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I would be shocked if anyone was still here, but I feel like this needs to be part of this blog, anyway:

Friends, I survived my defense last Friday, and I am now Dr. Luckybuzz.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

Some small random revisions and I think I can get it submitted in the next week, and then…wow. Hard to even imagine life post-dissertation.

And I miss this blog, so maybe I’ll pick it back up…

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The Great Mofo Delurk 2007

Because I have learned through my hero, MaggieMay, that today is some sort of delurking day, and that makes me happy. Do I have lurkers? I suspect not (I think most of my visitors are the Few and the Faithful), but if you do lurk in these parts, say hey, willya? Let’s see….tell me what you’re doing for Halloween this year. We don’t have plans yet, and it is *so* the Best! Day! of the Year! I need inspiration.

(Because I like westerns, too.)

The Good:

  • I got the second installment of my student loan checks for this semester, and should be getting the third (and last) in the next few days. This is excellent, and timely, news.
  • I had a *fabulous* birthday on Friday and a great birthday weekend. GB and I had a great morning together (and he made me TWO mix CDs…how lucky am I?) and a great long drive down south, then we had a seriously rockin’ fun weekend with the amazing and adorable Trixie and G-Love. They made us fabulous key lime margaritas, didn’t laugh at my first attempts at Wii Bowling, and sang Queen with us in the car. And dudes. They took us to see X! How freaking cool is *that*?
  • We also stopped at Lush, and I got some really freaking yum-a-rific stuff, including this conditioner bar (which I didn’t expect to like, and now am convinced I can’t live without–my hair looks fabulous). And tonight I ordered just a few more yummy things (because GB’s mom wanted some, and I had to be a good daughter-in-law and buy them, right? And then it’s a shame to waste the shipping charges on just a few things…)

The Bad: 

  • We’re not moving into our new apartment until around the 21st, now. It keeps getting pushed back, and I’m not happy about it.
  • I was awarded a summer research grant in May, and I have yet to receive the check. Every time I check, I’m told that it’s still being processed/has just been processed/will be ready soon. It’s September, friends. So much for using those funds for “summer research.”
  • The utility companies in southern California? I think they might all be staffed by…um…Special Folks. (GB and G-Love: do you think they might be associated with this place?) It’s been a frustrating process, getting the internet turned on.

The Ugly: 

  •  GB’s dad told me tonight (while we were washing dinner dishes, so I really couldn’t get away) that he believes he’s the reincarnation of this guy (who he learned of in this book), and “that’s where I get all my legal knowledge.” Ummmmmm. Huh. How many days until the 21st?
  • I have made no progress on the dissertation. None. Zilch. Zipadeedodah. I know The Advisor’s been busy too this summer (and I got an email–well, I was one of a dozen people it was addressed to–to that effect today), but I’m feeling guilty and miserable about not meeting ANY of my chapter deadlines this summer, and I’m convinced he’s going to Run The Fuck Away from my Whirlwind-Of-Nonproductive-Crap any minute. I need to email him–tomorrow!–and explain (again, for fuck’s sake) why this summer just hasn’t worked out, and how I’m convinced I’ll have a more productive fall, and blah-blah-blah-don’t-break-up-with-me-I-can-change. Fucking hell.
  • I can now officially add “depression” to my list of mental illnesses and neuroses. Whoo. Hoo.

Thank gods for bath-product-goodness, cheap wine, and GB’s unending patience with me. I’m slogging through.

The saga continues….

Last night was kind of a bust in the Bad Idea department…

Although I did kind of freak out at one point when he said (to me), “You’re a Bad Influence. I’m going to call you B.I.” (And I was all, OMG!!!! HE READ MY BLOG!!! But I’m positive he has no idea what a “blog” is, unless it’s some odd species of local flora, so no worries, I think…just odd coincidence.)

But I might get another chance later tonight…

In the meantime, GB and I have been up since 6am packing, mailing boxes, donating things to the local thrift store, and generally being about-to-move maniacs. Good times.

