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I can't wait for leisure time again.

Things I Don't Have Time for Anymore...

Dear readers,

I know you have been patiently awaiting my comeback into bloggerdom. The bad jokes. The crappy picture-taking. The unimportant and wholly uninteresting posts. These things are important. I know it. It's been a long, hard month without my blathering on and on about nothing. But the waiting must continue. I still have another two weeks full of scrambling to finish homework and falling into bed exhausted at night. You must attempt to enjoy your summer without me. How will you survive? How will you survive enjoying a beautiful, carefree summer indeed.

When I get my three weeks of carefree-ness, I shall be back! Dull life updates that no one cares about and all.

Love,
Barson

Day 15: Universe!

Today was my first day of graduate school; ironically enough, today is also the birthday of West Virginia, which I find as just another one of the millions of reasons that the world is telling me I don't belong [really universe, really; today of all 365 days of the year TODAY is the birthday of West Virginia?]. The picture is of the one building I have classes in this summer; it is a windowless (but who needs natural light when there's fluorescence to burn our irises?), ugly, unadorned building, which the university has attempted to make more original with enormous works of art, and the much more modern, and ahead of the curve, escalators in lieu of any staircases (if you look carefully, I've captured three stair-eh-escalators in this picture).

Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Morgantown anymore.

Day 14: Papa's Day

Happy Father's Day! Today was a day spent getting beat down by the weather, playing cards, and all around dreading the first day of graduate school tomorrow. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous; my chronic feeling of Oh my God, I bullshitted my way here-I'm way out of my league is coming back to get me. Hopefully all goes well and people do not find me to be the unworthy girl I probably am...

(No, that had nothing to do with the picture. The picture has nothing to do with anything really; it was a present from my grandparents to my parents. And it's pretty. The end.)

Day 13: Irish Pub

Today, I happened to find myself at PISA, where I used to play soccer as a kid. Much to my surprise, they added on and added a BAR into the gym. A sign inside informed parents that they would be able to watch any game they wanted on their TVs-because obviously watching your child play a sport is not as awesome as professionals playing their sport.

Day 12: Mama Says

In my family's kitchen, we have a tile which we write reminders or nice things on to the rest of the family, which my two brothers or father promptly switch to something either illegible or to mean something else. Yesterday, however, when I came home from work, the tile said one word: "Asparagas." Not only was there no explanation, asparagus was spelled to more resemble flatulence and was written in HUGE letters, so I took it upon myself to edit the tile and incorporate my favorite veggie.

Day 11: Gotham City

The gothic style Cathedral of Learning has always been an imposing structure, looming over the rest of office building Oakland. As intimidating the structure is on the exterior, the International Rooms manage to be warm, and I love to explore the building-especially when it's all decorated for the holidays. As many hoops there are to jump through to start grad school (I'm positive it's this difficult only because I'm a WVU student), I do adore the historic Pitt campus; the mixture of city (minus parallel parking) and open spaces next to historic buildings always takes my breath away.