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Mmm. Today started out like a normal day. I mean, I got up super-early, got up to school, and hung out in Baskin Engineering for a while, waiting for my meeting to start. I don't have class today until 2, so I was only on campus this early for said meeting, which I thought was going to be super-easy, since I sat in on all these meetings last quarter. Basically, we all sit around (we being the people in my lab) and listen as one person presents his or her recent research. It's a fascinating experience and I have to do little to no work. Very rewarding. And since I now actually know mostly what people are talking about, I was expecting it to be a very predictable meeting--I would sit and learn and be interested and then go on my way.
No. I mean, not quite. Mostly, yes, except for one little addition.
I was about twenty minutes early, sitting outside the lab, just chilling, when this kid walks up and asks Tom (our new grad student) if he knows where to find Don Smith. Tom says no, and I offer to help. So I start talking to the kid. Basically, he said to me (in not so many words), "Hi. I'm the hot new transfer student from Australia, and I've come to work in your lab and possibly seduce you. I'm brilliant and funny and nice, and you have no chance." Like I said, he didn't say that in so many words, but I was definitely getting that vibe from him. It was like some sort of magnetic thing, like where if you put a credit card over one of those strips at the grocery store it won't work anymore. I'm the credit card and he's the magnetic strip, and as long as I'm near said strip, I don't have a chance.
WHAT'S WITH ALL THE AUSTRALIANS??? They're taking over my life!
I talked to Gareth last night and managed to be ridiculously idiotic. I was tripping over words and speaking in sentences that had little to no sentence structure that would be recognizable by even the least strict of English teachers. It's something about guys that does this to me, I've realized. They look at me, or they start talking to me, and my head completely falls apart. All that cool stuff I learned this summer bottomed out, and I came up with absolutely nothing of interest to say to our new transfer student (Tristan, by the way, is his name). And the same thing happened last night with Gareth. We somehow got onto the subject of my physics class, and I tried to say the word "vector" and failed miserably. How do you screw up the word "vector"??? I mean, really. There's got to be some sort of chemical imbalance created by the presence of a male. Maybe I inhale their testosterone or something. The problem with this theory is that I also become an idiot when on the phone....
Grah. I give up.
I think I'll just let whatever happens happen. I am officially not going to make any decisions about guys until... until I make a decision! Take that.
Okay, I'm gonna go write in my real journal now. I just needed to vent here. Thanks.
(And as far as the mood icon goes, I'm not so much irate as irritated, but I like the irate dragon icon better.)
No. I mean, not quite. Mostly, yes, except for one little addition.
I was about twenty minutes early, sitting outside the lab, just chilling, when this kid walks up and asks Tom (our new grad student) if he knows where to find Don Smith. Tom says no, and I offer to help. So I start talking to the kid. Basically, he said to me (in not so many words), "Hi. I'm the hot new transfer student from Australia, and I've come to work in your lab and possibly seduce you. I'm brilliant and funny and nice, and you have no chance." Like I said, he didn't say that in so many words, but I was definitely getting that vibe from him. It was like some sort of magnetic thing, like where if you put a credit card over one of those strips at the grocery store it won't work anymore. I'm the credit card and he's the magnetic strip, and as long as I'm near said strip, I don't have a chance.
WHAT'S WITH ALL THE AUSTRALIANS??? They're taking over my life!
I talked to Gareth last night and managed to be ridiculously idiotic. I was tripping over words and speaking in sentences that had little to no sentence structure that would be recognizable by even the least strict of English teachers. It's something about guys that does this to me, I've realized. They look at me, or they start talking to me, and my head completely falls apart. All that cool stuff I learned this summer bottomed out, and I came up with absolutely nothing of interest to say to our new transfer student (Tristan, by the way, is his name). And the same thing happened last night with Gareth. We somehow got onto the subject of my physics class, and I tried to say the word "vector" and failed miserably. How do you screw up the word "vector"??? I mean, really. There's got to be some sort of chemical imbalance created by the presence of a male. Maybe I inhale their testosterone or something. The problem with this theory is that I also become an idiot when on the phone....
Grah. I give up.
I think I'll just let whatever happens happen. I am officially not going to make any decisions about guys until... until I make a decision! Take that.
Okay, I'm gonna go write in my real journal now. I just needed to vent here. Thanks.
(And as far as the mood icon goes, I'm not so much irate as irritated, but I like the irate dragon icon better.)
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Date: 2004-09-24 04:33 pm (UTC)From:Oh, and did you hear? Christi's getting married!
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Date: 2004-09-24 11:16 pm (UTC)From:Yeah, I did hear about Christi. My mom and I took a road trip over to Provo three weeks ago for Uncle Ford's 50th birthday and got to visit with family a little bit. Lalani and Richard are doing really well.... Did you know Kayla's engaged?
How're Joseph and his wife?
Are you going to Christi's wedding?
And, are you going to Nanny's at Christmas? I think most of the family is trying to get down there, you know, so we can see her.
Hope you're doing well.
Love,
me
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Date: 2004-09-30 10:21 pm (UTC)From:Joseph and Corinne are doing well... he has an LJ now... er... don't remember the name. I'll get back to you on that.
I wish I could goto Christi's wedding... I mean, she's my cousin, y'know? But I don't think I can afford to go, and stay in school, both.
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Date: 2004-10-01 04:49 am (UTC)From:I'm gonna try to get down to Texas for Christmas. My loan is finally on its way through, so I should be able to get myself there. I'm going to miss Christi's wedding, though. It's the fourth wedding I'll miss this year; the third cousin's wedding I'll miss. *sigh*
Do you know what you're doing for Thanksgiving? You should try to get to Texas for Christmas--if I were you and the parents wouldn't help, I might consider asking the family at large for help. I'm sure I'm not the only one that would like to see you.
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Date: 2004-09-26 01:15 pm (UTC)From: