Threequarters

lookin' for lesbians? move along...

if you're looking for the sequel to "gurlz gone wild" you've come to the wrong place. now if you're looking for a good old-fashioned, rambling post about not much of anything, well then, my friends, you're in for a treat!

so guess what? i got into berkeley!! i'll start next fall and go through two years of intense studying to become an underpaid, unappreciated professional who spends her days surrounded by walking germ factories. suffice it to say, i am hella excited. i am thinking of applying for this program that pays for all of your tuition if you agree to teach 4 years at shitty schools that have little to no funding. again, sounds wonderful to me.

the point of all this (well, really not the point, just the part that my obsessive mind has chosen to, um, obsess about) is that if everything goes according to schedule, i.e. i get through grad school in 2 years and teach with this program for 4 years, I WILL BE 30! i essentially have my life planned until my next decade starts. this is difficult for my commitment-phobic mind to deal with. i have trouble packing myself a lunch in the morning for fear that by noon i will be totally disinterested in what seemed like a perfectly reasonable choice a few hours earlier. i must admit, my thirties seem much less scary lately, but somehow combining the getting older issue with the commitment thing is putting thoughts of running off to a distant island into my head. running off backwards, of course, so as to slow down time. it's a good thing kids are so fucking cute, or i'd be stocking up on suntan oil and cabana boys instead of textbooks and sensible footwear. wow. you see what i mean? if i suddenly disappear, y'all might want to think about contacting tumba. i bet he's still got an island for me.

*Here we have a beautiful picture of Tumbon Beach, fascinating since it not only sounds like Tumba, but is found in Guam, where Jason's uncle is.