To Dew, Or Not To Dew

So Im thinking my caffeine resolve needs to end. I was sitting in my o chem. Lecture last night, and I was dying. It’s a night class, sort of, from 4 to 530 pm. It’s only held twice a week, but it’s an hour and a half long because of it, so we fly through the material, and at night my brain shuts off. I also had my Genetics section and lecture that day, and my o chem. Section right before the lecture, not to mention work in between, so my head was pounding. Then I thought, "hey you, how did I make it through night classes before?" Vanilla Coke; that’s how. My first night class was an English one. I loved that class, but I would always need a pick up before class or during, and since they lack pepsi machines at the U, I would get Vanilla Coke or that Coke One stuff—both of which are really good by the way. The same went for my History of Ceramics class. I think both were at 6. Physiology was a 2 hour class that went from 7-9, so I needed more potent stuff, but I think Coke will be fine for my needs here. It’s become one of my study aides, along with peanut m&m’s for test studying.

What’s weird is that when I give up caffeine I forget what Mountain Dew tastes like, which is what I’m always hooked on, and yet I crave a Coke whenever I see one, and even though I never drink it that much, I can totally taste it just thinking about it. It makes me wonder if they ever took out the cocaine in the first place. So yeah, that’s what I was craving like the Dickens the whole class.

Visiting the Point of Exhaustion.

Saturday we celebrated my birthday. "We" being me, Frogkisser, Pinkie, Duckling, Socially Retarded-Boy, WJJ and Joshuar. The whole thing started at the game store at 6:30 pm. Rather, at 6:40 when I got to the game store. Mainly because I wanted to make eclairs for my work potluck the next day, and even though I could make them in my sleep, it took a while to locate all of the materials with which to make them--and I couldn't just leave them baking in the oven. Then I had to pick up WJ, which I found out just as I was driving past his house. He was carrying around this 2 liter of Sprite with him everywhere. I asked him if he was thirsty, and he told me that if he could no longer have soda on airplanes he was going to make the best of it by having it everywhere else that he still could. Clasically WJ; "those poor slow children...at least they can still play." So then it was just me and WJJ in my tin can of a car without AC driving down the freeway with the windows down--which created a wind tunnel affect. A very interesting experience I must say. Amidst our many conversations he informed me that he wanted a wench on the back of his car (it's a type of hitch apparently).

At the game store we ended up playing two games, neither of which I remember the names. What were the names FK? One was a card game, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. I guess it's the only game they had that more than 6 could play at, and we were 7. It's always amusing to see WJ lose at games due to his strategery. There were a lot of numbers, no turns (we all played simultaneously), and points were penalties, which capped off at 75, thereby causing the game to end. I got second, Pinkie took it all if I remember correctly, and I think Joshuar was the Ultimate Loser. Or The second Ultimate Loser next to WJ. And Dave gave me the best back massage. The second game had a dragon card, paths cards that were defined as the game went on, and dragon pieces that moved along them as you tried to not send yourself off the board. First thing I sent Pinkie off the board, without any idea of what I was doing. I ultimately won, as all but two of us crashed into one another, and I held out against Joshuar and let him kill himself. Good times. Actually, the only board game I haven't won there was Niagara.

Then we went to the Spaghetti Factory at Trolley Square. It's been a while since I've been to the Spag Fac, so I was excited. I got the Chicken Parmagiana with spaghetti, creamy pesto on my salad, and a raspberry Italian cream soda. Predictable, but that's why I go there. As always, I got full on the salad and the bread, so I only ate one bite of my food--which I only did so as to not look like I didn't eat anything. Then because it was my birthday they brought me out something that looked like fried icecream, with something crispy on the outside, but it tasted like Heath or something. With that I had my spumoni, so I ate entirely too much icecream.

