2004-11-23, 08:11 PM — fuzzy happy moose
I now have a certificate that officially says that I am smart. Like, above 80% smart. YES! Validation!
I'm hanging out at the amazingly lovely Leslie's house for the night, and heading into school early in the morning to start testing lichens. That's right, folks, my thesis is officially underway. It's a good feeling. A very good feeling. If I can just hang on to the good feeling for two more weeks, I'm in the clear.
I'm also wearing new flannel pjs which have MOOSE and BUNNIES on them. I rock. I'm totally in a good fuzzy place this evening. It might actually be the pj pants and I'm seriously considering wearing them to school tomorrow. I'm just going to be in the lab... in the dark, even. So maybe the pjs aren't a good idea, because I might fall asleep and have dreams about the fluorometer's octopus-like fiberoptics cables turning into a real octopus and sucking my brain out...
2004-11-18, 09:51 AM — there goes the bride
Here are some things about weddings:
There are a few traditions I really like. There are a lot more that I frankly find a little creepy.
It's hard to separate what I want from what I think others expect me to want. I think this is less of a wedding thing and more of a me thing, but it's getting irritating.
It's a little hard to decide what's going to be offensive to others, and what of those offensive things I need to work around and what of those offensive things they need to ignore.
Eloping sounds like a great option except that it kind of defeats a large part of the purpose -- that it's about celebrating with family and friends.
Planning a wedding is exciting, but it is also a little nerve-wracking for those of us who didn't have our Barbies get married. No, my Barbies lived in sin. I never thought about what dress I wanted to wear, although I will admit to cutting brides out of bridal magazines and playing with them like paper dolls. Well, and doing other things with them when I got older.
Interestingly enough, dresses haven't changed that much over the years. They have gone up in price, though.
Am I complaining too much? Probably. I do think this is going to be fun and really wonderful. I'm just a wee bit overwhelmed. I have no idea how to do any of this.
2004-11-10, 11:50 AM — i counted; they're all still there
There's something really disconcerting about someone taking a set of pliers and pulling at something on your tooth until whatever it is comes off with a sharp "crak."
Really, very upsetting. Also, the impliment that is used to clean the leftover contact cement off the tooth sounds alarmingly like a squealing circular saw.
Plus, the new contact cement tastes absolutely awful.
I'd like to say I've had a great morning, and considering the fact that I can now breathe normally (this has been an issue for about a week now) it's been quite nice. But the voluntary torture called "bracket repositioning" on the braces is a little less than ideal way to spend the better part of the morning.
And, even more unfortunately, I now have an essay that I have to write, as it's due tomorrow and I'm spending tomorrow morning either on the bus or traipsing about a cemetary looking for lichens. It's kind of like looking for love, except more fungal and less rewarding.