Well, that was sudden.

So yesterday, my dad made flight reservations for me. I'm totally coming back to the States for two weeks. My parents are coming out next week for my graduation and staying a week, and then I'll come back with them (because going to a foreign country all by yourself is so scary, you know) and I'll hang out there for two weeks. Well, not so much hang out as run frantically around trying to accomplish a year and a half's worth of errands, but, you know. I'm really glad the visa came in so early, actually, because this means I can renew my driver's license before it expires on the 31st, and given what a bitch that was for me to get (I hate driving so, so much) I don't want to lose it, even though at this point it's really just a backup form of ID. And there are quite a few other things I need to do.

I actually had a totally weird reaction to this - I started to panic. Not that panicking is a weird reaction for me, but panicking about going home certainly is. At some point, it seems, my mental state did a total 180, and now I'm thinking of it as going back to the States for a visit and then going home to England. I'm totally afraid to leave England. It's all very bizarre. I have to keep reminding myself that NephthysWrath is in the States, along with half my Connie Willis books and my favorite Rosencrantz and Guildenstern t-shirt and all kinds of stuff I left because I wasn't sure whether I would fail out of the program three months in, or decide I hated it here and move straight home afterwards. But I seem to have a death grip on England, so I'll be needing my copy of The Winds of Marble Arch.

Also, you know. There's decent sushi and tres leches cake over there, and people to visit. And I've been away for 16 months, which is a fairly long time. And my new visa totally says "Residence Permit" on the top, rather than "Entry Clearance," so I'm pretty sure they have to let me back in and I should stop freaking out about the whole thing.

Post-Study Work Visa!

I have leave to remain until January 7th, 2012. I totally did the happy dance in the kitchen, even though I'm allergic to the happy dance. At least there were no witnesses. And then I actually teared up because I was so incredibly relieved.

I r smrt.

It's been a month, and I feel I should update. But my life is unbelievably boring. So I'll just tell you what happened to me a few minutes ago, the way I told NephthysWrath.

DescartesAndroid (1:29:54 PM): so i was going through a drawer looking for paper and i sliced my pinkie open on a razor.
DescartesAndroid (1:30:45 PM): then, two minutes later, after i put a plaster on and everything, i went back in for an envelope and sliced open my index finger on the same razor.
DescartesAndroid (1:31:22 PM): in two weeks [prestigious university] wants to give me a master's degree. FOOLS.

Clearly, I still need supervision.