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Hmm, it's not very often that I feel the desire to write. I usually have to cajole myself into sitting down and picking up a pen, or clicking on the "post to journal" link on lj. I usually do this in the hopes that maybe THIS will be the entry after which I begin to write regularly, thereby getting myself into the habit of writing, thus training myself to desire to write. Of course, this never happens, so when the odd moment comes when I desire to write, such as this particular moment here, even if I have nothing to write about I jump on the opportunity. "Yes!" my brain screams, "Reward that desire!"
My knitting phase is in full swing (I say phase because I seem to be very bad at picking up hobbies and hanging on to them). I'm fully addicted and have yarn and needles all over my living room. I've got ten inches of a scarf done for Shannon, and have big plans to go back and get more of the same yarn to make similar scarves for at least myself, if not also for my mom and maybe some other friends. New England is amazingly cold right now, and just thinking of going outside makes me want to knit fluffy scarves while watching TV and drinking tea.
I've been on a Weezer kick lately, by which I mean an Only in Dreams kick. I've got the CD in my car and have been listening to it on repeat. The exciting thing is that most place I drive to are either exactly 8 or 16 minutes away, so I've fortuitously reached my destination at the exact time the song is ending just about every time I've listened to it.
I went to Trader Joe's today to get ingredients for this crazy insane salad my mom told me about last June. I took it to a dinner party at Jonah's house and everyone loved it. There's a potluck tonight and I figured I'd make the same salad again, but this required that I drive to Trader Joe's. TJ's is about fifteen minutes away from my house in New Haven, which depresses me, so I've only been there once since I moved here (it is, however, exactly two Only in Dreamses). I set out without printing out directions this time, hoping my brain would go, "Get off at this exit!" when things started to look familiar. And, good ole trusty brain, it did. I got to TJ's with nary a single U-turn.
Walking inside was a strange sensation. The first thing I noticed was the smell of ripe fruit. Not rotten, too-ripe fruit, but ready-to-eat, just-ripened fresh fruit. Nasty marketing techniques--there was a stand of strawberries right next to the door. I don't like strawberries, but I bought some anyway and ate them in the car later, and felt like I was eating summer they tasted so good. I was right to fear for my fruit supply in New England; I knew I was spoiled in California but didn't realize I'd miss the supply enough to stoop to devouring strawberries in my car.
Anyway, the rest of the store was awesome. In some ways, it was like walking back into Santa Cruz, because TJ's was the only grocery store within a reasonable distance of my house there, and I seemed to stop in at least twice a week to pick up random things. Having not been in so long sort of cemented my memories of TJ's and Santa Cruz together, so while I was shopping for the correct cheese and sausages and sundried tomatoes, memories of the Santa Cruz Trader Joe's took over my perceptions, and for a few minutes I was home. It was nice. I'll have to try to get over to that store more often, until the association wears off.
I made the silly decision after that to attempt to find the Best Buy, which I knew was somewhere along the same road, and ended up driving about four miles in red light/green light traffic until, just at the breaking point of my patience, I spotted the store on the left, made a quick lane-change, and ducked into the parking lot. Again, not a single U-turn necessary. I was so proud. And it was really only one Only in Dreams-length, so not too bad a drive.
I picked out a Wilco CD I've been meaning to get for the last couple of weeks. It's one of their older ones, Being There, but I'd heard fantastic things about it, and since it was a two-disc set I figured that a) I needed that much new Wilco, and new music in general (my poor Blue album is going to wear out from all the use), and b) if I bought it instead of illegally downloading it I'd be supporting the artist, which I desire to do. I neglected to tell myself that most of the profits would go to the company and not Wilco, and bought it guilt-free. With a gift card. And then I listened to it as I got lost driving home. You'd think that, if I was going to get lost, it would have been on the way to the two places I'd only been to once each, instead of to my house. But no. I should have turned at one point and I didn't, and while I didn't have to make any U-turns (the mark of serious lost-ness), I did have to drive about two miles out of my way in order to get back onto the street I wanted to be on.
