Today is my first day of teaching the grad GIS class. Everyone's older than me...teehee...
Also, the computers in the Heinz school are the only ones I've found where the MSN Messenger is installed. However, there's nothing that can access AIM. There's also no AutoCAD on these computers, but if you feel like it, apparently you can play SimCity if you're bored. I guess since the school teaches policy management, SimCity is a good way to play pretend-mayor...I wonder if I can start a game and just keep working on my pretend city during labs when no one has questions. Wow, I could be paid for playing SimCity! Sweet!...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Lonely
I feel incredibly lonely - for the first time in three years, I don't have anyone who I can wholly and totally confide in, and I'm not sure why I had to say what I did. All I feel is hurt and sadness and I feel like crying all the time, and I'm tired and have a migraine.
I miss Ben...
I miss Ben...
Friday, August 24, 2007
Mom is Annoying
Just now I got a random phone call from mom. I think she was originally looking for May and dialed me instead. And then the only reason she was looking for May was so she could bitch about dad and that stupid moving to Mississippi thing. Well...she got me, so she ranted for half an hour about how stubborn dad is, how stupid he is, then she talked about May and how some guy in another department made more money but it's okay that she's not making a lot because she's learning. And then she talked about some meteorologist who didn't want to be a meteorologist anymore and went and got his degree anyway. Which inevitably led up to the usual part where mum tells me to just graduate and get my license. Right, because getting an architect's license is that easy. Nevermind all the IDP credits I have yet to accumulate and the fact that just having the license means I have to pay $100 a year for a piece of paper that I don't necessarily have a use for. Not that she listened, again... And then she kept asking me how I was and never let me get a word in edge-wise about me thinking about getting contact lenses, or broaching the subject of a possible Danish visitor over winter break, or even just how it is so freaking hot over here and I'm sweating like a pig and have a gigantic migraine. Thanks, mom. I love you, too...
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Shoes!!!!
Today while cleaning my room, it occurred to me that being back in Pittsburgh allows me something no other place in the world allows me. A whole ton of shoes! I think my parents will kill me when they've seen how many pairs of shoes I've managed to accumulate in the past few years. I hope they keep in mind that I do wear almost all of them regularly. Just a couple have somehow turned out a little too small and thus just look pretty on the shelf. Here's my shoe pair count:
Pumps: 4
Strappies: 3
Slingback Flats: 2
Flats: 1
Sandals: 4
Sneakers: 2
Loafers: 2
Ankle-hi boots: 2
Knee-hi boots: 3
Total comes out to 23 pairs of shoes...oops....teehee....
Pumps: 4
Strappies: 3
Slingback Flats: 2
Flats: 1
Sandals: 4
Sneakers: 2
Loafers: 2
Ankle-hi boots: 2
Knee-hi boots: 3
Total comes out to 23 pairs of shoes...oops....teehee....
Monday, August 20, 2007
Back in Pittsburgh
It has been a few days now since I got back to Pittsburgh. It's funny, when I left for Europe, all I wanted to do was stay. Now that I'm back, I find that I've been melancholy. Granted there are a few things I'm grateful for now that I'm back in the states - a keyboard where all the punctuation is located where I expect it to be and websites defaulting to English just to name a few. I really miss all of my new friends, though. I have finally succumbed to using MSN messenger just to keep in touch with people internationally, so I've been sending out messages to people from Copenhagen and Shanghai. Hopefully, they'll want to stay in touch with me as much as I want to stay in touch with them.
On another note, funny thing happened on my eight hour flight back to the states. I was seated next to a horrible middle aged couple that I hate to call, but they are so I will, "White Trash." The whole entire flight, they complained about everything, argued about everything and it was interspersed with the wife saying, "O, Jim, you'a so funny" or "O, Jim, sto-ap it!" Towards the end of the flight, the flight attendent came by handing out those blue re-entry cards and when he got to our row, first he asked my citizenship and then asked if the three of us were a family! Sure, ok, maybe I was adopted, whatever. But the fact that he thought I was raised by that made me wave my arms in an emphatic "NO!" Obviously Mr. and Mrs. Jim didn't notice because then they turned around and joked with me, "Isn't that funny? They thought you were our daughter!" to which I replied with a weak laugh. Urk...
