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| 10:25pm 26/04/2007 |
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A year ago today I was on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. I was on my way to amazing adventures, new discoveries, something rather tricksy resembling love, and a million memories which make me smile every time I think of them.
Tonight I'm sitting at a computer wondering why in the world significance tests for principal components factoring have to be so bloody confusing. New discoveries are waiting for me in the lab as soon as I become somewhat more of an expert on protein synthesis and memory, and amazing adventures call to me from that not-so-far-off place we call "grad school" (or postgrad, if all my dreams come true). In sh'allah I will be changing continents in about 10 months. Goodness.
I don't have to get these homeworks done tonight... which is good, because I won't. So that means three test next week instead of two, but it means only one test tomorrow. Yay finals :| Nineteen hours this semester wasn't the brightest idea I've had, but it's almost over. Just a week to go now. And I might possibly eek out an A- in chem. Maybe. If I do really, really well on the final. (And don't tell me that of course I'll be fine, I'm worrying for nothing, etc. Because I told myself that for the first half of the semester and it was a dirty rotten lie. Chem and I do not get along.)
So... agonize through another stats homework now or go to bed and deal with it in the morning? What a silly question.
Ah bugger. Should probably study Arabic.
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| 09:39pm 03/02/2007 |
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mood: accomplished music: Maria Schneider Orchestra - "Journey Home"
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Important discovery: am bit of a genius in the kitchen.
Okay, so that might be a slight exaggeration... but tonight I managed to improvise a very passable thai green curry. It was an improvisation because it was a last minute decision and I could find neither green curry paste nor several of the ingredients to make my own, even though I checked two different stores. I didn't have time to search more extensively, so I ended up using what I had and throwing in a little extra, and it turned out quite well! Dene' thought so too, so it's not just my inflated opinion of my own skills ;) I am ridiculously please with myself. Quite out of proportion to the actual achievement, I'm sure, but whatever.
Now it's a quarter to ten and I'm trying to decide whether I should make myself read a chapter for pharmacology or just go to bed. Bed sounds awfully nice... but I'm sooo far behind in my reading. I should probably try to get a chapter or so in tonight. And then I can have lovely nerdy dreams about catecholamines again :) |
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| 11:31pm 28/01/2007 |
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I don't know why I'm still up. I shouldn't be. I stopped doing homework at least 20 minutes ago. I should absolutely be in bed asleep so I can get up and face my hectic week with a smile. But I'm not. Stupid facebook. Stupid livejournal. Stupid internet.
I can't believe it's already the fourth week of classes. The first few weeks always seem to fly by... I don't know if I want it to slow down or not. Of course I'm a bit concerned about getting everything done... I haven't even started writing my research proposal, which is not at all good... so I suppose it should slow down at least a little. But not until the weather gets nice. Once it's spring it can slow down. But not too much.
This weekend was really good. Yesterday I had toast and tea for breakfast. And I had time to enjoy it. Really, it's completely the little things that just make life :) Then I spent at least thoroughly cleaning the apartment and then rearranging my room. It was very satisfying, but as a result I did absolutely no homework yesterday. And only about two hours today. Bad. Very bad. *sigh* But today was Dene's birthday, and it was wonderful to spend the day with my family and not think about school. And now I think a good night's sleep is definitely more important than attempting to read psychopharmacology or translate Arabic or anything of that sort.
I was going to share some thoughts about closure in relationships and stuff like that... and I still want to (if only to go through them one more time for myself). But not tonight. Tonight they wouldn't make much sense. Suffice it to say, I like closure. No closure in a relationship makes Ashley a very sad panda kitten. So there.
But that's not entirely true... I do have friendships that have sort of tapered off with no real closure... no definite "hey, we're not really friends any more, is that okay?" kind of conversations... and I've been okay with that....
Of course, those were either early high school friendships or based off of taking one or two courses together at uni. Not really the same thing as a more complicated relationship. Or maybe it is. Maybe I'm delusional and silly and ... I don't know. I actually wasn't going to talk about this tonight. Now I'm really going to bed. More coherent and less dramatic thoughts coming soon. |
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| 11:26pm 21/01/2007 |
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Lots of thoughts... it's only 11pm, but let's see if I'm awake enough to remember them.
