soundtrack: jamiroquai: you give me something
this week was a blur. the whole family was home this week. we (mom, the brothers and i) painted my room (finally) a very nice costa rica blue. dad wasn't too happy about it, but i really like it; it makes my room feel cooler during the day.
nih called me again; my paperwork is still not done. even with a copy of my diploma, i'm still waiting for letters of recommendation (that i asked for in JUNE!). but some of this is my fault; i didn't follow up accordingly. thus, my start date is pushed back yet again. i'm not happy, because i'm poor and my boss is not happy because i know her other fellow already left. it's frustrating.
wednesday, i went up to school to pick up my diploma and see if i could talk to some professors. my diploma is beautiful; it says: bachelors of science biochemistry and molecular biology. nic came by to do lunch and we laughed about how the whole thing could hardly fit on one line. it was good to see nic though and we spent most of the time laughing, mostly about the people that i ran into within the span of 20 minutes: nic's crazy ex-roommate, our biochem lab prof, etc. we laughed the hardest about the boy. since he was up at school, counselor for incoming scholars he was planning on joining us. he told nic that he would be in the chem tutorial center, so we stopped by. we asked at the front desk for him when we didn't see him and this girl was so ghetto and called out, "has anybody seen the boy!" this one guy goes, "he's probably sleep," and his whole table snickers. this other ghetto girl goes, "i know where he be!" nic and i cover our mouths so we don't laugh outloud; the boy seems to have a reputation. the second ghetto girl continued, "he's probably at the gym," she cocked her head and tapped her pen on the desk. nic and i think the same thing: the boy seems to have a fan club too. we sauntered to the gym, but he wasn't there. we gave up because it was too hot to walk around anyways. talking to the boy later, he grilled me about the second ghetto girl. "who was she? what did she look like?" he demanded. i really didn't know, i didn't get a good look at her. funny, funny stuff.
yesterday, the brothers, a couple of church friends of ours and i went to kings dominion. is it possible to get too old for amusement parks? anyways, i'm not a rollercoster person, but i got on the rebel yell... backwards. i was going to go on the volcano, but watching it, i seriously got scared. i remember when i got coerced to go on the tower of terror; i swear, i almost had a heart attack. i wasn't trying to have another one. all in all, it was a good day. they said that it was going to rain, but it didn't by the time we left. unfortunately, we ran into severe thunderstorms on the way back home. i was glad that i wasn't driving.
i also tried not to get on any rides that would cause me to scream; i'm singing tomorrow (two solos) and i have rehersal today. our music director calls me a soloist and i'm like: please don't put that on me. i can sing, yes. i'm a singer, of course. a soloist... i don't know. i think i need more training for that. i am no beyonce.
peace.
[oh... LS has yet to email me back and i know he's back in town... wishful thinking....]
this week was a blur. the whole family was home this week. we (mom, the brothers and i) painted my room (finally) a very nice costa rica blue. dad wasn't too happy about it, but i really like it; it makes my room feel cooler during the day.
nih called me again; my paperwork is still not done. even with a copy of my diploma, i'm still waiting for letters of recommendation (that i asked for in JUNE!). but some of this is my fault; i didn't follow up accordingly. thus, my start date is pushed back yet again. i'm not happy, because i'm poor and my boss is not happy because i know her other fellow already left. it's frustrating.
wednesday, i went up to school to pick up my diploma and see if i could talk to some professors. my diploma is beautiful; it says: bachelors of science biochemistry and molecular biology. nic came by to do lunch and we laughed about how the whole thing could hardly fit on one line. it was good to see nic though and we spent most of the time laughing, mostly about the people that i ran into within the span of 20 minutes: nic's crazy ex-roommate, our biochem lab prof, etc. we laughed the hardest about the boy. since he was up at school, counselor for incoming scholars he was planning on joining us. he told nic that he would be in the chem tutorial center, so we stopped by. we asked at the front desk for him when we didn't see him and this girl was so ghetto and called out, "has anybody seen the boy!" this one guy goes, "he's probably sleep," and his whole table snickers. this other ghetto girl goes, "i know where he be!" nic and i cover our mouths so we don't laugh outloud; the boy seems to have a reputation. the second ghetto girl continued, "he's probably at the gym," she cocked her head and tapped her pen on the desk. nic and i think the same thing: the boy seems to have a fan club too. we sauntered to the gym, but he wasn't there. we gave up because it was too hot to walk around anyways. talking to the boy later, he grilled me about the second ghetto girl. "who was she? what did she look like?" he demanded. i really didn't know, i didn't get a good look at her. funny, funny stuff.
yesterday, the brothers, a couple of church friends of ours and i went to kings dominion. is it possible to get too old for amusement parks? anyways, i'm not a rollercoster person, but i got on the rebel yell... backwards. i was going to go on the volcano, but watching it, i seriously got scared. i remember when i got coerced to go on the tower of terror; i swear, i almost had a heart attack. i wasn't trying to have another one. all in all, it was a good day. they said that it was going to rain, but it didn't by the time we left. unfortunately, we ran into severe thunderstorms on the way back home. i was glad that i wasn't driving.
i also tried not to get on any rides that would cause me to scream; i'm singing tomorrow (two solos) and i have rehersal today. our music director calls me a soloist and i'm like: please don't put that on me. i can sing, yes. i'm a singer, of course. a soloist... i don't know. i think i need more training for that. i am no beyonce.
peace.
[oh... LS has yet to email me back and i know he's back in town... wishful thinking....]
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