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it's pretty fun when you get to see real-life examples of textbook phenomena when you're at work. however, looking at the clock and seeing that it's 7pm on saturday evening when you're at work is somewhat less fun. |
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[Aug. 13th, 2006|02:19 pm] |
Making a PowerPoint presentation about using the Pitt meal plan effectively has made me nauseous. Bleh.
Oh man. Three more days as of like, right now, and I'll be hooooome. Hooray for my leetle apartment which is getting new carpeting, new cabinets, and new paint! And on Wednesday, I'll get to dine with some Wickids (ha ha! Wick ...kids! Get it? *snort*). |
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[Aug. 4th, 2006|09:06 am] |
Go to bed at 2:30am.
Wake up at 6am.
Drink half a can of Red Bull.
Eat half a bowl of Cheerios.
Bicycle up a slope to catch your bus in two minutes.
Ride the bus.
Ride the bicycle along a serpentine dirt path to get to work.
Work.
It's like being drunk. |
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| Absence makes the heart grow fonder |
[Jul. 31st, 2006|05:16 pm] |
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As much fun as the summer has been, and as beautiful as Colorado is, I just really really want to get back to Pittsburgh. I miss my old go!go!go! routine, I miss my friends, I miss my classes, I miss free museum admission, and dammit, I miss Adam. 15 more days. |
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| Holy shit |
[May. 22nd, 2006|04:14 pm] |
Ok, so I'm still a bit shell-shocked. Let me explain...
On 20 Feb 2006, I received an email from my former supervisor (from teaching last summer) asking if I would be able to teach again this summer. Hoping to receive an internship, I told her that I was waiting on an internship application and that I would get back to her when school got less hectic. School never got less hectic. So I replied to her email finally on Saturday, telling her I was sorry for not getting back to her and good luck with the summer. Soon thereafter, I had a new message from her in my inbox--rather surprising, considering it was the weekend, and who checks their email religiously on the weekend?
The email was an automated message letting me know that, as of 20 March 2006, she was no longer an employee of the program. Wanting to get in touch with her anyway, I, like any other normal internet addict, Googled her name, and this is what I found...
( screenshot )
So yes, the sister of my friend/former boss (on the left) was murdered six days after she sent me the email to which I attemped to reply this past Saturday, and I still don't know how to contact her in order to send my condolences. This whole death thing really doesn't sit well with me. I'm freaking out about this (hasn't left my mind since I found out), last year, when Mandy (friend of friends) committed suicide, I cried. Like, I'm started to get paranoid that someone close to me is going to die and I won't know what to do with myself. My maternal grandparents died, but I wasn't close enough to them to feel anything. Oh dear.
In other news, I'm getting out of this goddamn city in six days. I can't wait. I'll arrive at Denver Int'l Airport around 12:30, from where my uncle will pick me up so I can stay at his house and borrow cookware and bedding, and he'll drive me to the apartment on Monday. Work on Tuesday! Wooooo!
EDIT: What the hell?! Dammit people, stop dying! Jeez..! |
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[May. 17th, 2006|07:59 pm] |
I count the days.
And the days haven't even begun.
I'll be here (Boston) for only eleven or twelve more days, yet it seems an eternity. Though the rain has ceased and the sun shines during the day, each day seems longer and slower than the last. Funny how, when there was a whole month left of the semester, it all appeared to be but a blink in time. But now I am here, alone, bored, confused, and it's getting to me; it's really getting to me....
It's a horrible feeling, in a way, to know I am so unfathomably happy when there's Us. So happy, in fact, that it really doesn't matter where we are, or what we're doing, or how testy we are because we have to pack up our entire lives within the next 24 hours, yet not miss meals or sleep. The happiness isn't what's the problem; it's the fact that I can't make up with my mother--that I can't be truly honest with her, and tell her that, regardless of how much she has done for me (far more than I ever reveal in my complaints about her), regardless of my previously-held disdain for the concept, I am in love, and it is wonderful. She just wouldn't understand. Her upbringing, her broken marriage, her thankless, egocentric child--all have dimmed or, God forbid, obliterated, her view of love (or maybe such a thing never existed in the first place). Frankly, I don't know why I'm even writing this. I mean, will any of you ever understand? I don't doubt it, but I don't have any particular faith in it either.
