Sigh...

Well, as of yesterday morning, classes are now over for spring term. I wish I could say it's a relief, but I still have other stuff to do, so I guess it's only a little weight off the shoulders. I turned in two papers friday, I have two finals to semi study for for this week, and I still have two papers to write. Not too bad. I'm not looking forward to my Primate Conservation paper though, but because I've put it off for so long. It's a little hard to get motivated for a class that makes you want to either drown yourself or sterilize the entire human population after every class... yay, we're killing the planet and nearly all the primates (and everything else) on it... yay happy fun class. Ugh. My paper's going to be on how conservation efforts affect not only the wild life that they're trying to save, but the lives of the indigenous people in the area as well. Bushmeat trade, national park rules, other laws... good times.

Went to the anthropology department's annual Spring Fling end of school year bash yesterday. I missed the last two years and was very pleased to get to attend this year. It rained for a little but then the skies cleared and the weather was very cooperative and enjoyable the rest of the night. Ahhhh, I do love the anthro crowd. We're a kooky bunch, we are. I fit right in, but am probably the least insane and geeky one of them all, and that's really saying something. Add anthro geeks plus alcohol and you get some wacky times. It was quite odd seeing one of my very smart and normally mellow 30+ year old classmates who normally won't shut up about projectile points and experimental archaeology, spend ten minutes doing Beevis and Butthead lines and giggling like a 5 year old girl, all the while having consumed an embarrassingly small amount of beer for how hammered he was... I'll never look at him the same way again, and not only because I found out he sometimes does nude modeling for the drawing classes here.
It is however a good time to see professors buzzed and giddy, hanging with the students. I learned lots of interesting things about my profs and fellow studetns. My archaeology prof used to cook steaks at a steak house a long time ago, two of my other profs are married and I had no idea, and one of my classmates only just turned 17 because she's brilliant and skipped a million grades and is now finishing her junior year. Who knew??
It was a very enjoyable evening, ending with some drunken yoga attempts (not by me, I was driving) and one of the grad students playing a didgeridoo (I could listen to one of those things for hours).
Dammit, why didn't I take pictures of this event?!!

Went home and killed time by me onesie waiting for my mom to role in from her flight around 3 am. She's a flightattendant and decided to come see me after her getting in, instead of heading home.
She took me out for breakfast this morning and I had the nationally famous curry eggs benedict at the lovely little local secret, the Yellow Church Cafe. SOooooooo good. Then we went to Fred Meyer and bought a stack of bridal magazines to thumb through. I don't feel it's quite right to buy those things unless one is engaged (otherwise you can end up scaring the men folk a little bit too much when they spot those things lying around), and even though I've been engaged for a good two months now, I still had yet to buy one. Well, we had lots of fun looking through them and tearing out pages on boquets, cakes, jewerly, and skin care. No dresses though. As much as I LOVE looking at them, I won't be getting one, so what's the point? I did however nearly swoon over one in particular. Ladies, check out this one . I like a little color in the gown personally.

So mommy time was good and needed. No matter how good your friends (and your dad) are, there are some things that only a mom can do, you know?

Well, now she's gone home and I sit here trying to make myself start a paper on a saturday night. Yeah, I'm cool. I may actually get bored enough to do it, because simply falling asleep at 9:30 on a saturday night when you haven't even been up 10 hours and all your friends are elsewhere, is too shameful even for me. One can only check one's email so many times when trying to avoid paper writing before it gets completely ridiculous.