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Why am I updating? I don't have time for this.
Life is absolutely wonderful right now. Busy like always, stressed as usual, fraught with confusion, but wonderful. I'm developing circles of friends here. There is now a certain group of people that sits near me in the lecture hall every morning in Ochem, partly out of habit and partly because they want to sit near me. I know this because several of them have migrated, so while they used to be far away, they now sit regularly either directly behind me or in my row.
"They" refers to more than just Gareth.
I actually have friends.
Anyway. As an example of my life, take the weekend...
Friday night I went to the boardwalk with Stacia, Abby, and Alaina. I like Stacia more every time I hang out with her... that girl is really cool. Alaina's quiet but I think she has some deep things to say when she does talk. Abby is definitely a study in human personalities, and it's interesting to hang out with her. She's one of the nicest people I've ever met, but her ideas seem to be so different from mine.... Or maybe it's that they're so similar they seem different. Anyway. The boardwalk was awesome. We rode the big roller coaster and went on the carousel and bought a funnel cake and then John let us see Spiderman 2 for free, which was totally awesome of him. Too bad he couldn't sit and watch with us. That's the only problem with knowing someone who works at a theatre--you can get in, but then whoever it is can't watch with you. Somewhat purpose-defeating. Anyway (is that my THIRD anyway??), after the movie, John and Stacia and I went to Saturn Cafe. That place is really growing on me. It's starting to become a... place ...for me. (I promise, that made sense in my head.) Stacia gave me a ride home and a ton of good advice that made me realize, once again, that it's okay to be me (I had a bad week--lack of caffeine--and was starting to worry again that I needed to change somehow). I got online after she left, and ended up talking to George for 2 hours and 15 minutes. Good grief. I hadn't realized I missed him so much. I really love that kid. It made my whole week to talk to him.
I got to bed that morning around 4 am.
Saturday was another whole event in itself. I went over to Ann's, where Jenny and Christine also gathered, and we cooked dinner and played Phase 10 and got into the hot tub, enjoying a classic girls' night. Then Ann's housemates came home... with an infinite supply of beer. We hadn't meant to get drunk, but when Daryl and Ann started putting beers into Christine's and my hands, we went along with it. I had four. Christine had five. It was awesome. We weren't sick drunk, just tipsy drunk. And then we watched Will and Grace for a couple of hours, and went to bed around 2 am.
I love weekends.
Sunday I recovered.
Today, Ochem was extremely good. There was some serious flirting going on. He smiled at me a ton, and I had the aforementioned can't-not-smile syndrome. I still think I'm getting mixed signals, but at least they're smiling mixed signals. His smile does weird things to me. High school inarticulacy things.
Work is also going well. Today was my last day of taking care of Cynthia's rats, and now Don wants me to learn how to breed a transgenic mouse colony. We already have the mice, and I'm supposed to learn how to genotype them. I didn't know I was going to be in charge of breeding, too, so that was a bit of a nasty surprise, but I think as long as I don't have to inject them, I'm okay. Injecting rats is bad enough, but how the hell do you hold a mouse to inject it? They're just too tiny. Too much human hand, not enough mouse target. Anyway. The cell thing is going well, too. Michelle's just been walking me through stuff, but she said she's going to show me Western blots Wednesday, which will be totally awesome. That's something I'll need to know how to do wherever I end up.
I love the fact that most of you have no idea what Western blotting is. (I know that sounds snotty, but it's not. I just like the fact that science is so accessible and yet so few people enter it, making it an elite group that doesn't have the disadvantage of being thought of as elite.)
Really, I should do some homework now.
And I stole this from Marie's profile, but it made me--again--realize that it's okay to be me.
It's okay to be you.
The stolen thing:
"i hope you dance"
i hope you never lose your sense of wonder...
get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger.
may you never take one single breath for granted.
god forbid love ever leave you empty-handed.
i hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean.
whenever one door closes, i hope one more opens.
promise me that you'll give faith the fighting chance,
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
i hope you dance...
i hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
never settle for the path of least resistance.
living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking;
loving might be a mistake, but it's worth making.
don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter.
when you come close to selling out, reconsider.
give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
i hope you dance...
