This last week flew by. Though I have no desire to rush off down the aisle (preferring a sensible, practical and probably somewhat less romantic approach to weddings and marriage), I LOVE wedding shows and on Sundays my favorite link? NYT Weddings! Love it! I've been reading them every Sunday for about a year or so, dating back to when I was producing weekend morning shows. It was my happy up story. And lots of them are such cute little love stories. I really liked the chance encounters one. I like older couples too. And I send the ones I think Stace will like to her. Usually about interracial or interfaith couples or friends who marry. Love it. Actually the NYT in general on Sunday, j'adore.
I can't believe this is my last week of classes. LAST WEEK. That's insane to me. I have a lot of work due in the next 3 days, then 5 days of nothing, then 3 more assignments due. All on the same day. Good times. But I don't feel any stress. I want to write 5 more pages of my 15 page paper today (due Wednesday) to bring me up to 11.5 pages. Very doable. I want to do another 5 tomorrow and then spend Tuesday after my pitch in class fleshing out my ideas surrounding the paper. I actually like my topic: "The Impact of John Grierson's Early Filmmaking Experiences on the Creation of the National Film Board of Canada and Its Connection to Modern Filmmaking." (My mom said that's a lot of words. I explained to her that when you're a master's student you have to prove that you know a lot of words in the title alone.) There seems to be a wealth of information on it so YAY! Let's make it happen.
It also hasn't really sunk in that I'm a master's student AND at UF all the time. Sometimes I still look around and think what in the world am I doing here? Why am I here? Not like I feel like I don't belong or dislike it. Sometimes it's just an out of body experience. Like when I was in the gym last week minding my business, looked up at the window and saw "UF Recreation." I hadn't been thinking and it startled me that I go to UF. Or yesterday when I was in a bar surrounded by screaming, drinking Gator fans (scary). Or when I realized it was 73 degrees on December 3rd. And it will be 80 this week. I don't mind it (as you could imagine), but that doesn't make it less weird since a year ago today I was watching snow fall. Thank you Jesus for delivering me from that nightmare. Though there is a sense of nostalgia for any place you once lived, I'm quite glad that part of my life is over.
Do you also know that I will be home for Christmas this year for the first time in 3 YEARS?! How exciting! Me, my mom and my sister are all very excited about that. And for the new year I'll be hanging with Rah. I'm trying to get a contingent of my friends to come, too. It'll be great.