Updated post on July 7th with photos. It’s taking me forever to sort through all these; I’ve taken between 500 - 600 pictures. This number of course will be cut down once I throw out all the blurry ones (80% of the indoor shots), the ones with my thumb or hair in the way, and the ones that, well, must have looked splendid while I was on my acid trip. This is why I spent most of my time looking like a goofball photo-snapping, gaping tourist. Hey, at least I didn’t wear a fanny pack.

I’ve noticed a trend in my posting - I tend to post a lot when I’m bored and there is nothing in particular to talk about; when, on occasion, my life is as exciting as a pillowcase full of raccoons, I tend to slack off and not say much. I guess this makes for a boring blog, but then again, I’m able to spend more time noticing and expanding on little details when I’m not busy with other things.

Sheesh. I haven’t even blogged about spring break yet.

Oh well. Time to sift through more cathedral photos - we invented an acronym on our trip, btw - AFC. “Another Fucking Cathedral.” I mean, yeah, they’re amazingly beautiful and all, but you can only see so many before they start to fuse together in your memory like a giant, many flying-buttressed, stained glass monstrosity. Oh, and same goes for towers. My fat American ass is declaring a strike against winding staircases.

Things aren’t quite so hectic right now (which is why I’m blogging), but it will soon be. Right now I’m packing all my effects…though it’s a bit early, I’m going to be moving not only my things, but the belongings of my currently-overseas boyfriend also, and…we have a lot of things. Books, in particular. I’m not sure why we don’t just let the library store books for us, and go there whenever we need to read things. Although it’s probably for the best, as right now I have an outstanding library fee I need to see Watson about (I missed returning -one- small book before I left, one out of fifty for my spring research project, dagnabbit).

Here’s the tricky part about moving…as mentioned before, I am moving in with the boy and his boys, so I will be living with boys next year (oooh, scary). I am moving in early there, so that I have time to move the boy’s stuff, as well as my stuff, and be able to clean my place. Most importantly, I need time to paint my room back to white from its current state of lime green (what the hell was I smoking, anyway? It better have been good).

Also complicating things is that we might have two other people crashing with us for a month, when their lease is up - they’re both going to grad school on the east coast and their terms don’t start till September. So…six people in a four bedroom apt. Not too tricky really, since there are two couples in the mix…until you factor in their two cats. Now, I adore cats, as everyone that knows me will attest to (I have resigned myself to someday turning into one of those creepy old ladies with a sawed-off shotgun and fleet of felines at my beck and call), but I do remember hearing stories from the girl about one of the cats being a renowned bully. My cat has a bowtie. He loses in fights against leaves. I’m already envisioning the other two giving him swirlies in the litterbox, or beating him up for Pounce money. Poor Quarkie.

Another note - I’ve got a job. My old job, in fact. My psycho ex-boss, Jodie, got sacked (or left, under outside pressure), so Belle took over her old position, and emailed me while I was in the UK asking if I wanted it back. So yippee! I start on the 1st, and hopefully will be on the track to recouping some of the money that I blew on ice cream and scarves on my trip. No, really - while unpacking my suitcase, I counted about ten or so scarves, not counting the two that I am planning to gift. I think I’m going to take a break from the scarves as well as the winding staircases.

My only worry is that Jodie will show up at the office one day, and I’ll have to be in the same room with her again. And possibly talk to her, too. “Say, did you ever get that counseling?” Uh, yeah. Hopefully the atmosphere before her departure was sufficiently awkward enough to ensure her never ever coming back. The new department head apparently attempted to fire her after he realized just how looney tunes she was (which is damned near impossible to do to classified staff at KU - pretty much if one were to knock off the chancellor, inside the Douglas County Courtroom, the worker might get a stern warning). She then refused to leave for a few months, resulting in icy tension until she resigned “for the good of the program.” Of course, Jodie. Probably (sadly), it’s the best thing you ever did for it.

*Title has no relevance to my post really, except it’s a beautiful song by Jeff Buckley that I have been listening to while typing this up. I think I’ll continue this trend until I come up with more clever post titles.