Life is absolutely wonderful right now. Busy like always, stressed as usual, fraught with confusion, but wonderful. I'm developing circles of friends here. There is now a certain group of people that sits near me in the lecture hall every morning in Ochem, partly out of habit and partly because they want to sit near me. I know this because several of them have migrated, so while they used to be far away, they now sit regularly either directly behind me or in my row.
"They" refers to more than just Gareth.
I actually have friends.
Anyway. As an example of my life, take the weekend...
Friday night I went to the boardwalk with Stacia, Abby, and Alaina. I like Stacia more every time I hang out with her... that girl is really cool. Alaina's quiet but I think she has some deep things to say when she does talk. Abby is definitely a study in human personalities, and it's interesting to hang out with her. She's one of the nicest people I've ever met, but her ideas seem to be so different from mine.... Or maybe it's that they're so similar they seem different. Anyway. The boardwalk was awesome. We rode the big roller coaster and went on the carousel and bought a funnel cake and then John let us see Spiderman 2 for free, which was totally awesome of him. Too bad he couldn't sit and watch with us. That's the only problem with knowing someone who works at a theatre--you can get in, but then whoever it is can't watch with you. Somewhat purpose-defeating. Anyway (is that my THIRD anyway??), after the movie, John and Stacia and I went to Saturn Cafe. That place is really growing on me. It's starting to become a... place ...for me. (I promise, that made sense in my head.) Stacia gave me a ride home and a ton of good advice that made me realize, once again, that it's okay to be me (I had a bad week--lack of caffeine--and was starting to worry again that I needed to change somehow). I got online after she left, and ended up talking to George for 2 hours and 15 minutes. Good grief. I hadn't realized I missed him so much. I really love that kid. It made my whole week to talk to him.
I got to bed that morning around 4 am.
Saturday was another whole event in itself. I went over to Ann's, where Jenny and Christine also gathered, and we cooked dinner and played Phase 10 and got into the hot tub, enjoying a classic girls' night. Then Ann's housemates came home... with an infinite supply of beer. We hadn't meant to get drunk, but when Daryl and Ann started putting beers into Christine's and my hands, we went along with it. I had four. Christine had five. It was awesome. We weren't sick drunk, just tipsy drunk. And then we watched Will and Grace for a couple of hours, and went to bed around 2 am.
I love weekends.
Sunday I recovered.
Today, Ochem was extremely good. There was some serious flirting going on. He smiled at me a ton, and I had the aforementioned can't-not-smile syndrome. I still think I'm getting mixed signals, but at least they're smiling mixed signals. His smile does weird things to me. High school inarticulacy things.
Work is also going well. Today was my last day of taking care of Cynthia's rats, and now Don wants me to learn how to breed a transgenic mouse colony. We already have the mice, and I'm supposed to learn how to genotype them. I didn't know I was going to be in charge of breeding, too, so that was a bit of a nasty surprise, but I think as long as I don't have to inject them, I'm okay. Injecting rats is bad enough, but how the hell do you hold a mouse to inject it? They're just too tiny. Too much human hand, not enough mouse target. Anyway. The cell thing is going well, too. Michelle's just been walking me through stuff, but she said she's going to show me Western blots Wednesday, which will be totally awesome. That's something I'll need to know how to do wherever I end up.
I love the fact that most of you have no idea what Western blotting is. (I know that sounds snotty, but it's not. I just like the fact that science is so accessible and yet so few people enter it, making it an elite group that doesn't have the disadvantage of being thought of as elite.)
Really, I should do some homework now.
And I stole this from Marie's profile, but it made me--again--realize that it's okay to be me.
It's okay to be you.
The stolen thing:
"i hope you dance"
i hope you never lose your sense of wonder...
get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger.
may you never take one single breath for granted.
god forbid love ever leave you empty-handed.
i hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean.
whenever one door closes, i hope one more opens.
promise me that you'll give faith the fighting chance,
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
i hope you dance...
i hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
never settle for the path of least resistance.
living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking;
loving might be a mistake, but it's worth making.
don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter.
when you come close to selling out, reconsider.
give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
i hope you dance...
