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State of Cait:
May. 13th, 2008 08:23 pmSaturday: Marked one year back in America for me. I'm still pretty disappointed by how my Peace Corps experience worked out, but meh. You take it as it comes. Most of my cohort of volunteers have found middling-to-excellent projects and I am (mostly) happy for them.
Sunday: I did not call my mother on Mother's day.
Last night: I slept twelve whole hours (Contacts in, mostly clothed.) it was truly fantastic. Down with stress! Up with sleep!
Today: I took my last final! My last Organic Chemistry test ever ever ever!. I did really love this professor, the class was entertaining beyond expectations, but OH, am I glad to be finished. Both my finals will determine my grade in the class, an uncomfortable, but overall ok place to be. I'm having a hard time excepting a high B as a poor grade, which illustrates rather perfectly why the Ivy League is not for me. Evidently some people care about this?
Tomorrow: I am going to do something fun. Like shoe shopping. (Possibly my sarcasm does not transfer: shoe shopping is hands down my least favorite thing in the universe, second only to injustice and possibly salt water in road rash, but my running shoes no longer have soles, so once more! Into the breach!.)
Also Tomorrow: I am also going to a party at a friends house where I will find out (finally!) who killed Laura Palmer. (We are watching Twin Peaks. So far, I do not know who killed Laura, but at this point, I hardly even care, because every one on this show is crazy. Every single person! I am more concerned with finding out why Nadine suddenly has super powers, who the giant is, and - if I'm really, really lucky, what is up with the owls. The Laura plot line mostly just creeps me out, so I focus on everything else. I am super concerned that Leo is going to have some miraculous brain recovery and do horrible, horrible things.) This show is compelling, but kind of in a train wreck way- which is disconcerting.
This weekend: I say goodbye to my parents, on their way to California, with their worldly possessions in a U-Haul trailer, and my sister, heading northward to Colorado for her summer job. During the twelve or fifteen hours we overlap, I am having a brunch for them. I plan on serving spring rolls, because spring rolls are delicious; unlike being the one member of my family holding down the entirety of the Non-Coastal United States, which mostly tastes sad.
Thirty One days from now: I take the MCAT. Mmmmmm, tasty, tasty standardized tests.
Ongoing: I can not fully explain how much I love my job. Amidst all this craziness, I know that tomorrow, I can blow another child's mind with static electricity. Or my knowledge of stick bug reproduction. Or proper house construction. Or noise making.
(In this post, the banana symbolizes the MCAT, and I am the old lady who just wants a walk down the beach and doesn't want to study physics. Dang.)
Sunday: I did not call my mother on Mother's day.
Last night: I slept twelve whole hours (Contacts in, mostly clothed.) it was truly fantastic. Down with stress! Up with sleep!
Today: I took my last final! My last Organic Chemistry test ever ever ever!. I did really love this professor, the class was entertaining beyond expectations, but OH, am I glad to be finished. Both my finals will determine my grade in the class, an uncomfortable, but overall ok place to be. I'm having a hard time excepting a high B as a poor grade, which illustrates rather perfectly why the Ivy League is not for me. Evidently some people care about this?
Tomorrow: I am going to do something fun. Like shoe shopping. (Possibly my sarcasm does not transfer: shoe shopping is hands down my least favorite thing in the universe, second only to injustice and possibly salt water in road rash, but my running shoes no longer have soles, so once more! Into the breach!.)
Also Tomorrow: I am also going to a party at a friends house where I will find out (finally!) who killed Laura Palmer. (We are watching Twin Peaks. So far, I do not know who killed Laura, but at this point, I hardly even care, because every one on this show is crazy. Every single person! I am more concerned with finding out why Nadine suddenly has super powers, who the giant is, and - if I'm really, really lucky, what is up with the owls. The Laura plot line mostly just creeps me out, so I focus on everything else. I am super concerned that Leo is going to have some miraculous brain recovery and do horrible, horrible things.) This show is compelling, but kind of in a train wreck way- which is disconcerting.
This weekend: I say goodbye to my parents, on their way to California, with their worldly possessions in a U-Haul trailer, and my sister, heading northward to Colorado for her summer job. During the twelve or fifteen hours we overlap, I am having a brunch for them. I plan on serving spring rolls, because spring rolls are delicious; unlike being the one member of my family holding down the entirety of the Non-Coastal United States, which mostly tastes sad.
Thirty One days from now: I take the MCAT. Mmmmmm, tasty, tasty standardized tests.
Ongoing: I can not fully explain how much I love my job. Amidst all this craziness, I know that tomorrow, I can blow another child's mind with static electricity. Or my knowledge of stick bug reproduction. Or proper house construction. Or noise making.
(In this post, the banana symbolizes the MCAT, and I am the old lady who just wants a walk down the beach and doesn't want to study physics. Dang.)