So. Sarah has been making me watch Miami Ink. This is very bad. Now I sort of want a tattoo... TV is bad for you. Stupid TV.
I've been working in the lab a lot this weekend. It's been really cool... I love it. I'm now wishing that I had a biochem minor. le sigh... I never thought I would look back and wish I had taken more science. However, that would not have allowed for as many language classes, and I don't regret those at all. So I guess it's okay. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up all the biology and chemistry that I need along the way. So far that's working :) I'm still surprised that I actually like working with rats. Guess it's a good career choice then.
I've gotten off to a wretched start with homework this semester. Last weekend I was diligent and read two whole chapters of chemistry. That probably won't last for very long. Pharmacology, on the other hand, is amazing and I love it, and I cannot make any progress in that textbook for the life of me. The problem is that I want to understand and remember every tiny detail, so it takes forever to get through a section. I need to take an online quiz over chapter 3 by class on Tuesday. I'm not even halfway through chapter 2 right now. Not good. Arabic and Spanish are as usual. I have the same Spanish prof I had my very first semester, and I love her. In fact, everyone in the class loves her, so Spanish class is a very safe, happy place to be. Kind of weird :) In Arabic we're getting more speaking practice, which is great. Oh, and research methods. Again. Only this time it's a grad course. But it's still the same sort of stuff, the same sort of assignments. It's comforting, almost.
So that's school.. work is going well... thesis proposal is getting closer... and after only two weeks of school everything is already crazy busy and no sign of letting up until May. Help!
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| 10:51pm 08/01/2007 |
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mood: tired music: watching - "Where the Heart Is"
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Survived my first day of classes. Yippee, right? It was a much bigger deal back in the early years. The only really *new* class is chemistry, but freshman chem loses something of its horror when one takes it as a senior. But I've decided I'm going to try to go the whole semester without complaining about it being ridiculously easy/boring/whatever. I may comment, but I shall try not to whinge. Both psych classes, Spanish, and Arabic are all with profs I've had before. So nothing too drastic. Although it was a day of extremes: the contrast between walking into my first graduate class and sitting down in chem 109 was interesting. It all evens out, I suppose.
So all in all it was a good day. Aside from spending half of it wanting to scream, but whatever. It happens.
Now to bed. Psychoneuropharmacology in the morning. Yay :) |
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| 01:01am 07/01/2007 |
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Break is over tomorrow. Actually later today, but as per the D&D adage from high school: it's not morning until the sun comes up. So despite it being 1:02am, it's not really tomorrow. I'm not sure that made sense.
Break has been fantastic. Heaps of sleeping and reading, good quality time with friends and family, a bit of productivity as far as thesis research is concerned. Pretty much perfect, actually. And so I think I'm content to be going back to school. It should be good. I hope...
And so one ought to conclude that life is great, no? And yet I find myself going along on pins and needles, waiting for soemthing to come crashing down around me. It's a wretched way to go about this business of life, and hopefully I'll knock it off in the near future. One way or the other...
That sounds rather pessimistic of me. May have something to do with the late hour, and this doubly wretched habit of waiting up in hopes of a messenger convo. To bed, then. |
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| 12:55am 11/12/2006 |
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So. New unfavourite response rating right up there with "Oh, you're a psychology major? You're probably reading my mind right now, aren't you?"
Me: "Yeah, I just did a kickboxing class at the rec."
Three seperate guys on three seperate occaions: "Wow. I'm kind of intimidated now... I wouldn't want to mess with you!"
Seriously. I am *not* intimidating. Kickboxing doesn't make me intimidating. Why was that the consistent reaction from almost every guy to whom I mentioned it over the course of a week? Grrr. |
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| 10:43am 06/12/2006 |
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Oddly enough whenever I go and whinge excessively about something, be it here or in my really real journal or just in a cathartic pseudo-letter, something happens shortly thereafter to make it better.
I think I have super powers. |
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| 10:14pm 05/12/2006 |
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New favourite music: Guarneri Underground. Something about violins and a mix of Celtic, Spanish, African, Middle Eastern and other influences...