In other news...
Lab is very boring. Almost every time I go in they hem and haw and eventually tell me there's nothing for me to do yet. "Check back in a couple of days," they say. I talked to my PI and asked for a second project, so I could be doing something, anything, so I could just have an excuse to be in lab. I don't think he understood my request. "Sure, you can do anything you want! Wait a week and see how this goes, then maybe we can find something for you." I bit my lip to keep from screaming that this is week three and I've spent less than four hours in lab total, while Shannon has discovered a new fly pheromone and Emily's learned a whole new model organism technique and has already had a chance to spill human virus in a fume hood. I've impaled one fly. I'M SO BORED!!!!
I'm actually thinking of transferring to a different lab. I'm gonna go talk to one of the graduate advisors Monday morning to see what she recommends, and I'm gonna check out the other lab Monday afternoon to see if there's room there for me and a project that wouldn't make me crazy. I like the people in my current rotation lab well enough, but I'm starting to find the research boring, and I'm pretty sure I won't join that lab for my thesis. So while I don't want to step on any toes, is there any point in me staying in a lab I know I'm not going to join, especially when my project bores me to tears?
I called the architecture student and tried to set up a date, but he was... uncooperative, which I pretty easily interpreted as disinterest. Oh well. No one can say I'm not trying. I am trying, damnit!
Last night I had a very, very strange and unprecedented dream in which I kissed a girl. Not in a hot, sexy kind of way (sorry boys), but in more of a comfortable, close, loving bond kind of way. It was a really strange dream to wake up from (umm... sorry, subconscious, I don't know what you were on last night, but I still like men), but the dream itself, while I was dreaming it, was comforting and safe and warm. Sadly, I can't remember much else, but I know there was a plot line in there somewhere. Was this dream a combination of my needs for a close female friend and a safe and serious relationship? *sigh*
I will say, however, that I would much rather have dreams about kissing girls than dreams about begging Jamie to take me back. I've had a couple of those now (incidentally, one of them actually featured Wilco as the soundtrack--and I think some other bands, too, which I can't remember now--, which is odd because I very rarely have music in my dreams), and I HATE THEM.
Okay, it's cold in the apartment, so I'm going to go climb into my pre-warmed mattress heatered bed and knit a fluffy scarf.
My knitting phase is in full swing (I say phase because I seem to be very bad at picking up hobbies and hanging on to them). I'm fully addicted and have yarn and needles all over my living room. I've got ten inches of a scarf done for Shannon, and have big plans to go back and get more of the same yarn to make similar scarves for at least myself, if not also for my mom and maybe some other friends. New England is amazingly cold right now, and just thinking of going outside makes me want to knit fluffy scarves while watching TV and drinking tea.
I've been on a Weezer kick lately, by which I mean an Only in Dreams kick. I've got the CD in my car and have been listening to it on repeat. The exciting thing is that most place I drive to are either exactly 8 or 16 minutes away, so I've fortuitously reached my destination at the exact time the song is ending just about every time I've listened to it.
I went to Trader Joe's today to get ingredients for this crazy insane salad my mom told me about last June. I took it to a dinner party at Jonah's house and everyone loved it. There's a potluck tonight and I figured I'd make the same salad again, but this required that I drive to Trader Joe's. TJ's is about fifteen minutes away from my house in New Haven, which depresses me, so I've only been there once since I moved here (it is, however, exactly two Only in Dreamses). I set out without printing out directions this time, hoping my brain would go, "Get off at this exit!" when things started to look familiar. And, good ole trusty brain, it did. I got to TJ's with nary a single U-turn.
Walking inside was a strange sensation. The first thing I noticed was the smell of ripe fruit. Not rotten, too-ripe fruit, but ready-to-eat, just-ripened fresh fruit. Nasty marketing techniques--there was a stand of strawberries right next to the door. I don't like strawberries, but I bought some anyway and ate them in the car later, and felt like I was eating summer they tasted so good. I was right to fear for my fruit supply in New England; I knew I was spoiled in California but didn't realize I'd miss the supply enough to stoop to devouring strawberries in my car.
