Tuesday, January 30, 2007

etc.

Thanks guys for all your love and support. (Anyone passing a hat around yet?*)

Hey, did anyone else notice I passed 30,000 hits today? Yay! It's sad that that stupid ticker should make me feel loved and validated, and yet...

So plans are in the works. I've applied for a few part time jobs, I've sorted out arrangements with my landlord so I don't get evicted, I've sent apps for a few emergency scholarships and hardship funds, and while those are cooking I'll continue to look for more.

It's a pisser that I won't be able to compete at rowing this spring. You lot know how much I love it -- it's in my blood, a burning desire, a religious need -- but at the end of the day it's only one season, and if the worst thing that happens to me is that I miss out one season of racing while working a p/t job, well, I'm still pretty fucking fortunate. Sure a lot of people have it a fuck lot easier than me, but a lot of people have it worse, too.

I read the letter I received rescinding my scholarship to my mum. It began "Dear (my name)." I didn't tell her what it was beforehand, I just started reading it, and her first reaction was that the Pirate was dumping me in a letter. That got me thinking, watching 5 grand dry up and blow away sucks big time, but i'd rather lose 5 large than the P any day. I'd rather lose any amount of money than him. I think as long as I have him to love and be loved by I can survive anything. And that's an encouraging thought.

So it's not the end of the world. It just requires a little adjusting of the schedule for the next few months, and it means I'll have a bit less fun. But it's not the end of the world. (I keep telling myself that.)

The other silver lining is that my parents are coming to Brizzle for a visit next September, so that'll be fun.

Ooh, and if you're really really really really really bored, go back a few posts and check out the comments thread on I Can't Let This One Slide. It's gotten wicked out of hand.


*Just kidding.**


**actually no, i'm not kidding.

4 comments:

Melissa said...

Oh no, I'm sorry you lost your funding! That's a mighty fine yardstick to measure the loss by, however.

D'Artagnan said...

D'Artagnan charges heroically back !!!!

I know you've all missed me, public admission not necessary for a musketeer.....

Crisis ? Crisis ? !!!The evil Cardinal Richlieu has withdrawn funds ( no doubt in response to all the anti-catholic abortion dreariness)?

What can I do ? xx

Chaucer's Bitch said...

well well well! Hello, D'Artagnan. It's good to hear from you. I've been wondering if you continued to lurk after we parted ways. It pleases me to know that you're out there in the ether, hoving around the blog like a benevolent spirit in a rickety old house.

How are things? I hope you are well and finding life full of adventure.

What can you do? Nothing. Nothing other than that which you have always done, which is to be a wonderful, thoughtful, supportive friend. x

ZB said...

I prefered Porthos. Ole D was always a bit of a Gascon showboater for me...


Did I ever tell you about the American lass I knew who pronounced Dumas 'Dumbass?' No? It wasn't Ceebs...