Goodbye, St. Louis. Have a nice life and everything, everybody.

I don't know where the past four years went, but they're gone now. The past two days were plenty long enough, though. Who knew graduation needed to be so complicated? Who knew graduating required seventeen separate speeches, each one involving our eventual, inevitable death by cancer?

I'll have to find some new Wisconsin people (Wisconsiners? Wisconsinites? Badgers? I don't even know the terminology.) to read this blog. How do you tell people you have a blog? "I have this place where I like to talk about myself, and seeing as I'm such a fascinating person, you should really read about me." I'm not good at meeting people anyway. Small talk makes me tired, and other people seem to enjoy talking so much that it seems like it's just not worth the effort to try to interrupt them. So I let them talk, but then I don't talk, and then nobody notices that I exist. But I expect to be meeting a lot of socially awkward, computer geek types at my place of employment. I'm also anticipating a large male demographic. But male computer geek types tend to be socially awkward in a different way than me. From my experience, they are very confident in themselves. In my CS classes, this always made me feel that I was way behind and the only one that didn't understand what was going on, but I don't think that was actually true, since, in the end, I would do fine and not all of the boys would. So I'm also anticipating that when I get to work, everyone else will seem to know way more than me. But I think I'll do all right once they explain it to me. And if I get confused, all the nice boys should be more than willing to help the silly, confused little girl, right? And then I'll find myself a nice computer geek boyfriend, and we'll live happily ever after. Yep, that's my plan. Everything in Wisconsin will be dandy. Yep. Bye.
- posted by Darcey @ 2:16 PM

 
So I was all set to order the table that I was thinking about ordering (see the first picture below), and I go on to the website, and all of a sudden, it's $90 more than it was before. So I now think that my idea of finding a table that is semi-respectable looking AND not hundreds and hundreds of dollars AND matches other furniture was nothing more but a sweet, sweet dream. (Not like the dreams I was having last night, with the cows and the cafeteria. Oh, those were weird.) So which one of these things should I sacrifice: Semi-respectability? Matching? Or hundreds and hundreds of dollars? Even if I sacrificed the matching the other furniture, it would still be difficult to reconcile the semi-respectability with the less than hundreds and hundreds of dollars. I must begin anew my long Internet search for affordable dining room tables. But not right now. Right now I'm mad at the Internet for changes its prices. I think I'll leave the computer and maybe even go outside and take a walk. Take that, Internet.
- posted by Darcey @ 3:26 PM

 
1. Update: I do get to complain to my professor about my terrible group! Hooray! But now that I have, I feel petty and mean. I'm so pathetic.

2. Attention to those planning on attending the general commencement ceremony and then the b-school diploma ceremony: Eat a hearty breakfast when you get up at the crack of dawn. Good God, that morning/afternoon is going to be tedious! And I think I have to sit in the front row at the b-school ceremony, so it's going to be difficult to hide when I faint from hunger/exhaustion/heat. Maybe I'll hide a snack under my gown. Speaking of which, how do you carry things you need with you, like your keys, with you at graduation? If you're wearing a dress, you don't have pockets. Are you allowed to have a purse?

3. Furniture: I need to buy some. And wouldn't it be fun if the furniture was not simply the cheapest thing I could find at Walmart and maybe even matched? Like a grownup's furniture? Therefore, I have developed an elaborate color scheme, based on the furniture I already have, namely a black coffee table and a futon with a bit of wood on the armrests. Admittedly, a futon is not the most grown up of things to base my color scheme on, but I already have it, and I like the color of the wood on the futon better than simply black like the somewhat more mature coffee table. But the color is a difficult one to match. The kitchen table will be the critical piece in pulling together my grand color scheme. (I'm going to have a kitchen table! I can sit at a chair and set my food on a flat surface in front of me, like a civilized person and not a college student.) JC Penney is the only place I've been able to find on the Internet offering semi-respectable tables for less than hundreds and hundreds of dollars. Here is one of their products that I am strongly considering ordering:



For comparison, here is a cheaper alternative:



Thoughts? Comments? Mean-spirited insults?
- posted by Darcey @ 1:01 PM

 
I'm done with college. Completely. I've been telling myself this over and over for the past few weeks, thinking about it all semester, but for the most part, I don't think it's gotten through. Recently, however, for brief moments of time, it really has sunk in. These moments are terrifying. I try to ignore them.

In fact, for the past few weeks, I've been excited by the prospect of being finished with my stupid marketing group projects, trying not to realize that when I finished them I'd also be finished with everything else. These projects finished yesterday, with a nice twist of irony. The professor for the class where I had the good group sent out an email asking us to identify any group members who did not participate. The professor in the class with the mind-numbingly awful group didn't ask. But then someone in the good group had the nerve to complain about one of the members not doing her part for the last paper! Oh, if he only knew what a truly bad group member was. While he was complaining, I was busy trying to make sure that the sentences that my other group had written for the paper due in a couple of hours all contained some form of proper English independent clause. That means a subject and a verb. The paper was about iPods, so I was expecting there to be issues with the capitalization of that particular word, but I soon realized that one group member was also having problems with basic proper nouns. So I didn't have time to fix the iPod spelling, let alone the actual content of the paper. But it's all over now. Doesn't matter a bit. (See, that sentence just now didn't have a subject. It doesn't belong in a school paper.)

Now I have to worry about moving. Today I set up my key pick up for my apartment and my cable and Internet installation. Cable plus Internet from Charter cost $90 a month. I probably won't be using the Internet at home so much, so cheaper Internet options would probably suffice, but I think they'd all require me to pay for phone service, wouldn't they? And then it would end up costing about the same. So I might as well get the fast kind.
- posted by Darcey @ 2:01 PM

 
I hate bugs. At the moment, I am specifically having troubles with a particular type of bug that seems to live in my apartment now and my apartment last year, but that I have never seen before and cannot identify. I shall call it the Really Old Apartment Bug, or roab, and I will hope that the similarity between this name and the word "roach" is the only similarity between the two creatures. The roab's body is long and skinny, sort of twiglike, about an inch or two long. Then coming out of the body are lots and lots of little things that resemble human hair, but that the roab apparently uses as legs. It looks really weird and disgusting when it moves. This morning I happened to open my eyes at about six and there, on the wall on the other side of the bed just a few feet away, was a roab. So, of course, I had to get up and kill it, because otherwise how could I go back to sleep with a bug just sitting there ready to crawl all over me the minute I shut my eyes? I hate bugs.

I have a final in two hours. I feel like I should be studying, but I don't know exactly what I should be studying. I emailed the professor yesterday afternoon about some questions I had, and he never responded. How rude.
- posted by Darcey @ 12:28 PM