I am sleepy. Very, very sleepy. And freaking exhausted. But apparently there will be a few beers at Jason’s tonight and…well, as GB reminded me last night, “If you’re going to make another move on Bad Idea, you need to be a lot more obvious about it.” So let’s see how that goes, shall we?

Oy. Let’s see if I can stay awake long enough to try.

The adorable and brilliant Lina has tagged me with the Rockin’ Girl Blogger award! While I am absolutely positive that I don’t deserve this, I am not exactly about to turn down my First Award EVER, and I am absurdly flattered. While my low self-esteem modesty is nudging me to leave this part out, I will let my giant ego win out and tell you what Lina said about me:

Luckybuzz – Buzz doesn’t blog enough and barely deserves this. But I totally heart Buzz, and really, truly want to be like her when I grow up! She IS a rock queen, is she not? Absolute rock chick, so open and so damn nice. I totally heart Buzz.

Awwwww. I am blushing madly right now.

So, the best part is that now I get to tag five other bloggers with this award! Seriously, who picked five? That is not nearly enough. Okay, I’ll give it a shot (the order of these in no way indicates my level of love/admiration/crushed-outness) (and I’m assuming that I can’t pick people already on Lina’s list or Lina herself–I’m just sayin’):

  1. CRSE: Well, of course. CRSE rocks in so many ways that I can’t even begin to list them. She is absolutely brilliant, insightful, empathetic, freaking hilarious, and my role model. And she has amazing hair. Sigh. I love me some CRSE.
  2. Gretty: Gret is about to become my new BFF, and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. I get a little giddy whenever she posts to her blog–I totally have a new-friend-crush on her. She is wickedly funny, amazingly compassionate, and I really hope she likes me too. 🙂
  3. Trixie: Oh, please, like I was going to leave Trix off this list. I mean, just look at her! I am secretly worried that Trix might be too cool to actually be my friend, but so far I think I’m managing to act cool enough to fool her. She’s super-sharp, she makes me laugh out loud, she’s incredibly hot, and I think I might have both a blogcrush and a real-life crush on her. I mean, how could you NOT?
  4. Margie: I think Margie is the blogger this award was made for. She’s a Guinness-drinking, dart-throwing, Buffy-watching, non-smoking rockstar. She’s GB’s dream woman, and I can really only agree with him on that. I look forward all year to our annual drinking binges conference get-togethers, and I hope–often–that we’ll live closer to each other someday.
  5. Lucy: Lucy is so busy being a rockin’ blogger that she doesn’t even notice what a rockin’ blogger she is. She writes one of the most honest, introspective, and insightful blogs I read. She’s sweet, funny, scary-smart, adorable, and probably wishing right now that I would stop saying these things about her. But I can’t help it! Lucy rocks!
  6. Weezy: Seriously, who *doesn’t* want to get drunk with Weezy? When she’s not filling water bottles with vodka for a cruise or hopping off to Atlantic City, she’s writing one of the most entertaining blogs I read (though not NEARLY often enough lately. Weezy! Write more blog!).
  7. Canada: I remain sad that I didn’t get a chance to get drunk with Canada, because I cannot even imagine how much freaking fun that would be. She shares my love of relationship drama (and extra-relationship drama), has adorable children, and has great taste in BPAL.

Yes, that’s 7 people. What can you do…these things are not really under my control. I actually DID exercise self-restraint on this…there are at least four more bloggers I wanted to include, so really, I think I did okay.

ETA: I know, I cheated. I’m a tiny bit remorseful. But really, I *did* leave off people I wanted to pick, and I just could not narrow these 7 down…So yeah, I cheated, but in a good way, right?

Lina has a post up right now about her 2-year blogiversary (go wish her a happy one, I’ll wait). I thought, hmm, I think I started blogging in July too…wonder when *my* blogiversary is? So I went to my archives to check and, um…

It’s today.