I have a mouse. I saw it today, and for a second I thought it was a cockroach because it moved ridiculously quickly. Then I realised that cockroaches don't have tails. I'll have to do something about that...
Well, clinical is over. Huzzah! Only Spanish and Arabic left. That should be exciting, despite me not looking forward to the Spanish final *at all,* but tonight I just feel rather apathetic about the whole thing. I'm not depressed. I know what I'm like depressed, and this isn't it. This is just apathy mixed with annoyance at being ignored. Not even being ignored, because I don't think I am really being ignored. Just feeling ignored, I guess. And to argue semantics (with myself... nerd) it's really not so much ignored as neglected. Ignored implies that I tried to get attention and failed. In reality I'm just sitting here wishing there were some attention. A text, an email, a chat... anything. *sigh* It's times like this that I remember how much of life I make up in my head. There are only so many actual facts and experiences off of which to go - the rest is my reaction to and opinion of those things. Which can get messy when it goes beyond someone else's opinion of a situation. Say, for example, a relationship. Gah. But this is nothing new. I've been dabbling in undefined relationships for the past, oh, four, four and a half years now. Me = expert. Which isn't necessarily a good thing. However this time it is for the very good reason that it is long distance with quite the uncertain future, as opposed to being undefined because I broke up with someone and didn't feel like acting like it. This is most definitely an improvement. I daresay I have *finally* learned from my mistakes. Of course now that I've said that I'll go and do something to prove myself wrong. *sigh*
I should go to bed. There comes a point when one should stop posting random ambiguous musings on livejournal and get some sleep. That point was probably back around the second or third line of this entry. But I felt like rambling. And I wanted to share. I don't know why. I'm not looking for insight. I don't even really want sympathy. I'm just tired and feeling rather verbose. And I can't quite justify going to bed at 9pm... much as I love my bed. I feel like I should accomplish something tonight. But, believe it or not, I actually have nothing to do. It's too early to start studying for my Spanish final (over a week - that would just be crazy!). I don't know *what* to study for my Arabic test. I guess I could do random preliminary thesis stuff... that might be interesting. Ooh, or prep for CCD. That would probably be a good idea. Okay, so I have stuff I *could* do. But I have nothing that needs to get done. I find a significant difference there.
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| 12:49am 30/11/2006 |
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A week and a half left of classes, a paper and test (both in Spanish) on Friday, and absolutely no powers of concentration.
And so it begins.
Sendero Luminoso is fascinating, really. I've absolutely loved diving into international relations stuff again after concentrating so heavily on psych. But I wish I could just research the paper without having to write it. Or at least have the paper due *not* on the same day as this test. I'm not so much worried about how I'll do on them. Mostly I'm just wondering how they're both going to get done in the next 36 hours or so. Yikes. Why did I have to put it like that? :(
I can't concentrate. Maybe I would concentrate better without this livejournal window open. But I got a whole paragraph done on my paper and I think I deserve a reward. It wouldn't be quite so worrisome, but tomorrow night I'm having dinner with my family and the FOCUS missionaries. So that blocks out at least 7-9. And after 9 is just a bad time to get started when there is so much to do. I tend to spend a significant amount of time freaking out about it before I can actually get to work. Not that I would necessarily be diligent if I had the whole evening free.
And in other news I added another class next semester. My research methods prof, who just happens to be my absolute favorite, invited me to/suggested that I take a graduate level psychometrics class with him next semester. So of course as soon as he said that I felt like I would be slacking off if I didn't. And it will look soooo good on my application to UNSW (and anywhere else... not that I'm so concerned about those). And I just plain like the stuff, dang it. Why? Why do I have to like the numbers and the analyses and the stupid stats stuff? Why can't I be as artsy and humanities-oriented as I thought I was during high school? And why do I fight my analytical/scientific side so?
So now I'm taking 18 hours. As a senior. Stupid stupid stupid. But three of those are *only* thesis hours, and I can work on that all summer as well... although it would be nice to have it ready to go in with my app... and five of those hours are freshman chemistry, which I refuse to believe can be conceptually hard. Just time consuming. Stupid labs. Stupid recis. And three hours are *only* Spanish. Literature. Wonder how much reading that'll be? And three hours are *only* Arabic, and I know I can kick its butt even if it means pulling my hair out over it. And three hours are *only* neuropsychopharmacology, which I absolutely love (mostly because it's such a big word... just kidding! I like the content too!). So what does that make? Like, a zillion hours? Wait... does that add up to 20? Uh oh. Aw rats. Now I have to rethink this. That really is crazy... that means 17 hours without the thesis stuff. Dang.
