Catching Up
It occurs to me I haven’t made a real post in somewhere north of one and a half weeks. This saddens me; I like to record life. That said, the more I can write tonight the more life I will feel I have down on this silly site I call my own. This past week was ridiculously intense - I could not even keep up with my email, the first time that has ever happened to me. Professors just kept sending information on review sessions, internships, test date changes, review suggestions, suggested media, lab information, reading assignmented, and more. The deluge was unprecedented. (I almost wrote that as “heretofore unprecedented” but that would have been redundant). Yes, Chem, Bio, and Theo all struck within 2 days. Tests, tests, tests. Then, we suddenly went hardcore statistical in Animal Behavior, analyzing our squirrel foraging lab for four straight hours in Excel. Superfun.
This week is over, though, so to recap on the fun things in the past couple of weeks. Mykala’s birthday gifts came: her “The floor is made of lava” bag from toothpastefordinner.com and her iPod mini. The bag is far sturdier and well made than I would have thought, and the iPod is, of course, very lovely. (Plus, today she got these awesome K2 blades - if you’re in the market I would seriously suggest K2 rollerblades for their softboot alone). Also, I have eaten at three great places in this past month: Punch features authentic Neopolitan style pizza (and is close to us on Cleveland Avenue in St. Paul; they’ve won a bunch of Twin Cities magazine awards), P.F. Changs (we were treated by the Clark family - and a wonderful treat it was; great sophisticated-without-stuffy ambience, wonderful take on Chinese-American food), and Buca di Beppo (family style Italian dining, high energy warm atmosphere, great comfort food). The last we were treated to by the Markoe family in celebration of Ryan’s birthday. I’ve had so much free food thrown at me, it’s been fantastic.
I ran out of ink in a pen for the first time in my life this past week. I always lost the pen or gave it away before running out. Interesting.
I was so preoccupied that when I came late from my Bio test to Theo lecture, I entered the classroom one floor below my actual classroom. The entire wrong class stared at me as I strode confidently (for a half pace) into the lecture. I wanted to sink into the floor.
It blows my mind that having strawberries and cream Oatmeal can bring back such vivid memories of camping over five years ago. All of the sudden I was back in the vestibule of the tent reading by lantern late at night, cooking food at the camp stove, around the campfire with three generations of my family, canoeing into the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen. All right there, in packets of food mixed with water. Perhaps we live on the edge of bliss, but let our lives get in the way.
After eating the oatmeal, I entered my floor bathroom with the bowl to clean it, and somebody was sitting in a stall whistling (quite loudly) the song “Cecelia” by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. They continued this action in spite of my presence. Their motivation for this musical action will forever puzzle me.