I am working 7 hours at my internship today (no projects on the docket as of yesterday, so not sure how I’ll pass the time) and then I am heading home. There are lots of people to see. I have the perfect dress and shoes packed. And it means several nights of (more) peaceful sleep. Despite having treated my room on Monday, I am still waking up to new patches of bites every day. Yesterday it was the back of my neck. Previously its been my right side, my upper legs, and my left arm. Today its just under my right shoulder blade. I am really getting sick of this. Its hard to sleep when you know little things are crawling all over you. I woke up one in junior high screaming because I had this creepy feeling that there were cricket guts all over my room. Long, stringy cricket guts.
Here’s hoping the long reprieve makes the bugs go away.
Also, I need to trim one set of nails (left) and protect new growth on the other (and encourage more growth). Banjo playing leads to the weirdest nail look I’ve had to date.
“Give us cash! I steal from the rich and give to the poor! I’m trying to be a myth; give us cash!” “No, I’m not gonna give you cash.” “Go on, I steal from the rich. Are you rich?” “No, I’m … comfortable.” “That’s no good, I can’t steal from the fairly well off and give to the moderately impoverished! That’s not gonna swing, is it?”
The Crusades were, “We kill you in the name of Jesus!” “Wait, we have Jesus, too! He’s a prophet in our religion! We kill you in the name of Jesus!” “Do you? … Well, we kill you for your dark skin, for Jesus was a white man from Oxford!” “No, he wasn’t! He was from Judea! Dark-skinned man, such as we!” “… Really? Look, we’ve come all this way. Would you mind awfully if we hacked you to bits? Just for the press back home.”
Scrabble was invented by Nazis to piss off kids with dyslexia. This is true, they proved this one. The word dyslexia was invented by Nazis to piss off kids with dyslexia.
But with dogs, we do have “bad dog.” Bad dog exists. “Bad dog! Bad dog! Stole a biscuit, bad dog!” The dog is saying, “Who are you to judge me? You human beings who’ve had genocide, war against people of different creeds, colors, religions, and I stole a biscuit?! Is that a crime? People of the world!”
“Well, if you put it that way, I think you’ve got a point. Have another biscuit, sorry.””
Yes, Yes, I really want a little more Eddie Izzard in my life.
Medical journal update:
Hands still on fire. Did just eat some of the peppers, but did not touch them. Have not touched peppers since last night. However, hands still=fire. Can you get pepper in your bloodstream? If so, I am now a spicy woman. I am hot. I may or may not burn you.
This food catastrophe is at least paying off in puns.
This is my recent:
Yesterday, I rode in a bi-plane. Seriously. Open-air cockpit and everything. It was incredible. Windy and chilly, but a beautiful day and now I can say I’ve ridden in a bi-plane. It was fun to get an aerial view of DeKalb and see what things I could pick out from the sky. Surprisingly, quite a lot.
Today, my landlady is cleaning my carpets and heat-treating my room to hopefully get rid of the bedbugs. I therefore am kicked out of my room, but no coffee shops except Starbucks are open at this point, so I’m doing my homework in the basement. Honestly I’d probably go to Starbucks anyway, except its pretty far in the opposite direction of work, which I have to be at in 1.5 hours, really 2.5 hours, but I’m going to go in a little early, so I can leave a little earlier on Wednesday. And when I said above that I’m doing homework in the basement, I really meant I’m avoiding homework and really need to focus.
I skyped with two of my favourite people yesterday. One is coming here soon and I couldn’t be more excited. The other is in Denmark and after our hour or so conversation, I remembered how much I love Europe and yeah, I’m pretty sure I need to move there ASAP. I love old things. I was made for Europe.
I make a lot of big plans.
I’m going home this weekend, for some R&R and to pick up the millions of things I forgot when I moved out here. I’ve got a list going. I actually might be able to swing coming home on Wednesday. Happy (potential) five day weekend to me. I’ve got plans. And I’m excited about them.
Now, seriously. Homework. Its just hard to do it when its just working ahead stuff. Motivation. I need to remember that everything I do today will make my life infinitely less stressful in six weeks or so.
Also…I cooked with really hot peppers last night and my hand still feel like they are on fire. Anyone know how to get rid of that? Its getting really uncomfortable. And I need to be able to touch near my eyes and stuff.
feel like i’m some kind of frankenstein/waiting for a spark to bring me back to life
but i don’t want to waste my time/waiting for lightning to strike
jeremy. messersmith. guuuuuh.
If Rory does it, it must be a good idea. Maybe not the Dean bit. But at least the pro-con list bit.
Reasons to Quit Grad School and Move to California:
-Cold, fruity cocktails on the beach
-Sunning in my bikini on the beach
-I could learn to surf…maybe
-I love water, especially the ocean
-Elle and Adam
-Elle, Adam, and Alice
-Warm weather. I love warm weather.
-Sun dresses year round
I can think of no cons. This is 100% a pro list. I think my choice is clear.
there are those days when something good wakes you up: the smell of coffee, gentle sunlight, a call from a friend.
then there are those days when you wake up in no particular manner, ready for the day itself to decide what will come your way.
and sometimes there are mornings when a bad dream or a bad reality is your alarm. and you wonder if you could just go back to sleep, and try again.
This is a meeting of two worlds
There is a farmer and a hipster
And they meet and shake hands
My two worlds are not so cordial
My bare feet aren’t allowed in the office
And my heart is in a million places
Ankeny and Ames
And Saint Louis and Denver
But its also by the Kishwaukee “River”
Its in my yellow room in my bed as the morning light streams in
Its in the House where I sit with Annie Dillard
And I wonder when I’ll be in one piece?
Maybe this is the cost of love
Learning to have a traveling heart
Welcome to DeKalb, blood, arteries, and hope
The ISU campanile plays every day at noon. My old poli-econ professor (with whom I was in love) even occasionally played the noon concert. But regardless of who was playing, every day at noon, for about ten minutes, the campanile would ring. Sometimes songs by Lady Gaga, sometimes by someone dead with a more European sounding name.
NIU also has a campanile. Or at least a tall building that has bells that ring in a song sort of way. And it plays every day at 5:17 pm until 5:19 pm. Consistently. A nice little two minute concert for all the staff starting their commute home? Lovely.
This Post’s Theme Song
Thanks to Scott Woods for reminding me of my junior high days listening to the Gin Blossoms. Remember them?!
-My brother told me today that not only is he going on a whirlwind Europe vacation (which is enough already to make me jealous), but he is also probably going to go to a West Ham match! Green green green with envy. I’m basically a green street hooligan from the jealousy. (See what I did there?)