apps adapter

So I've resisted many a Facebook application, but I couldn't resist the neighborhood apps. I wanted to peruse people in my hood. But now I'm freaked because there are people who live very near my block on there. I'm going to be eying people closely when I walk to the bus in the mornings.

On the plus side, I just discovered a new store opening at Union Row, the latest in new urban gentrification on 14th, right near Busboys and Poets. It's Yes! Organic. Frankly, the name endears me slightly as in, "Yessssss. That's awesome." But then again, I'm weary of the gentrification. But then again, again, as Vahan likes to remind me, I'm one of the people moving into the neighborhood, driving up prices and frequenting the Whole Foods at 14 and P. What's a girl to do?


*really* reconnecting this time. i promise.

After scoldings from both my dad and uncle this weekend for my terrible fall off the blogging bandwagon, I've hopped right back on! Here's hoping the insanity of thesis prep this semester doesn't push me back off.

Which brings us to our first topic: Why has Eleeza decided to write a thesis when she doesn't have to? Is she insane? Masochistic? Discuss.

I'm still convinced that the intellectual challenge will be good for me. I've never written anything longer than 25 pages, so roughly quadrupling that ought to either:

a) Force me to quit grad school before I get my degree. (Just kidding Mom and Dad!)
or b) Turn into a raging lunatic (Very likely.)

I've come to realize that I need to just accept this and know that I'll feel good when it's all over. Or so my professors keep telling me. However, a conversation with the Big Chief of the department made me nervous today. Theory?? Who needs theory?? Yikes!

Moving on.

Roommie and I are all settled into our new place and loving it and the neighborhood. It's so refreshing to be able to walk here and here and here.

Finally, I had a nice (if exhausting) quick trip home this weekend to see the parents, sister, grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins, and probably half the people I'm related to in the greater Southern California region. It was a whirlwind from 4 a.m. Friday morning to 5:30 a.m. Monday when I landed at Dulles, but it was worth it. I hadn't been home in six months -- the longest stretch of being gone from home for me. I really wish I lived a six-hour drive away and not a six-hour flight. But then again, I'm happy living in DC and wouldn't trade that for anything right now. Maybe someday I'll make my way out west again.

That's all for now.