I simply can’t go on pretending that anyone besides spambots will continue to come to my blog if I don’t put some time and energy into its maintenance. I presume you come here to A) read about Food Trucks or B) read about me, and possibly C) get some free therapy in the form of At Least I’m Not That Crazy. The problem is that right now I have gotten hooked on Sherlock, and am currently up to my ears in everything British, oh wait, that’s how I am normally.
I’ve decided it’s not that I like things just because they’re British, it’s simply that I have fantastic taste and it turns out many of the wonderful things I like just happen to be British too. (See also Downton Abbey, which I was obsessed with last week when I wrote.)
Anyway, fully engrossed in staring at Benedict Cumberbatch’s cheekbones, and I’m glad they make fun of that in the show, because he really is unusual looking (thank goodness, because there are enough Boringly Beautiful People in “show biz” already). Also, it’s progressed to a point where I don’t really hear any accents, which is proof that one night in London I will have too many pints and wake up the next morning unable to remember what a good ol’ Midwest accent sounds like.
But in other news, I’ve been working a lot, though thankfully on a break from scholarships until Friday or so. It’s just been, you know, normal work, where they pay you by the hour and you know you only have six more weeks of it before you traipse across the country for all kinds of college-friend inspired adventures, plus family time, and then, well, you know what happens after that.
Working though, has been alright. Since I gave my notice at the job I was struggling at, I have been doing much better. To make up for it, I have been working a lot in the Emergency Department of the hospital where I was a student, as well as out on medical floors, so I still can’t talk about what I do, but it’s usually busy enough that the eleven or twelve hour days I’ve been putting in this past week don’t feel that long until the “eleventh hour” when I’m suddenly loopy from running around and failing to stay hydrated at work. I am only working about five days a week though, so let’s call that personal progress.
Like I mentioned, all quiet on the scholarship front, except I was made a finalist in the Society for Historical Discoveries’ Prize Essay Contest. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to announce that, but oh well. I wrote a paper synthesizing much of my knowledge from various History classes I took at Grinnell, about Christopher Columbus and the birth of “American Mythology”, which I define as those myths about Native Americans and the Natural State of the Americas since the pre-Columbian era. Are you still with me? Anyway, apparently it’s not horrid, so I’m a finalist and maybe by the end of the week I’ll know if they really do like me.
I got a few loans that have come through, which I think I failed to mention, though it’s quite important as it means that LONDON IS REALLY HAPPENING. I mean, we all talked about it like it was before the loans came through, but honestly, if I’d been declined loans, I would not have been able to go. That has helped my anxiety too (as with leaving my job), but you’d never know from how wordy I’m being. So, high risk “safety net” loan is in the works. I also got my federal loan, which cuts down the size of safety net I need, as do a couple other loans I’m waiting/working on. Additionally, I asked a girl in Boston to be my roommate and she didn’t say no, and she even sent me a property in the old Arsenal football stadium that I’ve since fallen in love with. The moral of this story is that my anxiety is greatly alleviated by actually accomplishing things to make my future London-life go more smoothly.
The car is still broken, by the way. Not sure what will happen with that, or Italy as a result, but as I keep saying I’m going to worry anyway, but I’ve got plenty of other, more important things to worry about.
Maybe that’s the moral of the story: Things are going to be the way they are, but I can focus on the things I can actually do something about. I’m going to be the way I am, but I can focus on the things I can actually take care of, instead of all the noise trying to get in the way and make me lose it.
Today, grateful for:
1. The man who gave me a free bus fare home.
2. London calling.
3. The SHD for thinking I’m a halfway respectable writer.
4. My parents, for being the ones who get to worry about the car.
5. Seven, seven, bo beaven, fee fi fo feaven, SEVEN WEEKS UNTIL I LEAVE INDIANAPOLIS.