Great. Now I'm overextending myself AND I can't count. This does not bode well.
Bed or paper? Bed or paper? What a stupid question. It's not due tomorrow - of COURSE I'm going to bed. I started it. That counts, right? And a better night's sleep tonight will make for better cramming tomorrow, right? I'm sure it works like that...
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| Today in the Life of Ashley |
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| 08:47pm 09/11/2006 |
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I think I am too attached to trees. They (whoever "they" are) have spent the last two days cutting down and carting off the trees in a vacant lot near campus. Now, this should not directly affect me (except further limiting parking in the neighbourhood. boo), but I liked that vacant lot! There is an entire squirrel village living there - I see at least half a dozen every time I walk by. And now half of these squirrels are homeless because They have decided to cut down four or five beautiful trees. I suppose They have a good reason, but it always makes me sad to see trees cut down. Yes, I use paper. Yes, I own/use a variety of things made out of wood. Yes, I enjoy fires. But it still makes me sad to see trees being cut down. Maybe it's a double standard; I don't particularly care.
But other than the traumatic deforestation of the vacant lot, I am thoroughly pleased with life at the moment. The craziness that was student matinees, workshops, etc. at work yesterday is all over and went off remarkably well. My supervisor seemed thrilled with it, so life is good. So I'm back to loving my job, which is definitely nice after pretty much hating it for the past week. And Becky is the best roommate ever, one of many reasons being the fact that she brought home an icecream cake yesterday because I've been so stressed out about the matinee. My big research project is over, and the conference (worthless as it seemed) is behind me. Tomorrow I get to go visit a good majority of my extended family, about which I am indescribably thrilled. Oh hooray :)
What else... today at work I got a cookie. A very large, frosted cookie. That was fun. The weather has been gorgeous for this past week-ish. The semester is almost over, and for probably the first time that thought is exciting without being scary. I'm excited about my future and loving where I am right now, all at the same time. I'm definitely doing a better job of living in the moment than I was last semester :)
Of course, life is by no means perfect. I have something like 15 hours of coding left, and practically no desire to do it. CCD last night didn't seem to go particularly well - the kids absolutely would not quiet down and focus. I felt like I was talking to sixteen excited puppies for an hour and a half. And I've been spending a lot of time thinking about the nature of relationships and trying to analyse my need/desire for definition in a relationship. Is it a status thing, ie I want the title of "girlfriend," or is it my innate desire to *know* things, or is it a control thing, or just the nature of being a girl and having an insatiable desire to talk about that sort of thing, or what? And maybe it has to do with bad experiences with undefined relationships in the past. Most likely. What, Ashley trying not to make that same mistake again?! :O
But life is overwhelmingly good right now, despite all that :) So now I should probably make some dinner, force myself to do some coding, clean my room, and pack for the weekend. Oh, and possibly study for my Arabic test tomorrow. Might be a good idea... |
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| 12:16am 27/10/2006 |
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Today I:
a) Had a great day at work.
b) Got a great topic for my thesis, about which I am very excited.
c) Found a ton of really interesting research for a clinical paper I thought was going to be boring.
d) Found out Brett actually can't come in December.
e) Cried for about an hour.
f) Had phone-therapy with Jena for about an hour.
g) Didn't get any homework done.
g) Figured out a costume for the Newman dance tomorrow night.
i) All of the above. |
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| 05:39am 22/10/2006 |
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So, got my computer problems semi-sorted. The relationship between my computer and the router is still a bit dodgy, but they seem to communicate fairly well via the network cable even if they completely ignore eachother when I try to go wireless. Meh. I'm just happy to *finally* have internet in my apartment. What a luxury!
So... today was a great day. I went to MoJava with Maggie for breakfast, then we came back to my place and watched Madagascar. I finished my Spanish reading a got a bit of coding done. I had supper with my family, then over to Ember's to watch Love Actually. Lots of hyper giggling on my part during the happy airport scenes... yeah. :) And Becky was home when I got home. And internet is working. Yay.
