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soundtrak: nightmares on wax: flip ya lid
if there was one thing that i could change about myself that i couldn’t already change is my face. wait, let me explain. i like the way i look; my face physically is pretty symmetrical and generally pleasing to look at. what i hate are my facial expressions.
i have the kind of face that is rather cartoonish; my expressions are extreme without me even having to try. people always come up to me and automatically tell if i’m happy or sad, depressed or estatic, angry or bored. it’s like people reading your thoughts without asking them too. i wish i could control it somehow and i have tried, but to no avail.
basically, i was having a bad day yesterday. a really bad day. and it seemed like everybody i made eye contact with asked me what was wrong. really, that is not the question that i want to answer at a time like that. and when i try to brush it off, they say, “no, i can tell. it’s written all over your face.” sometimes i wish it wasn’t.
so yeah, bad day yesterday. the relationship between dr. a and i is not getting any better (though can it get any worse?). basically, she’s pissed because i don’t have any data and i don’t really know what to tell her. i come in and i work my ass off and i get no results. that happens in the science world all the time. it has taken me a long time to overcome the fact that sometimes things don’t work, so it doesn’t help that her mode of encouragement is, “work harder.” *sigh*. i think it’s working today, my experiment that is. and that’s all i want to say about that.
i’m still waiting for my articles for the retake; it’s memorial day, it’s summer and everybody wants to relax, thus i haven’t heard back about them.
anyways, more later.
peace.



