Saga of a Domestic Lab Ninja











{November 4, 2009}   The Elegance of a Breakdown

I had a minor breakdown yesterday. I say ‘minor’ due to the fact that I’m not curled up in a ball in my bed crying right now. It started when I called my mother in the morning and I just broke down. So, she called my grandmum who in turn called me. We talked for a little bit. It was nice to talk to her. I don’t think I’ve called her for at least a month which is unusual for me. Then she put my grandfather on the phone, who I haven’t talked to since the summer. The downside of this, was that it took time. Time that I had planned to do work before Shakespeare….

I went to the film office to pick up one of the Shakespeare movies for my paper, of which I still haven’t chosen a topic for, to find out that it needs to be returned before 1 the following day (i.e. today).  Mildly wonder if I still have time to watch it…

I went to the farmers market in Stata. I bought 2 pomegranates, 2 potatoes and a bag of baby carrots for 3 dollars. Normally, I would feel pleased but I feel somewhat apathetic towards my purchases. I remind myself of the game poem that I need to create for my digital poetry class which is tonight.  I head back to my dorm.

I peel(de-husk/de-seed?) my first pomegranate. I attempt to delicately tap the seeds out with the assistance of my knife. I give up and start ripping the bloody seeds with my fingers.  They clatter gently into my bowl.  Tip. Tap.

I’m lying in bed. I emailed my professor telling him I will not be in class that evening and that my assignment is not finished.  He tells me to turn it in next week and to get better. Between that and the 15 crab ragoons–ordered from Pepper Sky only because it was minimum amount I could order for delivery– I consumed, I feel like crap.

My Networks professor emailed me back. She tells me that they have noticed my effort in class and to do practice problem and the like to prepare for the exam. I reflect briefly on the potential futility of it all. I consider screaming. I roll over and sleep.

I wake up. There’s still time for me to get to poetry, if only to listen and discuss. I can’t compel myself to leave my bed. My room is cold. It is my preference but it does not help with creating incentive to leave my small cocooned world. I browse the internet. I have no desire to work. I’m tired. I’m sick of all of it. I attempt to go back to sleep.

My floormate comes by and starts poking me.  I curl. She continues to poke me and then offers to buy me food. I point to the bag that used to contain ragoons. She cites the non-existent nutritional value of my meal. I ask her to buy me ginger beer as consolation. She acquiesce.

She bring back the drink. I cuddle it. The cold bottle, counterpoint to the warmth of my blankets. I tell myself, “Tomorrow is another day.” I leave my bed. I place the bottle in my fridge. I shed my clothes for my pajamas. I go back to bed. I turn off my computer and the light. I go to sleep.

Tomorrow is another day.

 



{October 28, 2009}   Pre-Nanowrimo

Finally started plotting/outlining on Monday.

This novel is starting to sound like crack. Terribly amusing crack, but crack none of the less.

I’m reminding myself that we’re (at least not this year) not going for *serious* literature but merely to see if I can do it.

*chirp*

*chirp*

Moving on… my pset for 6.207 is almost done and it looks seventy-five percent legit as opposed to halfway legit, which is an improvement.  After I turn this in I need to start working on and finishing my proof for math project lab and email group about test-run presentation on Friday. Because partner 1(also know as Flash) has written 7 pages and partner 2 and I have written like…none. >_<

*headdesk*



{October 24, 2009}   I hate people

and I my epic guilt trips/moodswings.
I should start plotting my novel.
Work on psets.
Post-bac app.

Email profs.

Exercise more.

Not feeling pathetic.



I made a video poem for my digital poetry class.

Feel free to give thoughts/opinions/constructive crit.
Also, I considering using this a food blog format. Y/N/??



So, it’s the middle of October which means Nanowrimo is coming! I’m participating this year…again. We’re going to ignore the fact that I’ve been trying since ‘06…even though I took ‘07 off. Anyway, I’m trying again this year and quite frankly, if I only read the halfway point I will be amazingly proud of myself. *nods*
Better yet, this year, I’ll actually OUTLINE MY NOVEL! Yes, I know, a radical idea in my case (firm believer of procrastination).
Which brings me to the purpose of this post…I need ideas.
Plot ideas (though not as much), character ideas, plot device ideas, etc.


