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Maybe not tomorrow. But yeah.

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IT IS.

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OOPS HAHA.

Yeah, since I’m at Northwestern now I was all, ‘this isn’t even relevant anymore why should I bother with updates lollllllll.’

Which was silly of me because I am still in college and things are still happening and all that. It’s just…not in NC anymore. OH WELL.

Anywayssss. Chillin’ in California now for summer. Got a job - oh yay - and a kitten through the job - oh yay! - so that’s cool. Money + kitten = happy times. ALTHOUGH. Can’t take him back to Northwestern with me, aaaand I can’t keep him here because our townhouse has a pet limit and that is THAT. So I have to figure out something for this quarter - in the hopes that I can take him back after winter break since I’m only subletting this room in this house for the fall quarter. HM.

But he’s really sweet. I keep him at work for now (in a stable!) and he follows me around work alllll day, in and out of dirty-to-clean stalls, meowing his little head off. And my god does he beg. I sit down to eat and he’s creepin’ all around my feet, climbing up my leg (ow) and then tries to eat whatever I have, whether it’s turkey or a damn banana. Yes. Bananas. I don’t know why, but that’s how it is and I am okey-dey with that.

But other than that the world is dandy. My mom and I volunteer at the library in the used book store, and they sell for something like, 25 cents to a dollar, and now I have TOO MANY BOOKS AND IT IS UNREAL. I love it. Yayyyy books. I’m trying to collect this one series called “A History of Private Life” and I have ‘From Pagan Rome to Byzantium’ and the Middle Ages - Renaissance one, but there are MORE I CAN SMELL THEM. I want them all. Someday. They were probably all donated from one person and are buried away amidst all the other books that need to be priced. ButI’llgetthemsomeday.

Spurred adviser into action! Northwestern took my app for winter 2011!

And I was accepted! Hooray me!!!

Slaughtered and eviscerated a Warren Wilson College Farm turkey the day before thanksgiving break! That was so crazy. Yeah, I felt bad for the guys, but we took good care of them. I saw them every day! They were happy turkeys. Also, don’t feel too bad - they were being sold at $3.50/lb. Because we have a niche market that will actually pay that price. Whaaat. Anyways, they were pretty huge and my shoulders were sore for days after, so I got my comeuppance. Also, hands = smelly. But they’re good now.

Anyways, I’m just really happy and proud that I did that because now I know I can if I’m ever in a bind or hanging out with some hunters or in the apocalypse or whatever (assuming there are non-mutated, edible creatures after the apocalypse).

Saw Harry Potter 7, as well, and ohhh my god that was awesome. Must see again! Really well done, actually did the book justice this time. Just what the HP generation has always wanted!

Also, I have a short, creative non-fiction story I think I’ll be posting on here in a few days (don’t take my word for that time limit) because I think it’s time for me to just suck it up and put something like that up for people to read. Anyways, keep an eye out for that sometime in the next three weeks.

And then I’m out of school!

And then I’m going somewhere else, maybe?! I still don’t know yet. Got in to U of Michigan and George Washington U, but inactivity on the part of my adviser has lead Northwestern to push my application from Winter 2011 to Fall 2011. What a fail, adviser-man. But yeah, I’ll keep you all updated on that. Happy thanksgiving (late!)

First things first - on September 20th, I went roller skating with a few farm crew people, fell four times and ended up spraining my right wrist. It hurt! Got really swollen and looked horrible. Public safety had one of their crew members take me to the ER with my roommate, where we pretty much sat around for two and a half hours. I got x-rays, they gave me a splint, and told me not to use my wrist for a week or two. So here I am, basically with one and a half hands. Fun times!

Now…

For the past week or so, the school has been revving up for homecoming weekend. It’s only mildly exciting to me, since neither of my parents can make it down here, but I am happy to have my brother and his girlfriend nearby now. Since Wednesday, my own excitement has been building, based on the tasks I’ve been assigned for prep.

Some of you know by now that on Wednesday, I became the coolest person you know, because I got to operate the farm’s dump truck, affectionately named Big Red. Big Red is an old Chevy, probably from the 1970s, and, thankfully, an automatic. The seat cover is missing, leaving the foam cushioning exposed. That’s actually worn away in some areas, too, showing the springs and support underneath. The insides of the doors seem to be only half-intact, and both windows are missing. The driver’s side door handle is missing on the inside, and so is the driver’s side mirror. You start the truck with a choke! Like our weed whackers! I thought that was a little funny. Also it doesn’t start right away - everything on the farm is temperamental like that. 

