My laptop

I was just commenting to someone earlier today about how I have about 70 television episodes and movies on my laptop and how I didn't even have to move to change a DVD if I wanted to watch hours and hours of TV. Alas, I spoke too soon. I've had this laptop since just after Christmas, so what is that, three months? I successfully managed to run a 100 gig hard drive down to about 700 mg. Oops.
I just deleted all fourteen episodes of Firefly from my hard drive (I do have them on my external though) :( That brought me up to about 4 gigs of space. I might have to resort to deleting more shows as need be, but I'm going to hang onto my BSGs for as long as I can.
I'm trying to decide what else I can delete. Sigh.
Now I'm running a backup. I'm not waiting until 3am for it to be done though. Who waits until 11:45 to run a backup though? Me, that's who.

ice cream

Anybody ever notice that ice cream tastes better when you eat it with a plastic spoon? Maybe it has something to do with it being more pliable. Hmm

grad school

I think I'm the only person alive who'd think a call directly from the director of English graduate admissions at a university could be a bad thing. I was completely horrified, and somehow I managed to convince myself that she was calling to tell me my application was missing something or that there was a problem with my records, as if the director of admissions had nothing better to do than call applicants about missing files and so on. Sigh.
Well, I'm still pretty shocked about the whole thing. The idea of getting to go to grad school, let alone getting to be a GTA with a decent amount of money, is pretty surprising to me.
I haven't made any final decisions yet, I'm still waiting to hear what other schools are offering me. I feel oddly like a high school athlete being recruited by major universities. It's weird to think people actually want me, me personally to go to their school. I don't quite know what to make of it.