soundtrak: van hunt: hold my hand
finally, the end of the semester. for at least three weeks, i won't have to think too hard (i mean, i still have lab). i can relax and watch a movie or something. read a daggone book.
new radio.blog up. i love fertile ground; i remember when ash and i used to jam to this record while studying chemistry. the good old innocent days. i love common too. everything else is just a mix of what's caught my ear in my library.
work is going well. i'm really starting to get into it. my only problem, is seems, is waking up on time to get there. i just got a parking pass today, so i have been taking the bus (still even though i despise it). this morning i ran out of the house with just enough time to catch the 740 bus (which would get me to campus around 830), but just as i ran to the stop, i realized i left my badge at home. i decided that it would be better to be late than going through the hassle of security (and trust me, it's a hassle). but i couldn't leave because i would have to pay $4 to get my car out of the garage and by the time i would get back, all the parking would be gone. so i called dad, who brought over my ID and i ended up taking the train just to catch the other 800 bus, that gets to campus much faster, to get to campus by 830. you know, i'm not liking these adventures in public transportation; it makes sense in the city, not the suburbs. good riddance. i'm driving in tomorrow.
christmas is less than a week away and i haven't gone shopping yet. i don't know if it's procrastination, but i wait until the end of the semester before i venture out. this year... just screw it. everybody is getting visa giftcards. i don't have time for this. i have no idea what i'm getting for christmas only because i didn't ask for anything. i just hope i don't get clothes. i know i don't like clothes shopping, but there are so many other people out there that would appreciate them better than me. i guess i'm at the point where alot of the things i want, i can get on my own.
sometimes i don't know what's wrong with me. today, dr. a was practically giving me time off for the holidays (even though i just started a week ago), but i declined. i mean, why do i always do that? really... it's just going to be dr. a and i, working away. ugh.. i've been lazying away for 8 months anyways... i guess i should work.
just i finish typing this entry, my nose starts to run. i run a finger under my nose to stop the flow and all of a sudden my hand is covered in blood. i've been having muscosal problems recently (let not get into it, cos it's ugly), i guess because of the dry air/heat. all because it's so daggone cold outside. either that or a brain tumor. i hope it's not a brain tumor.
peace.
finally, the end of the semester. for at least three weeks, i won't have to think too hard (i mean, i still have lab). i can relax and watch a movie or something. read a daggone book.
new radio.blog up. i love fertile ground; i remember when ash and i used to jam to this record while studying chemistry. the good old innocent days. i love common too. everything else is just a mix of what's caught my ear in my library.
work is going well. i'm really starting to get into it. my only problem, is seems, is waking up on time to get there. i just got a parking pass today, so i have been taking the bus (still even though i despise it). this morning i ran out of the house with just enough time to catch the 740 bus (which would get me to campus around 830), but just as i ran to the stop, i realized i left my badge at home. i decided that it would be better to be late than going through the hassle of security (and trust me, it's a hassle). but i couldn't leave because i would have to pay $4 to get my car out of the garage and by the time i would get back, all the parking would be gone. so i called dad, who brought over my ID and i ended up taking the train just to catch the other 800 bus, that gets to campus much faster, to get to campus by 830. you know, i'm not liking these adventures in public transportation; it makes sense in the city, not the suburbs. good riddance. i'm driving in tomorrow.
christmas is less than a week away and i haven't gone shopping yet. i don't know if it's procrastination, but i wait until the end of the semester before i venture out. this year... just screw it. everybody is getting visa giftcards. i don't have time for this. i have no idea what i'm getting for christmas only because i didn't ask for anything. i just hope i don't get clothes. i know i don't like clothes shopping, but there are so many other people out there that would appreciate them better than me. i guess i'm at the point where alot of the things i want, i can get on my own.
sometimes i don't know what's wrong with me. today, dr. a was practically giving me time off for the holidays (even though i just started a week ago), but i declined. i mean, why do i always do that? really... it's just going to be dr. a and i, working away. ugh.. i've been lazying away for 8 months anyways... i guess i should work.
just i finish typing this entry, my nose starts to run. i run a finger under my nose to stop the flow and all of a sudden my hand is covered in blood. i've been having muscosal problems recently (let not get into it, cos it's ugly), i guess because of the dry air/heat. all because it's so daggone cold outside. either that or a brain tumor. i hope it's not a brain tumor.
peace.
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