On another note, funny thing happened on my eight hour flight back to the states. I was seated next to a horrible middle aged couple that I hate to call, but they are so I will, "White Trash." The whole entire flight, they complained about everything, argued about everything and it was interspersed with the wife saying, "O, Jim, you'a so funny" or "O, Jim, sto-ap it!" Towards the end of the flight, the flight attendent came by handing out those blue re-entry cards and when he got to our row, first he asked my citizenship and then asked if the three of us were a family! Sure, ok, maybe I was adopted, whatever. But the fact that he thought I was raised by that made me wave my arms in an emphatic "NO!" Obviously Mr. and Mrs. Jim didn't notice because then they turned around and joked with me, "Isn't that funny? They thought you were our daughter!" to which I replied with a weak laugh. Urk...
Monday, August 13, 2007
Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Studio
We just completed hell weekend. All in all, it wasn't too bad considering the presentation requirements were akin to what they were in second year, and I work a lot faster than I used to. Still, I only got a couple hours of sleep every night so obviously by the time Saturday morning rolled around, I really needed some help from a wonderful substance called caffeine.
I went to a 7-eleven on the way to studio and got one of those coffee coolatta things and walked very slowly and tiredly towards studio, sipping at my precious frozen coffee when I saw a group of boisterous people walking towards me. A man and a woman led the pack holding hands. Seeing them coming I tried to dodge left, except they went left. Then I tried to dodge right and they went right. With no other option as they were right upon me, I attempted to go down the middle expecting them to break their hold...except that they didn't and basically wrapped themselves around me.
Then I thought, "What the hell?" and turned to look at these insane drunk people. And what do I see but the guy drinking my coffee through my straw! He proceeded to go, "MMMM," and babbled something in Danish to which I just shook my head and looked offended. His girlfried then went, "No, you didn't. Ugh! Unskuld!" (Unskuld means sorry in Danish) and then they continued on their way.
By then I was most agitated and stared at my coolatta in consternation. What to do? Strange drunk man just drank some of my $4 coffee. So I went to studio, told everyone all about what happened and then threw out the straw. I bought the damn coffee and I'm damn well going to drink it!
I hate drunkards.
I went to a 7-eleven on the way to studio and got one of those coffee coolatta things and walked very slowly and tiredly towards studio, sipping at my precious frozen coffee when I saw a group of boisterous people walking towards me. A man and a woman led the pack holding hands. Seeing them coming I tried to dodge left, except they went left. Then I tried to dodge right and they went right. With no other option as they were right upon me, I attempted to go down the middle expecting them to break their hold...except that they didn't and basically wrapped themselves around me.
Then I thought, "What the hell?" and turned to look at these insane drunk people. And what do I see but the guy drinking my coffee through my straw! He proceeded to go, "MMMM," and babbled something in Danish to which I just shook my head and looked offended. His girlfried then went, "No, you didn't. Ugh! Unskuld!" (Unskuld means sorry in Danish) and then they continued on their way.
By then I was most agitated and stared at my coolatta in consternation. What to do? Strange drunk man just drank some of my $4 coffee. So I went to studio, told everyone all about what happened and then threw out the straw. I bought the damn coffee and I'm damn well going to drink it!
I hate drunkards.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Sadness
It struck me last night as I was having wine and chatting with Martin and Morten, I'm leaving in 9 days... There's something very sad about leaving newly made friends. I don't want to...
On a brighter note, the sun has decided, finally, to show itself in Copenhagen and its HOT. Must be the latitude, but it definitely seems to shine hotter here. There's a humongous difference between sun and shade so that I'm sweating and freezing by turns. Strange weather, but still nicer than just boiling my bum off in the middle of the night. Poor Mom and May with Daddy having supreme control of the air conditioner.
On a brighter note, the sun has decided, finally, to show itself in Copenhagen and its HOT. Must be the latitude, but it definitely seems to shine hotter here. There's a humongous difference between sun and shade so that I'm sweating and freezing by turns. Strange weather, but still nicer than just boiling my bum off in the middle of the night. Poor Mom and May with Daddy having supreme control of the air conditioner.
