7.29.2006
fruition
So yeah...
I've not been posting as much. I've done very little to endear myself to my millions of fans worldwide. I certainly haven't done anything to keep them coming back.
I think, perhaps, it's because I'm not as bored as I was last year. And because I'm much busier. And because there are a thousand other things I should be doing instead of blogging. Or rather, if I had the time to be blogging, don't you think I should have been doing something else? Starting to think like my Mother... oy.
Speaking of the beloved parents, they are in Oxford today in order to watch me get dressed up and parade myself up and down Parks Road. It's graduation time. I will, as of 3:15 today, have the degree of Master of Philosophy. I will be dressed in subfusc, which is a dark suit, white shirt and white bow tie, and I will be wearing a Master's gown with lots of neat curlicues on it. I will be sweating like a dog in a parked car. Or I'll be dead. Like a dog in a parked car.
It's been an amazing two years. My two good friends met, dated, got engaged, and got married. I have recorded 7 CDs, played and sung in innumerable concerts, sung the Aylewood Responses more times than I care to recall, punted, drank, played frisbee, juggled, got a concussion, all the good stuff. And in the two weeks, I've cooked more meals for people than I thought possible. I've always remained well-compensated, and perhaps this will work itself out to a different career for me? Who knows...
My email box has been very empty and sad lately. I think it's because nobody loves me. Or rather, the people who would email me constantly (Mom and Dad) are here at Keble and have no email.
So what's next? Next year? Who the heck knows. As for now, I'm going to revel in the fact that I'm graduating today.
I've not been posting as much. I've done very little to endear myself to my millions of fans worldwide. I certainly haven't done anything to keep them coming back.
I think, perhaps, it's because I'm not as bored as I was last year. And because I'm much busier. And because there are a thousand other things I should be doing instead of blogging. Or rather, if I had the time to be blogging, don't you think I should have been doing something else? Starting to think like my Mother... oy.
Speaking of the beloved parents, they are in Oxford today in order to watch me get dressed up and parade myself up and down Parks Road. It's graduation time. I will, as of 3:15 today, have the degree of Master of Philosophy. I will be dressed in subfusc, which is a dark suit, white shirt and white bow tie, and I will be wearing a Master's gown with lots of neat curlicues on it. I will be sweating like a dog in a parked car. Or I'll be dead. Like a dog in a parked car.
It's been an amazing two years. My two good friends met, dated, got engaged, and got married. I have recorded 7 CDs, played and sung in innumerable concerts, sung the Aylewood Responses more times than I care to recall, punted, drank, played frisbee, juggled, got a concussion, all the good stuff. And in the two weeks, I've cooked more meals for people than I thought possible. I've always remained well-compensated, and perhaps this will work itself out to a different career for me? Who knows...
My email box has been very empty and sad lately. I think it's because nobody loves me. Or rather, the people who would email me constantly (Mom and Dad) are here at Keble and have no email.
So what's next? Next year? Who the heck knows. As for now, I'm going to revel in the fact that I'm graduating today.