Happy TWO YEARS OF BLOGGING to me!

Two years ago, I thought this might be a fun way to keep in touch with a couple friends and maybe think through dissertation/relationship/random life crap. I had absolutely no idea then that, two years later, these things would be true:

  • I regularly start sentences with “So this blogfriend of mine said…”
  • I have met five of these blogfriends (“strangers,” in the technical sense of the word) and had fabulously fun times with all of them
  • A couple blogfriends have become Myspace and Facebook friends, too (for what it’s worth…I still don’t really get the whole myspace/facebook thing)
  • I’ve continued hanging out with several of my blogger meetup friends, thus successfully converting blogfriends into Real Life Friends (this one is really cool, I think)
  • I have a mental list of about seven more bloggers who I am *dying* to meet
  • I have a mental list of about the same size of bloggers I am dying to get drunk and/or make out with
  • I have told both my sisters about this blog (though I’m pretty sure neither of them read it…but hey, sisters, if you do!)
  • I miss y’all when I don’t blog much (like lately)

Yeah. So. Thanks to all my blogfriends, commenters, and lurkers (do I have lurkers?) for making it a fun two years and for continuing to hang out here even when I’m just all whiny ‘n shit.

Here’s to Year 3 of Polyopia bringing more booze-soaked kissing romps (or more news on the New Plan, which will curtail the booze-soaked part of that for a while), less moving/money angst, and the introduction of Dr. Luckybuzz. *fingers crossed*

This is what I did today:

My first beach trip of the year! Whooohoo! Those feet belong to me and GB…you can’t see Jason’s, Bad Idea’s, or Bad Idea’s Borrowed Dog’s feet in this picture, but they were there, too. I like beach.

Sorry to be so quiet in blogland lately. I will totally take on MaggieMay’s tag-challenge, aaaaany minute now…..

I don’t even know why I haven’t been blogging or commenting lately. Well–I haven’t been working, either, and maybe that’s keeping me from doing much on the computer. I’ve been distracted by a bunch of things:

  • we’re working on the New Plan, and it’s brought my OCD out in full force; I’m not doing a very good job of thinking about much else, and I’m just generally wandering the internets, following my OCD urges.
  • this whole moving thing–it’s stressing me out. Not only are we not ready to move (not packed at all, really, and with a house full of crap that needs to be gotten rid of)–we’re also dealing with the whole no-jobs, no-place-to-live (well, with GB’s parents, but that really has to be temporary), what-the-fuck-will-we-do thing. A little stressful.
  • And leaving here is stressing me out, too. Time is getting short, and everyone is getting a little twitchy and sad (by “everyone” I mean me, and Jason, and Bad Idea, and IB/DM. There’s a *LOT* of not-talking-about-it going on.)
  • And I haven’t felt much like drinking lately, which is too bad, because part of me wants to be drunk all this month.
  • Although, Thursday night I got painfully, incredibly, outstandingly drunk with Bad Idea, went back to his house, and proceeded to puke All. The fuck. Over.
  • That? Is not hot.
  • Bad Idea, however–while still a bad idea–is also a freaking prince. He kindly and tactfully cleaned up after me, shielded me from his roommate’s ire, and walked me safely to a cab (at 4:30am). And, in response to my many, many apologies, responded only: “It happens to everyone. And the kissing part earlier was fun.”
  • What kissing part? There was kissing?!
  • Apparently there was kissing, and apparently I had fun. Damn. I’m sorry I missed it.
  • Have I mentioned that I really have not been drinking lately, and I seem to have absolutely no tolerance left at ALL?
  • Moreover, why am I telling you all this, internet friends? After a silence this long, I return with stories of drunken sickness? That’s just bad form.
  • Sorry.
  • I think the Aphrodisiac Dinner with Bad Idea is still on, in a couple weeks. Wish me luck. I might need it.
  • See, maybe it’s better if I just maintain a little silence here for a while….

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