Anyway, the rest of the store was awesome. In some ways, it was like walking back into Santa Cruz, because TJ's was the only grocery store within a reasonable distance of my house there, and I seemed to stop in at least twice a week to pick up random things. Having not been in so long sort of cemented my memories of TJ's and Santa Cruz together, so while I was shopping for the correct cheese and sausages and sundried tomatoes, memories of the Santa Cruz Trader Joe's took over my perceptions, and for a few minutes I was home. It was nice. I'll have to try to get over to that store more often, until the association wears off.
I made the silly decision after that to attempt to find the Best Buy, which I knew was somewhere along the same road, and ended up driving about four miles in red light/green light traffic until, just at the breaking point of my patience, I spotted the store on the left, made a quick lane-change, and ducked into the parking lot. Again, not a single U-turn necessary. I was so proud. And it was really only one Only in Dreams-length, so not too bad a drive.
I picked out a Wilco CD I've been meaning to get for the last couple of weeks. It's one of their older ones, Being There, but I'd heard fantastic things about it, and since it was a two-disc set I figured that a) I needed that much new Wilco, and new music in general (my poor Blue album is going to wear out from all the use), and b) if I bought it instead of illegally downloading it I'd be supporting the artist, which I desire to do. I neglected to tell myself that most of the profits would go to the company and not Wilco, and bought it guilt-free. With a gift card. And then I listened to it as I got lost driving home. You'd think that, if I was going to get lost, it would have been on the way to the two places I'd only been to once each, instead of to my house. But no. I should have turned at one point and I didn't, and while I didn't have to make any U-turns (the mark of serious lost-ness), I did have to drive about two miles out of my way in order to get back onto the street I wanted to be on.
In other news...
Lab is very boring. Almost every time I go in they hem and haw and eventually tell me there's nothing for me to do yet. "Check back in a couple of days," they say. I talked to my PI and asked for a second project, so I could be doing something, anything, so I could just have an excuse to be in lab. I don't think he understood my request. "Sure, you can do anything you want! Wait a week and see how this goes, then maybe we can find something for you." I bit my lip to keep from screaming that this is week three and I've spent less than four hours in lab total, while Shannon has discovered a new fly pheromone and Emily's learned a whole new model organism technique and has already had a chance to spill human virus in a fume hood. I've impaled one fly. I'M SO BORED!!!!
I'm actually thinking of transferring to a different lab. I'm gonna go talk to one of the graduate advisors Monday morning to see what she recommends, and I'm gonna check out the other lab Monday afternoon to see if there's room there for me and a project that wouldn't make me crazy. I like the people in my current rotation lab well enough, but I'm starting to find the research boring, and I'm pretty sure I won't join that lab for my thesis. So while I don't want to step on any toes, is there any point in me staying in a lab I know I'm not going to join, especially when my project bores me to tears?
I called the architecture student and tried to set up a date, but he was... uncooperative, which I pretty easily interpreted as disinterest. Oh well. No one can say I'm not trying. I am trying, damnit!
Last night I had a very, very strange and unprecedented dream in which I kissed a girl. Not in a hot, sexy kind of way (sorry boys), but in more of a comfortable, close, loving bond kind of way. It was a really strange dream to wake up from (umm... sorry, subconscious, I don't know what you were on last night, but I still like men), but the dream itself, while I was dreaming it, was comforting and safe and warm. Sadly, I can't remember much else, but I know there was a plot line in there somewhere. Was this dream a combination of my needs for a close female friend and a safe and serious relationship? *sigh*
I will say, however, that I would much rather have dreams about kissing girls than dreams about begging Jamie to take me back. I've had a couple of those now (incidentally, one of them actually featured Wilco as the soundtrack--and I think some other bands, too, which I can't remember now--, which is odd because I very rarely have music in my dreams), and I HATE THEM.
Okay, it's cold in the apartment, so I'm going to go climb into my pre-warmed mattress heatered bed and knit a fluffy scarf.
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