In any case, I drove this massive machine down to the sawmill three times to pick up mulch so we could fill in low spots around the homecoming shed. Seriously, coolest thing ever.

On Thursday, Chase asked me for about the 50th time if I had a driver’s license and campus license, and then asked if I felt confident driving a minivan. Yes. On the highway? At high speeds? Yeah. With two dead hogs in the back? …Probably? He laughed and said he was happy I said that, because if I’d said yes he’d want to hear about my adventures driving with dead hogs. Ha!

So they put me in a WPO minivan with a tarp and directions and sent me on my way. Luckily, I had my newest CD in my backpack already, so I cranked that up for my four-hour (total) road trip. Awesome! I drove out to Forest City to our preferred butcher and the kind southern gentlemen did all the work for me, and put down some extra plastic sheets because the tarp was kinda dirty. How nice! Two of them asked me, in drawling accents, what I’d done to my hand. I told them and they told me to slow down. I lol’d. So then the big piggy halves were chucked in the back rather unceremoniously, and I headed back home. 

On my drive I passed a buffalo herd! That was pretty cool. I also saw a llama in their pasture on my way back. Yay llamas! Also, a lot of superChristians looked at me funny. Because I am a crazy devil girl, drivin’ on my own, wearin’ mens clothing, singing that there rock ‘n’ roll music that them punks are all listening to! Shame on me! 

So I got back around 4:30, which meant I spent most of my shift away which was awesome, because on Tuesdays and Thursdays I work for four and a half hours, and any work they can have one-handed me do gets pretty boring after a while. But then I had to drive over to the garden shed and store the piggies in their freezer, so I pretty much just watched as two of the farm guys did all the work. The garden people were simultaneously disgusted and intrigued. The abject! That which repulses us and draws us in! So cool (Thanks Lilian!). Then I only had 15 minutes of work left, because I had to drive back to the WPO’s parking spot and return the key. Yay! 

They’ve been cooking the hogs all night, in a huge smoker. We have these two open ended metal barrels, about eight feet tall, filled with firewood which gets caught about halfway down. The wood burns up and crumbles into coals, which are then scooped up and deposited in the smoker for a steady, 12-hour or so cooking time. Wish I coulda helped, but I did get to go down and check it out last night. Very cool, ritualistic process, in my anthropological mind! Anyways, I must eat lunch now, but BBQ for dinner and a bonfire, then festival on the field tomorrow! I will let you know if anything interesting happens!

<3 Love y’all!

Also here’s a picture of a bunny.

That’s right nothing interesting happened this week. Except it feels like some sort of jerk stabbed my back because now it’s really sore and I don’t have a heating pad to make it better. :(

Whatever.

This weekend my school is celebrating ‘Pigstock,’ and I still am not sure what exactly it is. I know there’s a 24-hour continuous relay fun run type deal that I’m not participating in because movement is for things with wheels. Also various bands. A drum circle at midnight (oh you hippies) and maybe food? I don’t know. I guess you can also camp on the soccer field, where this is all taking place, but I decided to do more interesting and relevant things like hang out with my brother and sister-in-law. Yayyyy family! Yay a car!

Also I’ve started taking social theory reading notes in the way that my social theory prof suggested to us just the other day and it is sooooo helpful! I think I’ll remember stuff! Besides the fact that this class is really interesting anyways.

I think I’ll mostly remember key points thanks to his strange quotes -the ‘promiscuous horde’ relates to how folks like Lewis Henry Morgan thought that there were three stages of evolutionary change in seven areas, Savagery->Barbarism->Civilization and the seven areas included subsistence, government, language, house life/architecture, property and family, the savagery state of family consisting of a ‘promiscuous horde’ which apparently just ran around propagating their lines. Wheee! (I’ll admit, I did consult my notes a bit for that, but I will remember it for the test.)

Also, the religious category of animatism is the ‘star wars-like kind of religious view of an impersonal force of some sort that permeates the world.’

Apparently humor is the best means of education for me.