I'm trying, I'm really trying to make things work out, for my mom to see me not as who she should have been, but as who I am. For almost twenty years, my life has been engineered to become the smart, successful researcher my mother should have been, had my birth been postponed. But can I even fault her? For if not for all the influence she's had on my life, would I ever find myself as happy as I do now?
Sometimes I think it's almost decadent, to be so enviously happy. What did I do to deserve it? I was never looking for it; it just came...and stayed. And it makes me want to proclaim it from rooftops, to shout my ecstacy for all to know. But that wouldn't be fair, would it? But then again, I suppose I already have....
I just hope I can make things with my mom work out half as well. |
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[May. 13th, 2006|05:01 pm] |
My first whole month of a cell phone bill and I'm already at 560 peak, non-Verizon minutes! My monthly limit is only 450 with $0.45 for every extra minute. So, rather than pay the $52 overcharge (plus the cost of whatever other minutes I use until the 22nd), I switched up a plan for $20 more and a total of 900 minutes!!
Cripes....
BUT! Adam is paying half the difference ($10), so that helps. Oh! and he got his internship in Baltimore, which is pretty awesome. He's doing some researchy thing on rockets.
Two more weeks, and I'm out of this crappy city. Freaking Boston is going to be all rain for the next howevermany days. Ick. |
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| Mlle. Christina, Promenade 2006 |
[May. 12th, 2006|04:25 pm] |
My adorable probable future baby-sister-in-law is going to her first prom tonight. Precious!
Green is her favorite color, and this is a really nice dress, purchased somewhere near the border of Ohio and Pennsylvania, in a town called Sharon (!)( Read more... )
Adam suggested hair flowers, to match the dress. Good call, boyfriend.( Read more... )
(ok, so maybe I will update more frequently, but only out of sheer boredom!) |
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| I am forever destined to update once a month |
[May. 9th, 2006|11:55 am] |
So the important things:
- My grades came out all right. The GPA went up by .007 points, bringing me to a cumulative 3.385--not great, but pretty decent.
- I have a 10-week internship in Golden, CO this summer and will be living in Boulder. Come visit if you'd like.
- I have a cell phone, and I may give you the number if you ask for it.
- Boston still sucks; I'm here again.
I hope I don't have a bun in the oven, because that would be dumb, seeing as I don't have the benefit of having had sex yet. EDIT: No bakery worries just yet, thank goodness.
- My neck hurts like crazy since I pulled what I believe to be my levator scapulae muscle this morning
- I have renounced religion
- He and I are doing just fine. (that's a piece of orange peel)
- I have .mp3s of the new Tool album, 10,000 Days, so if you'd like a copy, let me know.
That's it, I think. Good luck with your finals (if you have them) and enjoy the summer! |
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[Mar. 5th, 2006|03:09 am] |
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i am happier than i have ever been before, and i think that's a real good thing. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2006|03:22 am] |
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yeah. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2006|12:03 am] |
Life is nothing if not complicated beyond all comprehension. more on this later, i suppose.
In the meantime, please fill out the Johari and Nohari window things for me. For the sake of self-betterment, I'd also appreciate it if you would kindly inform me why you listed particular traits. Thanks.
And I apologise for being lax in my updates. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2006|04:20 am] |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2006|08:20 pm] |
i brought a knife on the the plane. yes, you read that right, i was earmarked for the hardcore strip-down-and-do-a-jig security check and they let me bring a KNIFE on the motherfucking PLANE. And they wonder why terrorists can do their thing. thankfully for them, it was completely accidental on my part.
and then of course, my luggage got left behind in philadelphia and the next flight from there to here is cancelled. and of course, all my warm clothes, perishable food, and sodium hydroxide salt are in said luggage, as well as my spiffy new desk lamp. thank you, US Airways, I commend you on your ability to be absolutely completely stupid. |
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