I've been pretty bad about holding up even my admittedly-meager end of the blogging this past week or so. There's not much to say about that other than a consulting gig that puts my screen in plain view of a supervisor, fretting over letters of recommendation, and the usual lack of inspiration.

Yesterday presented a nice change of pace, though -- on Wednesday, at the last minute, I got an email from the secretary of one of my former professors, offering me a meeting at 4:30 Thursday. I did some quick schedule juggling, tried my best to weasel out of telling my boss why I was going to Charlottesville, and one sun-dappled ride later I was back on campus. Or, as we pretentious UVA fucks like to say, "on grounds".

thanks to brian and lisa, who donated last night and pushed me over the edge over $2,000! if you had intended to donate but just hadn't gotten around to it, no worries - i'm raising money collectively with my coworker (for a total of $4,000), and she's still pretty far short of her mark, so anything past my $2,000 will go to her.

this weekend tommy, julie, matt and i are heading with ms. jess paar and a bunch of her friends to camp on ASS island. mmm. ass. i mean assateague island, home of all those wonderful wild ponies (along with chincoteague island). last time i was up there was in high school. one afternoon we were sitting on the beach, and a herd of wild ponies came galloping over the dunes. we all rushed to grab our cameras and were marveling and taking photographs happily, until we realized that the ponies were headed straight towards us. and they showed no signs of slowing down. and there were a lot of them. all of a sudden they weren't so cute and little; they were wild-eyed beasts hellbent on destruction with massive hooves. we sat there in blank terror for a few seconds, then started screaming and throwing ourselves into the sand out of the way. about 20 feet in front of us the herd swerved sharply to the right and galloped off into the distance. thus were we spared from the evil ponies.

so, i'm kind of scared to go back to the land with of pony terror. and add to that fact that i've never been camping, and you could have a potentially horrifying weekend. but i'll try to make the best of it! as long as i'm continually fed beer, crabs, and smores, i think i'll be okay. right? i really don't want to be a stereotypically terrible screechy girl camper who can't live without her blowdryer and her 174 beauty products. anyway, i think i'll bring my camera because i haven't had a good photo entry in a while, and i'm sure pictures of me, miserable at a campsite, without make-up and cowering in the wake of ponies will be fun for all to see.