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The winter is long in the city....
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:30 amDidn't make it to either yoga or climbing yesterday. Blech. Oh well, with the bruised hip it's probably better that I didn't go.
In the last two months, since getting back from Christmas break, I've started
*knitting
*listening to NPR
*going to yoga
I think this means I'm officially an adult. If nothing else, I can always say that Yale made me finally grow up. Hopefully I didn't skip everything after my early twenties and go straight into being a grandma, but eh.
My rotation ends next week. I'm meeting with another professor later this morning to discuss whether I can do my third rotation with her. I should look up what she does again, so I have something to say if she asks me why I'm interested. *sigh* Lately I've been wondering again if I'm crazy and if science was a stupid idea. I think it's time for spring break; I'm worn out and slightly depressive and I think I really just need to turn off my brain and sleep for a few days. One more week!
I looked at plane tickets yesterday afternoon on Southwest. It's ridiculously cheap to fly round trip from Hartford to San Jose right now. If I wasn't already freaking out about how I'm going to afford my taxes, I'd so have purchased tickets right then and there. Wouldn't it just feel so good to spend my brain-off-and-sleeping days lying on Cowell's Beach? Or on the concrete outside the Science Library? Oh my god, Santa Cruz is getting to the beautiful time of year. The cherry trees will be blooming soon; that's my favorite part. The road up to campus will smell like lilacs soon, and the ocean will lose that blurry gray color it probably has right now and will take on a painful bright blue shine. I love spring in California.
Spring in New England is still, supposedly, two months off. It snowed a few days ago, and the wind chill has had the temperatures in the negatives. The desire to spend my spring break DRIVING to California is kind of absurd, but definitely there. I'd probably spend more in gas than I would on a plane ticket, though. At least driving is an active thing; I'd feel like I was doing something. For some reason, right now I feel like I'm not doing anything. I feel like I'm letting life happen to me.
I need to go skydiving.
In the last two months, since getting back from Christmas break, I've started
*knitting
*listening to NPR
*going to yoga
I think this means I'm officially an adult. If nothing else, I can always say that Yale made me finally grow up. Hopefully I didn't skip everything after my early twenties and go straight into being a grandma, but eh.
My rotation ends next week. I'm meeting with another professor later this morning to discuss whether I can do my third rotation with her. I should look up what she does again, so I have something to say if she asks me why I'm interested. *sigh* Lately I've been wondering again if I'm crazy and if science was a stupid idea. I think it's time for spring break; I'm worn out and slightly depressive and I think I really just need to turn off my brain and sleep for a few days. One more week!
I looked at plane tickets yesterday afternoon on Southwest. It's ridiculously cheap to fly round trip from Hartford to San Jose right now. If I wasn't already freaking out about how I'm going to afford my taxes, I'd so have purchased tickets right then and there. Wouldn't it just feel so good to spend my brain-off-and-sleeping days lying on Cowell's Beach? Or on the concrete outside the Science Library? Oh my god, Santa Cruz is getting to the beautiful time of year. The cherry trees will be blooming soon; that's my favorite part. The road up to campus will smell like lilacs soon, and the ocean will lose that blurry gray color it probably has right now and will take on a painful bright blue shine. I love spring in California.
Spring in New England is still, supposedly, two months off. It snowed a few days ago, and the wind chill has had the temperatures in the negatives. The desire to spend my spring break DRIVING to California is kind of absurd, but definitely there. I'd probably spend more in gas than I would on a plane ticket, though. At least driving is an active thing; I'd feel like I was doing something. For some reason, right now I feel like I'm not doing anything. I feel like I'm letting life happen to me.
I need to go skydiving.
