Now that I've finished the final corrections for my dissertation I'm basically free to do whatever I want every day. It's strange. I keep feeling like I have something--some project--that I ought to be working, but...nope! As I mentioned before, I did interview for a part-time position at the humane society, about which I'm waiting to hear back. Until then, I'm just soaking up the lack of responsibility and getting excited for graduation, which is on May 10.
Today was a good example of this. I went to my usual bootcamp class, and then showered. Then I dropped off some jeans (my first pair of maternity jeans) to be hemmed. After that I went to lunch at Native Foods, where I drank a refreshing glass of their watermelon fresca.
I'm not sure exactly what this is, but it tastes like watermelon juice--not very sweet and with a strong watermelon flavor.
For lunch, I had a small side salad and the saigon rolls:
Sadly, I did not eat the sprouts on that salad because apparently they are a high risk e.coli food that, if given the chance, will wreak havoc on me and my little "bun." I'm unconvinced by some of the hysteria surrounding what pregnant women eat, but maybe because I was raised Catholic I still follow the rules.
After lunch I really did up the relaxation day and went to see the movie 42.
After that, I went across town to Michael's, where I was on a mission to get frames for some artwork that was sent to me by my blog friend, Joanna of Midwestern Bite! Unfortunately, Joanna, I forgot to look and see what size the pictures are. Crafting fail! I did, however, look nostalgically at the threads that I used to use for making friendship bracelets.
Did anyone but me make bracelets with this stuff? Oh how exciting it was to look at the skeins of colorful threads and think about the possible color combinations!!! I used to cross stitch too, people. I know, pretty hip. Maybe I'll go tell David these little details and see if he regrets marrying such a geek. Geez, if I had only been good at drawing or painting I could've been angsty and geeky in a hot way--like, with paint under my fingernails and hot/cute glasses. Whatever. I was geeky before it was hot. Like geeky un-adulterated. Yah.
*Were you a legitimate geek? (And, let me save you the trouble: if you were on a dance/cheer team then you were _not_ geeky, regardless of whatever your eye wear consisted of.)