Hellas

Thanks, everybody, for all your thoughts.

I'm gonna miss the ill-tempered little fuzzball.

Now, on to the entry I'd been planning to make yesterday, before things went to heck.

I'M GOING TO GREECE!

UA offers several programs in various foreign countries every summer, one of which is basically a three-week tour of scenic Greece with a paper at the end. I wanted to go to Ireland, but it costs like, twice as much, so Greece it is. Also, Mom's always wanted to go to Greece, so rather than trying to wear her down about paying for it for three weeks, the conversation went like this:

Me: So, I'm thinking about applying to this program in Greece.
Mom: You're going to Greece? Ooooooh. You know, I've always wanted to go to Greece. Do I need to put more money in your checking account?

So I'M GOING TO GREECE!

We get to climb Mount Olympus and go to the Olympic stadium and the Acropolis and swim in the Mediterranean and go to the tomb of Phillip, father of Alexander the Great and squeeeeeeee!

vampychick: Ugh, I slept.
vampychick: And now, I won't be able to sleep at reasonable times.
vampychick: But.
teleute12: Sleep is good?
vampychick: I'M GOING TO GREECE!
teleute12: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
vampychick: Yis. I just have to fill out a frillion forms and get an appointment at the student health center for them to fill out a form certifying I'm not like, allergic to air or a carrier or ebola or anything.
teleute12: Hee.
vampychick: Oh, and pay them a buncha money.
teleute12: Yes. They like that part.
vampychick: Yes. I could probably get away with skipping some of the forms if I did that part.
teleute12: I'm told that people get rather tichy when you forget the paying a buncha money.

Speaking of the frillion forms...

vampychick: "I understand that the University is not responsible for...exposure to political crisis; lack of or poor medical treatment; terrorism; criminal acts against tourists and foreign visitors; and anti-American unrest. I have made my own investigation and am willing to accept these risks."
vampychick: Suddenly slightly less thrilled about Greece.
teleute12: ...I was going to say "Oh hush, it'll be a learning experience, and what's the chance of any of that happening, anyway?"
teleute12: But then I remembered your past track record.
vampychick: Yes.
vampychick: "I have arranged through insurance to meet any and all needs for payment of medical costs while I participate in the Course, including the expense, in case of death, of returning my remains to the United States."

Meep.

Oh, and I have a major now! Declared and everything. It is English. I am thrilled. My mother is slightly less thrilled. My English lit professor is thrilled, but not thrilled that I hate Jane Austen. But we can always, apparently, use more female medievalists.

While I may shop at prepalicious stores, I shop at prepalicious stores in ironic, geekish ways. I went to American Eagle the other day to buy a t-shirt with 'Heart of Gold' on the front to wear to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (see, utter geek), to which I will also be carrying a towel. I ran into this girl from BUI, Allie, who was buying a black hoodie. I asked her if it was a Black Hoodie of Disapproval, and once I explained to her what that meant, she said it could be a Black Hoodie of Disapproval, but she'd originally just wanted a hoodie.

I'M GOING TO GREECE!