Enjoy.



{October 12, 2009}   Weekend Summary

Spent my long weekend either
1) Curled up in a ball being miserable and angst ridden due to incident in previous entry.
2) Procrastinating on my computer feeling amazingly pathetic.
3)Throwing up when mulling over incident.

Other than that my weekend was pretty good…ignoring the fact that I got absolutely no work done and I have a pset due on Wednesday and OH are tomorrow night. Yay.
I made an apple cake! But I didn’t take a picture, thus you can not feast your eyes upon its’ yumminess.
Night.



1) Theta Xi used to be a have meth lab.

2) They’re reconsidering it.

3) The reason why my partner, who’s in Theta Xi, looks high at the like  is because he is.

4) I didn’t need to know he was natural brunette either. I need acid to erase the sight. Or brain bleach. Brain bleach would be wonderful right about now.

5) Or that neither of my partners had done any writing and didn’t start till like 9:00pm for a paper that was due at 11:59pm…which was completed at like 2:56am.

6) During which I found out they forgot that was supposed to be turned in online on Stellar and not via email.

7) And convince them that emailing it so that it showed up in the prof inbox at 11:59pm was a BAD idea.

8) I actually have no idea if he turned in the paper or not….

9) Getting almost run over by the last Saferide is interesting,

10) Getting back when all your nocturnal floormates are asleep is depressing…



{October 8, 2009}   The Dance Rant

So, I few of my friends are irritated at me because I turned down a friend of mine offer to take me to the formal. They essentially said I was too mean. “You should have done it gently!!” or “Should be nicer!!” and the best one “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY YES!!!”

My responses in reflection.

1) “You should have done it gently!”

Ans: Why? I have no interest in him or going with him to a formal. Thus, promptly tell him this fact eliminates any uncertainty on his part regarding my feelings him. This eliminates the awkward “Does she or does she not” syndrome that seems to plague people at times.

2) You should be nicer!

Ans: Um, this was nice. What would be cruel is to say yes, when I didn’t want to go, and awkward drag him along.

3) WHY DIDN’T YOU GO!!

Ans: Multiple reasons including the reasons previously stated. A few of them include, the formal is at the  same venue it was held at last year. While was mildly pleasant and I can have fun at them, they are loud, noisy, and mildly irritating and you can’t hold a decent conversation after awhile. Also, most of my friends in my year are thrilled to go for the sole reason of that they can get drunk.  Wow. That’s like awesome. Please forgive, if I have like no pity for your resulting hangover. I don’t drink. I can deal with people drinking in a non-rowdy setting, like dinner or something. Dance parties on the other hand…*twitch* Finally, I know people find this amazing but I JUST DON’T WANT TO GO. It’s not conveniently timed. I have work next week that I want to get some progress on. I have readings that I’m sorely behind on. I have a UROP to make sure I still have.  I rather mess around in the kitchen and cook or bake. I rather relax in my room with my music or a movie with friends, than go to silly dance and come back with sore feet and stress.

I just wish my friends respected that.



{September 15, 2009}   Bleh

My throat hurts. If I cough, it hurts. I have a headache but no fever. My body aches but I don’t know if it is due to the fact that I had weightlifting on Mon and PiYo this morning….

…T_T



{September 9, 2009}   Day 1 of Last Fall Semester

Classes started today. I only had one, 6.207 – Networks. It seems interesting, which for a 80 minute class is important. I finally interviewed with the PhD that a friend absolutely detested working under. I found him very kind. I am now mildly conflicted over whether to work with him. It’s in statistical genomics which is the area I want to pursue research in, so I told him to give me a view days to think about it. I am leaning toward that lab more than the other one…but we’ll see.

My grandmother is going into surgery tomorrow to remove her tumor. It’s a fairly routine procedure, yet a small part of me is still apprehensive. *sigh* Oh well, what happens… happens.

Am now going to attempt to wind down and get some sleep, so I can fast tomorrow and prep for Shakespeare.

Night.



et cetera