Saturday, July 29, 2006


Holy shit, I'm beat. In lieu of anything of substance, I give you an ABC meme.

ABC meme

Accent: Slight tendency to drop my “r”s. It comes out mostly when I’m mad. Plus a cadence that is almost music I picked up from my last place of residence.

Booze: Oy, not much any more. Beer occasionally, but anything harder, and I wake up stupid and useless.

Chore I Hate: Dishes. For some reason I haven’t figured out, I can’t stand the feeling of used silverware. It makes my skin crawl, even if I know full well that I left that spoon in the sink only 5 minutes ago.

Dog or Cat: Dog. Dogs are just generally happy and goofy and will go on hikes with you. Cats are too moody and unpredictable. Plus when there is a cat in the house I always feel like there is some sort of conspiracy going on behind my back.

Essential Electronics: I am rather fond of this laptop. Otherwise, the alarm clock.

Favorite Cologne: I don’t wear any myself, because I am very sensitive to some ingredient they use. I used to wear Tranquil Breezes from Victoria’s Secret, but they stopped making it years ago. For men, something sort of subtle, so that in order to get a good whiff it I would have to put my nose to his neck.

Gold or Silver: Well, both I guess. I have a little of each, wear them at the same time, and don’t care that I’m not supposed to.

Hometown: Well, if you’ve seen Accent, you can figure it out.

Insomnia: Not since I’ve been paid enough to both survive and pay bills. However there was a time years ago when I would lie awake and come up with scenarios involving collection agencies.

Job Title: Bench Wench. And favorite Auntie.

Kids: None. But I do have a Ficus Tree.

Living arrangements: On my own.

Most admirable traits: Intelligent, kind, easy-going.

Number of sexual partners: Currently, or ever? Former, none. Latter, none of your business.

Overnight hospital stays: Allergic reaction to CHICKEN. Yes, I said chicken. I arrived at the emergency room at 10PM bright red from head to toe, having expelled everything from my digestive track, itchy like a MF, eyes watering, tongue and lips swelling, with my best friend and her 2-week-old daughter in tow. It was a fun and exciting evening. And I got the doctor to say “fucking chicken.” What more can a girl ask for?

Phobias: Not being able to breathe. Usually this shows up as a fear of drowning, but it pops up in other situations as well.

Quote: “Any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still know where his towel is, is certainly a man to be reckoned with.”

Religion: I was raised Catholic. I’m recovering nicely.

Siblings: Two older sisters.

Time I wake up: 6:30 ish.

Unusual talent or skill: The only thing that comes to mind is something work related, that some people would have a definite problem with.

Vegetable I love: It almost doesn’t seem to count as a vegetable anymore, but potatoes. Baked, mashed, stewed, roasted. I love me some starch.

Worst habit: Emotional eating.

X-rays: Teeth, for the dentist. Foot, after dramatic ex-boyfriend and phone related fall off the bed. Knee, after graceful girl-scout ice-skating outing. Wrist, after tripping over a hose. I also hit my head on a cement step that time. Many stitches and a week on the couch fixed everything.

Yummy foods I make: People love my chocolate chip cookies. I tell them it’s just the Tollhouse recipe. They don’t believe me. Plus I make a killer stew.

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius. And I show it in my stubbornness, occasional lack of tact, and tendency to be the life of the party (when I’m happy.)

Sunday, July 09, 2006

5 Things

Have I mentioned that I love memes?

5 things in my closet:
1. clothes (duh) (me too)
2. tool box
3. filing cabinet
4. extra linens
5. extra bags-back packs, duffel bags, purses
(it's a pretty big closet, now that I think about it)

Five things in my refrigerator:
1. diet coke
2. yogurt
3. rice milk
4. jelly-apple and grape
5. batteries

5 things in my car:
1. empty diet coke bottles
2. cool jumper/tire inflater combo thing
3. rain coat
4. flip flops (for after work when I can't stand socks anymore)
5. lots and lots of receipts

5 things in my purse: (is this supposed to be after wallet, keys, and phone?)
1. sudafed (allergies are fun)
2. antihistimine eye drops (did I mention that allergies are fun?)
3. change
4. keys to my sister's apartment
5. pen

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Public Transportation

I have never had what would be considered a true commute. At my last job, I lived all of 8 minutes away from the lab. Today it took me 1 1/4 hours to get to work. And 1 1/2 hours to get home. That's including driving, walking, public transport, and walking again. Between two and a half and three hours out of my day just to get to work. It's such a difference for me. I guess it would seem worse if I knew I had to do this forever. But at least it's a finite amount of time until I finish school and get an alternative-scheduled job.

There is a part of me that actually enjoys it. It is such a difference that it all seems novel. Give me a year, and I may see it different, but I learn something new about the area every day.

Oh! And the best part of a commute!

I am by no stretch a morning person. In fact it takes quite a bit of time to achieve coherent thought. The extra down time while commuting gives me time to be awake and aware before work. When I lived close to the lab it took me forever to get out the door simply because I knew I had to be productive within 15 minutes of leaving my apartment.

A busy week between classes and work, but still fun. I'm beat, my feet are killing me, but I'm in for a great ride.

Hey, by the way, this is where I was studying the other day. Isn't life rough?

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

I really do enjoy what I do. I swear. But sometimes I have to take a step back and shake my head. There is something inherent in science types that makes us kind of weird. Obviously this is where all kinds of stereotypes come from. But in reality, there is a tendency to be disconnected from people. To be wrapped up in the world of work and science to the point of exclusion of everything else.

So this is what I propose. I propose to try to be more present in the moment. To not let others bend my reactions to the universe, and to really enjoy the minutiae of my surroundings.

So there.