Yesterday was a wonderful day.
I met my new friend Tracy for tea and coffee. It was so wonderful. I am so saddened by the fact that we've only met and she will not be here in the fall when I return. Its been a while since I've had such intellectual, yet dorkily fun conversations about art, music, thrift stores, and media corruption. It made me miss Liz.
I then worked for about 6 hours on my Therese Bonney paper. I am so in love with the topic that I have a hard time remembering to stop reading and actually write. But I did finish 5 of 8 pages–the hardest part of the paper. The topic is so interesting to me because its the woman's photographs who I worked with over the summer so I am really fimilar with her work. Plus, very few people know about her, so I can honestly say I'm like one of 5 people in the world to have done any serious research on her–which I think is totally cool.
I then went to mass and was able to break out my purple wool skirt. The dinner plans were to go to Chris's apartment for lagasna, but when I got downstairs all my friends were surrounding a cake for a surpise “Birthday/ Going Away” party. Alright, so my birthday isn't until March, but none of my U of I friends will be there to celebrate. They even sang me Happy (early) Birthday and made me a book with entries about their favorite past and future memories of me. It was totally cute. 🙂 I nearly cried. I love surprises–and its not often people pull them off well for me.
Sandy, Sara and I then went to Chris's for dinner and laughter. I am seriously going to miss I Eta Pi. Especailly because Chris won't be here next year. But the dinner was glorious and the company even better. But the best was the apple crisp.
Sandy and I then went to the Christmas Choral Concert. It was beautiful, but can I just say how happy I am to no longer be in any sort of choir. I think high school tainted me. I know that everything would be different with a different director, but I can honestly say I was getting a little apprehensive just listening, and it had nothing to do with the music.
Finally, the day ended with adventures in immaturity. Matt and I took a midnight walk and played a bit in the snow. We then trekked to Urbana to the the gnome house that Tracy spoke so highly of. It was worth it. In light of Samanatha, Matt and I have have created the following to offer to the engineering students of the University of Illinois:
Anyhow, its finals week. I wish there was more time for knitting.