USCIS = United States Confusing International Students.
Just mailed in OPT app so I can work this summer and get all my experiments wrapped up and written up. The fee went up from $130 in 2005 (when I finished undergrad) to $340 this year. Basket. Potatoboy is leaving the country for Singapore on Monday and has yet to submit the Petition for Alien Fiancé(e). That's $455. After that gets approved, then I can file for the fiancee visa, which is another $455.
Moral of the story: don't marry foreigners.
It annoys the hell out of me that we have to provide a lot of proof that we've known each other for at least two years. The exceptions are for International Marriage Broker Agencies, a.k.a. mail-order bride services. In other words, some uneducated bimbo and some male chauvinist pig who thinks you can buy a woman can get married more easily than two MS holders who've known each other for years and have been dating for two and a half.
Tangentially, we watched The Civilization of Maxwell Bright a few weeks ago and it was a surprisingly moving film, but supported my prejudice that men who mail-order brides are losers.
Yes, we're engaged, and yes, I've been deliberately not making any big announcements about it. The people who need to know, know (except my grandpa who doesn't have email and whom I keep forgetting to write to), and if I didn't tell you already it's none of your damn business.
I had the brilliant idea of trying to commission an engagment ring through Etsy's Alchemy app. We got two bids, the seller whose bid I accepted took two weeks longer than his stated deadline and the ring looked like crap. We got a refund. Moral of the story: look carefully at an artist's prior work and sales record before doing that kind of thing. We ended up buying an already-made ring that I really liked (and it's argentium silver so it should be pretty tough) and I'm hoping it arrives in the mail today.
I have way too much stuff going on. I'm defending on May 26th. My advisor is busy with another round of grant proposals. I have to mow my [landlady's] lawn and I can't figure out how to start the mower. Tomorrow I have to take Lina to the vet for her annual rabies booster. The only thing I'm happy about is that our luciferase virus works in chicks (and they're adorable).
Labels: angry, just me, nampengyu, USA