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Chronicles of a Girl
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About Me
I am a nerd. Well, a nice nerd. Some say I'm a cute nerd. Sometimes I'm a happy nerd. Sometimes I'm a sad nerd. I can be a perky nerd. Or an emotional nerd. Sometimes the raddest nerd ever. But nonetheless, a nerd. Previous Posts
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Thursday, March 29, 2007
Sometimes I feel like I should leave it behind and find myself somewhere else. I feel so alone, so isolated, so disappointed in myself. Perhaps I should take a hint when all the signs are telling me that I'm not good enough, that I never will be. I'm so tired of keeping the happy facade, of seeming like I'm happily afloat when I'm really drowning. I hate myself and I hate the illusions I hold when I know very well that they're only illusions. I don't belong and try as I may, I never will belong.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I reformatted my computer
And the clock on it still doesn't run correctly. Heh, gotta love my computer.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Failure is just success rounded down
I wonder if I can argue that when I talk to my PI on Friday (he's big so we haven't really talked...like all quarter) and I tell him everything has failed and I have no data. Or maybe when I'm presenting lab meeting and I'm telling the whole lab that I have no data. Yay!
 And yes, I know I'm 18 minutes late for an actual PI day post. Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Bright Eyes is playing at the Greek on my birthday!
*hint hint*
Four Winds Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying trying to keep them alive His body's decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her hair But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed She caves The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute If you burn them all together you get close to the truth still They are pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons While shadows lengthen the sun Cast off the schools of meditation built to soften the times And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines Four winds, cry until it comes And it's the son of man Slouching towards Bethlehem A heart just can't contain all of that empty space It breaks, it breaks, it breaks Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead They said, "You'd better look alive" And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east I buried my ballast, I made my peace With four winds, levelling the pines But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon She just can't compete with all that outer space She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves Thursday, March 08, 2007
Hypothermia
Man, this blog is sooooo boring, which I've coming to realize while backing up my old blog. Hmm, that was back in the day when I didn't care about who knew about about me and my s*x life. Look at me now, I'm even censoring the word s*x! S*x!
So I decided that I would write one interesting post, just one. It will be about...hypothermia. The whole thing started maybe a month or two ago when I was taking a snowboarding lesson at Squaw Valley. It was actually a rather miserable day to be snowboarding at all given that it hadden't snowed in forever so everything was either pack snow which was the falling cushion equivalent of concrete or ice, which just sucked. Additionally, it was so windy that a lot of snow was being picked up and it felt like being in a snowstorm. But since I decided to take the snowboarding lesson, I ended up in a class with two other girls (sisters) and semi-crazy snowboard instructor who seemed to pronounce my name a different way each time (although once he called me by my last name, which is amazing since I never told him my last name). Before beginning with any actual snowboard instruction, we went over safety (how to fall correctly so you don't hurt your wrists, etc.). Addtionally, he described conditions you had to watch out for. For example, first he described altitude sickness, which he defined as being short of breath at high altitudes due to the low oxygen. Then, and this is my favorite, he described hypothermia, which he defined as getting too cold and wandering off. He then went on to reinforce the wandering off part. "If any of you start shivering, we'll get indoors right away or else you'll wander off." "Let us know if you're cold, or else you'll wander off." Which got me thinking...everytime I'm freezing because of the over-air conditioned journal club room or seminar room, will I start to wander off? Would I just go crazy leaving a trail of clothes down the hall and would they eventually find my half-frozen body in the cold room (even though things don't really freeze at 4 degrees...which is why it's only half frozen)? Could I be hospitalized for hypothermia allowing me to sue to the school for the over air-conditioned rooms teaching Stanford and all other over air conditioned places a lesson? 'Cause that would be way awesome. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm freezing at school and at lab every single day, even with both a sweater and a winter coat on. One of these days I'll get hypothermia and then they'll be sorry. | |
