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Um... so that was a surreal weekend.
It was during the present-opening that it hit me. I was sitting next to my mom (who is six and a half months pregnant, all big and round and healthy-looking) while she opened presents, pulled out tiny pink clothing and all sorts of baby supplies (baby nail clippers, teething rings, baby nasal suction thingies, mittens...) and went "oooh" over them. I was writing down the gifts and who they were from. She opened yet another bag of pink baby clothing, held up a onesie, went "Awww..." and my brain did that little clinky thing it did last winter quarter during a Eukaryotic Molecular Biology midterm review session, that thing where it just sort of clinked and a functional part fell off and it stopped working. Well, maybe that's a bad analogy. I mean, it made that metaphorical clinky noise, but it worked sort of the other way. This "reality" part fell into place and my brain sort of freaked out. It saw the reality of the situation and went, "Holy shit! Whose life is this? I'm sitting in a room full of women watching my pregnant mother hold up pink baby clothing! How the hell did I get here? This isn't my life!"
The rest of the weekend was just as surreal. (Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about having a sister. But my brain hadn't quite realized yet that my sister would start out as a BABY. I know that sounds weird, but until your parents have a baby when you're 20, you won't understand how my brain is handling this.) By the time I left Sunday morning, there was a stroller in the library, a crib in my parents' bedroom, and a carseat on the floor of the garage. Not to mention pink and green balloons all over the house, and bags of pink (I kid you not, it was all pink, even the yellow stuff. Remember I said I bought her the only purple and green outfits I could find? THEY WERE THE ONLY PURPLE AND GREEN OUTFITS SHE GOT.) clothing lined up in a row. It was just... surreal... to see the house I spent high school in covered in baby accessories.
She got seven stuffed animals. All of them were pink. Two pink bunnies, a pink puppy, a pink bear, two pink elephants, and a pink pony that plays a midi of Rock-a-Bye-Baby. Seven. Pink. And zero animals of other colors.
Anyway, enough about the weirdness. It was a good weekend and I enjoyed seeing my mom. I can't wait to go home for Thanksgiving and see her again. She's a cute pregnant lady (yay, I have good genes, I'll be a cute pregnant lady someday). Especially considering she's almost 46. She looks really good. We had a couple of good long conversations, just like old times, and it was good to hear her opinion on things. I've realized she's not always right (case in point, graduate school), but it's still good to hear her opinion and take it into account. She's a bright woman.
In other news, my pchem midterm is Friday and I'm... not freaking out. Everyone else seems to be in this blind panic... but I get it. It's conceited, but I really think I get this class better than the other kids. It doesn't seem that hard. I mean, quantum mechanics is wicked cool and you need all these prereqs, yeah, but we all have the prereqs, and yet somehow I'm still grasping these concepts the first time I see them, and everyone else is panicking. It's really just math! Easy math. Just integrals and some snarky algebra, but really, I mean, maybe I couldn't have done this in high school, but it's really not as hard as everyone is making it out to be. Anyway. I'm finding it hard to study, because I can do the practice midterms in my head and there doesn't seem to be a lot of point to drilling myself on taking integrals. Ah, well. I'll go to the review tomorrow night and maybe that will instill a good sense of panic in me. Yeah, I'm worried that I'm not worried. But honestly, it's not hard to remember that Hermitian operators give you real eigen values. And to know what that means, all you need to have done is have been in class for the last five weeks. Seriously.
My thesis is a pain in the ass.
I'm going to bed; I'm either allergic to this week or I have a cold, and either way my body is demanding extra sleep.
I'm happy. With life, you know. Really happy right now.
It was during the present-opening that it hit me. I was sitting next to my mom (who is six and a half months pregnant, all big and round and healthy-looking) while she opened presents, pulled out tiny pink clothing and all sorts of baby supplies (baby nail clippers, teething rings, baby nasal suction thingies, mittens...) and went "oooh" over them. I was writing down the gifts and who they were from. She opened yet another bag of pink baby clothing, held up a onesie, went "Awww..." and my brain did that little clinky thing it did last winter quarter during a Eukaryotic Molecular Biology midterm review session, that thing where it just sort of clinked and a functional part fell off and it stopped working. Well, maybe that's a bad analogy. I mean, it made that metaphorical clinky noise, but it worked sort of the other way. This "reality" part fell into place and my brain sort of freaked out. It saw the reality of the situation and went, "Holy shit! Whose life is this? I'm sitting in a room full of women watching my pregnant mother hold up pink baby clothing! How the hell did I get here? This isn't my life!"
The rest of the weekend was just as surreal. (Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about having a sister. But my brain hadn't quite realized yet that my sister would start out as a BABY. I know that sounds weird, but until your parents have a baby when you're 20, you won't understand how my brain is handling this.) By the time I left Sunday morning, there was a stroller in the library, a crib in my parents' bedroom, and a carseat on the floor of the garage. Not to mention pink and green balloons all over the house, and bags of pink (I kid you not, it was all pink, even the yellow stuff. Remember I said I bought her the only purple and green outfits I could find? THEY WERE THE ONLY PURPLE AND GREEN OUTFITS SHE GOT.) clothing lined up in a row. It was just... surreal... to see the house I spent high school in covered in baby accessories.
She got seven stuffed animals. All of them were pink. Two pink bunnies, a pink puppy, a pink bear, two pink elephants, and a pink pony that plays a midi of Rock-a-Bye-Baby. Seven. Pink. And zero animals of other colors.
Anyway, enough about the weirdness. It was a good weekend and I enjoyed seeing my mom. I can't wait to go home for Thanksgiving and see her again. She's a cute pregnant lady (yay, I have good genes, I'll be a cute pregnant lady someday). Especially considering she's almost 46. She looks really good. We had a couple of good long conversations, just like old times, and it was good to hear her opinion on things. I've realized she's not always right (case in point, graduate school), but it's still good to hear her opinion and take it into account. She's a bright woman.
In other news, my pchem midterm is Friday and I'm... not freaking out. Everyone else seems to be in this blind panic... but I get it. It's conceited, but I really think I get this class better than the other kids. It doesn't seem that hard. I mean, quantum mechanics is wicked cool and you need all these prereqs, yeah, but we all have the prereqs, and yet somehow I'm still grasping these concepts the first time I see them, and everyone else is panicking. It's really just math! Easy math. Just integrals and some snarky algebra, but really, I mean, maybe I couldn't have done this in high school, but it's really not as hard as everyone is making it out to be. Anyway. I'm finding it hard to study, because I can do the practice midterms in my head and there doesn't seem to be a lot of point to drilling myself on taking integrals. Ah, well. I'll go to the review tomorrow night and maybe that will instill a good sense of panic in me. Yeah, I'm worried that I'm not worried. But honestly, it's not hard to remember that Hermitian operators give you real eigen values. And to know what that means, all you need to have done is have been in class for the last five weeks. Seriously.
My thesis is a pain in the ass.
I'm going to bed; I'm either allergic to this week or I have a cold, and either way my body is demanding extra sleep.
I'm happy. With life, you know. Really happy right now.
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Date: 2005-10-26 04:17 pm (UTC)From:A) know what eigen
values are.
B) Went to Reno this weekend (How was Reno as a town btw?)
C) are listening to Interpol.
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Date: 2005-10-26 08:56 pm (UTC)From:b) Reno was... Renoish. I really didn't have time to get out and see much. But it felt like Reno.
c) Jamie gave me the Interpol. He has good taste in music.