Wednes­day Web Watch

I’ve been sit­ting on a bunch of cool web­stuff for a bit. So here’s a break from the usual whine and cheeze about grad school:

30 days of work, and less than 30 till 30

time is begin­ning to fly by fast. I finally got my apart­ment in Chicago. And no matter which way I slice it, I think it’s going to cost me $1000 to move! GAH!… GAH, GAH! And that’s U-Haul. Like U do it U-self! I’m am not loving life at the moment. Drea had sug­gest that I get a fur­nished apart­ment and store my stuff. I’m begin­ning to think she was right.

No, check that, she was right.

And in gen­eral my mental state is all over the place. I have to pack, figure out how to move with­out going broke, take a trip to the west coast for a vaca­tion, turn 30 (which will happen regard­less of whether I’m ready or not) and then move.

Jel-​looooooo all!

first of all, Happy Birth­day Abby!

I’ve resub­mit­ted my fina­cial aid form. I some­how don’t think I’m going to get any cash, but who knows. I’ve also started to fill out my loan appli­ca­tions. So we shall see.

It was won­der­ful having my family in town. We made it all the way out the Jello Museum (at the urging of my youngest brother). It’s a fun two hour diver­sion. And you get a free box of Jello when you leave. And all the kitch you can pos­si­bly handle in between.

What more could you ask for? How about some Jello trivia (cour­tesy of the museum):

Jell-O Trivia

March 17, 1993, tech­ni­cians at St. Jerome hos­pi­tal in Batavia test a bowl of lime Jell-O with an EEG machine and con­firm the ear­lier test­ing by Dr. Adrian Upton that a bowl of wiggly Jell-O has brain waves iden­ti­cal to those of adult men and women.

lions and tigers and family… oh my

I think my family thinks that I hate them. Well that’s a bit dra­matic. They’lll be coming into town tonight and I’ve been warn­ing them that my apart­ment looks like a bomb hit it due to all the pack­ing. So I was trying to put them off for a day. Which didn’t work. They’ll be coming through on their way to Toronto (some­thing I had for­got­ten about).

About 40 days left.

And I just found out Uncle Sam lost my finan­cial aid form. DOH!