So that makes it bedtime, yes? Hooray for bedtime! |
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| 11:11pm 04/10/2006 |
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You know that part in Anne of Avonlea (movie, not book) where Anne gets so frustrated with her rebellious and disobedient students at Kingsport Ladies College that she hits Jen's hand with the pointer?
That was me with my 7th/8th graders at CCD tonight. I didn't hit anyone, but I did yell. Within the first five minutes of class. I couldn't make myself heard without yelling, but it came out angrier than I meant it to. I felt pretty awful about it... I want them to *want* to listen. Maybe it's a bit much to expect that all the time. They are a great bunch of kids... they were just really noisy tonight. But after I yelled at them they were very quiet until the last bit of class when they started getting talkative again. I'll try not to make a habit of it... maybe sometimes that's what it really takes though. Oh well. 'Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it (yet).' |
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| 10:16am 27/09/2006 |
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So, I was definitely on campus for 17 hours yesterday, home for less than 6, and back at 8 this morning. Today shouldn't be as long of a day, but I am definitely already looking forward to crawling into bed tonight. Yep. I love bed. |
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| 07:57pm 26/09/2006 |
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Today in Bible study Amy said one of the truest things I've heard in a long time - God is the second thing you're thinking about when you fail, and the first thing you think about right afterwards. Definitely true for me... as in, if He were always the first thing on my mind I probably wouldn't fail so much!
This is probably going to be one of those really random entries that go on for ever and ever. You've been warned.
Today I saw a girl wearing a shirt that said 'Joss Whedon is a god.' And as I was contemplating what that indicated about her interests and personality I was brought up short by the realization that I was probably in the minority, knowing who Joss Whedon is... I reckon there weren't a whole lot of people out of the several hundred or so passing through the Union Plaza this afternoon to whom that shirt meant anything other than 'random person is great.' Although I'm sure you get it :)
My clinical psych test tonight took all of 15 minutes. I wish my Spanish test tomorrow were going to be that easy. Or that it required as little studying (I think I put in a grand total of 45 minutes for the clinical one).
This morning I was doing my analyses for my 450 project, and I got so absorbed in it that I barely realized I had spent three hours on it. I was actually quite enjoying the complicated statistical stuff I was doing, and I ended up with a 2x2x3x3 between groups ANOVA for three DVs, instead of the 2x2x3 for two, which was the minimum requirement. I started doing a 2x2x2x3x3, but then I realized the ridiculous amount of extra work even to just do the tables, and the fact that we hadn't even touched on five-ways in class, and I gave up. The overachiever in me is satisfied with the 4-way, even though it's not a biopsych dataset. I guess that's what my thesis is for. Mmm... thesis...
I am not enjoying this Spanish studying. grrr. And somehow I managed to put it off until the night before, even though I promised myself I wouldn't... imagine that.
It's weird. I'm not freaking out, but I feel like I'm on the edge of it. I know I won't really go into full on panic mode, but I have the very strong memory of having done so at the end of last semester. I think I can imagine what a mental breakdown must feel like. I guess it's not really weird - the increased cortisol in my amygdala/hippocampus is a trigger for the memory, but my prefrontal cortex is keeping it in check with GABA, or something along those lines... yeah. Nerd :p
Grrr... back to Spanish. |
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| 09:36am 15/09/2006 |
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Funny story:
[Colleen] And there really wouldn't be a better time to do it.
[me] Yeah, I'll never have fewer attachments than I do now.
[Amy] Hey, you'll be in Australia for four years... maybe you'll meet an Australian guy and marry him!
[Makayla] Yeah, I was just thinking that but I wasn't going to say it...
[me] Well... actually...
