and then it hit me with a doozie: it asked for my hobbies. Uhhh…

I mean, who has hobbies anymore? In a perfect world, I’d be able to write “calligraphy, birdwatching, knitting, table tennis, and volunteering with refugees from Kazakhstan.” But folks, it ain’t a perfect world. If I were to be honest, I’d list “lounging, blogging, watching Jon & Kate Plus 8, drinking outdoors, eating, hanging out with friends, and, uhh, sleeping?” among my hobbies. Those don’t cut it, either. I turned to my sister for advice:

Maddy: Well, you like sitting.

Mallory: Maddy, I KNOW, but that doesn’t count. What about baseball games? I like baseball games! I’m watching one right now!

Maddy: You only like baseball games when you are eating a hot dog and drinking a beer and sitting in the Rockpile, where you don’t even have to watch the game.

Mallory: Touche. Ummmm…I’ve been, uh, running a lot lately…

Maddy: “A lot” might imply that you run marathons. You occasionally run for 20 minutes, and you hate every second of it.

Mallory: Concerts! I like going to concerts!

Maddy: [Rolls eyes.]

You see my dilemma. I settled on the following list of hobbies: reading (I really do like that! It’s generic, but whatever, beggars can’t be choosers); writing (I blog, and email my friends a lot); biking (well, see, I biked tons last summer and I think that if I put air in the tires, I’d actually use my bike a lot!); swimming (I used to be a swimmer in high school; now I enjoy sunbathing); and spending time with my friends (read: eating and drinking. A lot).

Sigh. Maybe my grandma can teach me to needlepoint.

[Posted by Mallory]

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