Study away, in particular, has been a perpetual bone in my side. I have literally been going through all the processes since the beginning of February, and I still have yet to have a 100% certain reply. At this point, I'm about 99% sure that I'll be spending this fall in Amsterdam- and I'm not willing to change that probability until I have the letter from SIT in hand. Or, more than likely, matted, framed and hung on my wall. It's not that getting in is terribly difficult, it just has been such a drawn out ordeal that merely getting through the whole mess is an accomplishment.

At the same time as I am looking to fall, I must still plan for the summer: I have secured a place to live, but I have yet to find a job (or two). It's about this time that I begin to feel desperate, but that 'hungry' feeling only provides more impetus for me to do something: I have a lovely updated resume, and several various cover letters. I'm discovering that as time goes by, I'm becoming alarmingly OVERqualified for certain positions. I've been looking at several on-campus office-assistant-type jobs, and while I have no qualms about filling that kind of position, my resume is now sufficiently resplendent (well, as much as a college sophomore's can be) that it seems I should have gotten on the ball a little earlier and found a good internship that would be more of a challenge for me. Next year, next year, next year.

All sorts of other crazy stuff has been happening, too much to go into detail about- a Lao New Year party at which I was one of two non-asian attendees, a former friend gone somewhat psycho, a remarkably morbid study-away orientation, a friday evening escape from an onslaught of visiting potential freshmen, dinner out with 13 of my favorite people, a plethora of QU Queer History Fortnight events, and on it goes. I could fill pages and pages of description, but I'm too tired and short of time. Remind me, and I'll tell stories when I'm less sleep-deprived.