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Sent: Monday, May 05, 2008 2:19 AM
Subject: intellectual woman

As an intellectual (and heterosexual) man, I'm more and more afraid I'll have to give up finding you- speak up! I'm looking and looking as best as I can, but I'm not seeing you right off....

squee!...

Guess who leaves for California on Friday, in order to give a talk at a Math Conference Special Session in her research area?

...just a little bit 'scurred'...

In other news, it's the last two weeks of classes before finals. Originally, I thought I'd get home Thursday of finals week, and get to hang out with the Ideal, Ish, etc. for about a day before they all graduate on Saturday. However, there's the small matter of an Awards ceremony up here at college that Friday night of finals week, recognizing 2007-2008 Scholars of the College, that's putting a crimp in those plans...

bad news comes in how many...?

Some of you may recall these posts about my uncle Mick. Mick and M.[[his wife, my aunt]] were actually around Minnesota a lot this past summer, so that Mick could get chemo and radiation treatment at Mayo clinic for his stomach cancer. They're usually in Michigan, so you can imagine how much my g-ma, as well as my cousins [[two of their daughters, and their families / significant others]] enjoyed having them nearby, as did the rest of us.

When the school year started, they were back to Saginaw so M. could teach. Mick still had regular appointments with his oncologists, and treatments, and tests. We've heard some good reports and some bad reports these last few months.

Today, we heard from Mick. He had a meeting with his oncologist. At the last meeting, we learned the cancer had not spread to his liver, thankfully, although his continued drastic weight loss is still a problem.

At this most recent meeting, we learned that the cancer has for certain spread to his pelvic region. Mick and M. asked if anything could be done. His oncologist mentioned something experimental, that not only wasn't guaranteed to work, he couldn't suggest that it would prolong life at all.

His oncologist estimates that he has 2 months to live, maybe less.

And all this just 2-2.5 months after Hope, his younger sister, passed away...

what i do during classes: junior year edition

yay

for a root canal tomorrow..

slowly but surely

internally [[well, not so internally anymore, i guess]] freaking out over my senior seminar. so far, it's been narrowed down to 'related to the research i'm doing with my professor.' beyond that? not a clue. and that scares the Type A in me.

a lot.

Concerning the recent events of Ish and Cap'n Jack

This is one of the reasons why I never agreed with Ish's opinion that the Ideal and my situation was exactly like her experience with Cap'n Jack -- the Ideal and I don't do drama. We never dated, we never had any of their issues, and we're. actually. still. friends. [[and really good friends, at that.]] Cap'n Jack and Ish broke up close to two years ago. And they still can't communicate / handle each other. Any attempt by the one to bring about friendship with the other results in *DRAMA* in a rather big, pathetic way. Thank God neither the Ideal nor I are like that.

this makes me so incredibly sad.

i found it on commonties.com.

requiescat in pacem

Hope.
1953-2008.
no longer suffering; taken home to heaven Sunday morning.

a how-to guide to life: submissions wanted

how do you say good-bye to someone, for life?
as in,
what do you say to someone who's dying, and fast?