because Eeyore was always sad in the “Does it Float?” book we read last night. He lost his lucky rock in the river. Everyone else’s stuff floated and got back to their respective owners. Poor Eeyore.
I suppose I really shouldn’t be tumblring as I’m working in the office, but they’re at a board meeting and all my work is done and I’m merely waiting/dying for them to give me more work (but they can’t since they’re at a meeting). So instead what I have left is to play 1) minesweeper, 2) facebook, 3) tumblr, and 4) think. Steps 2-4 are all interchangeable. I’m quite frustrated with Step 1 at the moment because I get so close and then get impatient and mess up. I think that’s what makes minesweeper challenging.
Challenging for the impatient ones.
I’m really thankful for this job really. It’s good pay, I work with my aunt, my co-workers are really really nice, and it’s really relaxed. There’s a lot of thinking time. Too much thinking time. Where I think I was where I was 4 months ago and thought about my priorities and what I wanted in life.
I suppose it’s due to my aunt’s recent divorce, and independence… and her desire to fly all over the world- adopt a dog, a child… etc. I suppose this superwoman-ness that I always wanted stemmed from her loneliness… but at the same time it’s something I always wanted.
Or am I deluding myself because I’ve expected to be lonely forever so it never really mattered? I’m not sure. Tim asked me why I was doing Biochemistry. I told him, well I wasn’t exactly sure. My automatic reply to people is “med school,” since I honestly am not sure, and because it’s the one that requires the most work (that I love to do) it’s what I’m preparing myself for. Everything else just settles down underneath, and so long as I stick to the pre-med path, I’m pretty much set for any other prerequisite in almost all health professions.
I suddenly feel like the Africans. My imperialists (college) come and strip me of my land, wealth, and freedom (dreams & ambition to go to med school), instead instilling with me their religion (of doubt).
Regardless I’m feeling that hermit-like urge again. Where I feel like leaving without notice. Everything behind as I’m on this destructive ambitious goal to get everything I’ve dreamed of that’s worth wanting.
Come at me, med school. I’m more interested in what I have to do for you, than you, anyway.
I dreamt last night that my hair was honestly a beautiful green yard. And that I had to get another haircut for some reason, and the representation of my haircut was a lawnmower going across that beautiful green and cutting it shorter…
And then someone said, “oh no! Fungal infection in the scalp!”
To which the person that was moving the lawn promptly removed a weed that was in his path.
Crisis averted.
And that was that.
Thank God that was a dream, I don’t know how I would feel if there was an actual fungal infection in my scalp.
I checked out a Wii game called Trauma Team and I’m super excited to play it with my mom and anyone who would want to play it with me! I’ll probably suck, but who cares?! Bring on medical simulations!
HIT ME UP. AND COME TO MY HOUSE. KEEP ME COMPANY IN A LAND OF NO INTERNET.
With much love,
from the library cubby temporary resident.
I am so lazy. Going to the library seems like too much of a hassle.
Alen: [explaining how protagonist on Teen wolf turns into a werewolf]
Erin: … So he turns into… A waffle?
Alen: … [ignores comment and continues]
Erin: … He healed?
Alen: Yah. He got bit by a wolf and he next day he was all healed.
Erin: [nods] so then he’s a waffle?
Alen: A waffle?
Me: I think she means werewolf.
Omg. (Taken with Instagram at Dog days of new york)
I want one. English bulldog puppies. Lovable, cuddly, and lazy in a decent-sized package of fat rolls and fur.
I think this is first time I’ve ever celebrated my birthday when absolutely no one of my family is around to celebrate it. It makes me feel utterly alone in an immature child-like way and I feel myself slowly want to regress to years where there was nobody but me and my parents, and nobody to play with but my sister.
But Erin didn’t exist back then, so maybe not.
I see no reason why two chicks can’t get married. Goddamn laws.
…These are ducklings.