And then last night I was in the sacristy before reading at Mass, and Brad walked in. Hooray! He was back on vacation from ND. Then he mentioned Fr. Kane was saying Mass. What?! Hooray! Fr. Kane is back from Iraq! So I definitely signed up for a good night to read... yay :)
And this evening I get to go out to Hastings. Does life get much better than this? Well, I suppose my classes could get cancelled today... that would be pretty great. But I guess I can deal with classes :) |
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| 11:10am 14/09/2006 |
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At this very moment I have no motivation. Soon I will be motivated to eat lunch. This afternoon I will be motivated to talk and laugh when I get JuiceStop with my Bible study, and again at Ivanna Cone with my other study, and finally at Community Night after Mass. Tonight I will be motivated to study for my Arabic quiz and possibly do my Spanish reading. In a few days, if my back doesn't stop hurting, I may be motivated to go to the chiropractor.
But right now, I am not motivated to do any of the half dozen things I should be doing. I would really like to just crawl back in bed and stay there for a while, maybe with a cup of tea and a book. But I don't suppose feeling sorry for myself is particularly helpful. I'm stuck here at work for the next 5 hours, so I might as well suck it up and force myself to be productive.
Can you recognise people by the back of their heads? Even if you haven't seen them in months, but perhaps they were once very important to you? I was stopped at a traffic light on my way home from campus yesterday when it suddenly hit me that the top half of the back of the head (which was all I could see) of the person in the passenger seat in the car in front of me looked remarkably familiar. The light changed, we turned, and I ended up passing the car. Sure enough, it was my ex-boyfriend. Hadn't seen or heard from him in months. He saw me too and a minute late my cell phone rang. No mention of him being an insensitive jerk last time I saw him, no mention of having ignoring each other for months, etc. etc. This is the way it is between us. Bugger my fear of confrontation. And bugger his unsettling habit of waiting till I've almost completely gotten over being mad, then acting like we're old friends, with never an argument betwixt us (ha!). He sounds like such a nice person when he's not drunk and/or high... and even though I've known for ages that I can't count on him, my bloody optimism keeps convincing me to give being friends another go. Maybe this time. Maybe this time. Maybe this time.
Yeah. Not bloody likely. So why did I say yes to getting coffee or drinks next week? I wonder if I can actually learn to just not have any expectations at all...
Alright. Back to work. |
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| 11:43am 26/08/2006 |
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Yesterday went exactly as I had planned, right up until about 4pm. After that I did almost nothing that I had intended to do - like go to the rec and do my Arabic homework - and several things which I had no intention of doing - including (but not limited to) watching several hours of tv and staying up until almost 2. It was a great day... just not as productive as I would've like. It was, however, more or less relaxing. And I've almost finished unpacking everything. I put up my bookshelves last night, and that helped greatly. Maybe today I'll put up all of my pictures. Then I can sit in my room and stare at them and wish I were back in Australia.
I've found a new favourite tea - ginger peach. It's pretty much amazing.
Well, I suppose I should do my psych write ups... or the web ex... or Arabic... or something. I really want to take a nap... I think that definitely needs to be part of my day. Soon. |
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| 11:35pm 09/08/2006 |
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Senhorita, e isto a lampada ou a cadeira?
Honestly. Who asks 'Miss, is this the lamp or the chair?' What a silly teach-yourself-Portuguese-book. Unfortunately, it's the only one the library had when I went searching yesterday. Maybe I'll have to break down and actually buy one... after I start getting a paycheck again... which will hopefully be soon...
I feel so terribly grown up. (At least I did, until I started telling the book how silly it was. Out loud.) I get up in the morning, go to Mass, go to work, run errands, and come home and (when it's my turn) fix dinner. And I like it. Which isn't to say that I'm not excited about classes starting again, because I am. Mostly. There's still a little part of me that's threatening to throw a huge panic fit over the fact that I have three semesters left and no idea what I'm doing for my thesis. But it'll come... it has to, right?
Well, off to bed. Tomorrow's a short day because I don't have a tour. Today went really well though (despite being wretchedly hot), and once I have a few more under my belt it'll be no problem. Tomorrow after work I'll hopefully get my schedule for working in the lab sorted, and then I'll be able to settle everything else. By the weekend I should have my semester work schedules pretty well mapped out... minus FOCUS stuff, but that's okay. And starting tomorrow I get to be wonderfully social. Hooray! Although I must say I have greatly enjoyed spending my evenings at home just reading... and because I'm working I don't feel so lazy for it :)
ANYways... I'm off. Goodnight, moon. |
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