By the time I got home it was pretty late, and then I still had to finish making eclairs at my parents' house, as I had neither the ingredients or the means to make them at my house. I really only had to fill them, which can be messy and time consuming, and I ended up making two more batches for good measure. As a result I have quite a few left over eclairs, but thankfully I didn't have any left over filling. I swear, you make one batch of the filling and you have to make 4 batches of the eclairs to use it all. Let me know if there are any takers. I think I'll be in the So Jo end of the valley on Tuesday, which is tomorrow.

Finally I was back in Salt Lake, and it was already past 1 in the morning. I got to work at about 2, and was pretty tired by the end of the day, but I stayed at work till 3. Part of that was that I stayed till noon to hit the potluck, then ended up staying just so I could put a dent in the list of pipettes I need to calibrate this quarter (all the computers are in use on the week days, so times are limited for me to do that). Then I went home and basically passed out, but woke up at 7 pm or so to do some much needed laundry and studying. All in all, this is the first time I've been well rested in a couple of weeks. And to top it off, today is my Friday, so I'm very excited. I would be more so if I didn't have classes to go to in 15 minutes. I have 2 lectures today and 2 sections.

I get this weird warmth tingle in my leg when I don't sleep.

So far this has been the most exhausting week ever. School officially started, and after two lectures Genetics has me officially stressed out. I need to get in some serious study time this next week, because we have these lecturely quizzes we only get thirty seconds to take. By the way, I didn't do so well on the first one. This course might make my head explode.

Then yesterday I went to the zoo with my 3 year old nieces and nephew. It was a lot of fun, but entirely exhausting. That's where my work had it's summer picnic this year--at the zoo. I wasn't happy because I could only get a ticket for one other person, and after 5 everyone not from ACME Labs got kicked out. Three of my sisters were also there, though obviously only one had an after hours pass and special meal ticket from ACME Labs, as I did. But the whole experience was pretty amusing, because first thing we walk past the monkeys and one of my neices gets really excited, and pointing to it yells, "Look! Elephants!" to which my other neice joins in. My sister then corrected them and they started yelling "Monkeys!" instead. Then we got to the elephants and suddenly it was, "Look! Tigers!" I laughed pretty hard. But after 3 hours with 3 three year olds, and little sleep the night before...well, me and my little sis stayed only long enough, after it closed to the public, to eat the food.

The next stage in the adventure of yesterday started when I dropped her off at my parents' house, and I discovered my alternator belt had snapped off of my engine. It took me 3 different stores to find one that fit my car. I was rather annoyed. My dad then put it on and I was on my way, but the whole process took a while, and by that time I barely reached home before I passed out on my bed. Except then my roommate woke me up and I talked to her for a while, then went back to bed.

Today I'll be going to the game store with a group of friends, and I think the Spag Fac. It is my birthday week after all...sort of. I also need to make eclairs tonight for my potluck tomorrow. I can't wait till it's next week, which will be busy, but not as much. Work today hasn't been too bad, being the weekend and all. I've been completely done for a couple of hours now, so I've had a lot of time to study Genetics at work, although not nearly as much as I'd like. I'll have a lot more to do tomorrow--I know, not good on the sabbath--but if I don't do it then I'll just worry about it not being done and I hate being stressed out on a Sunday. I need a nap.

"I believe the children are our future...unless we stop them now."

Yesterday was the first day of school. I'm torn between emotions right now. On the one hand I'm surprised to find that I did miss school. I know that between Genetics and O Chem I'm likely to have a lot less hair by the end of the semester, but I'm excited to learn from both. And for some reason I've always liked homework, so as long as I find the time to do it, I'll be good. On the other hand, Salt Lake can be a lonely place. I know hardly anyone down here, and those I do are rarely around. Both of my roommates have boyfriends, so I really can't count much on them. I can always come home every other Tuesday I guess, and I do know a few other people, but it's still going to take getting used to. On my on weeks so far I come home and hide in my room, because I seldom make plans on days I work, and I feel weird just chilling around anyone at my house. Oh, the loser that I have lately become. I need to find more hobbies.

However, on a brighter note...It turns out that one of my roommates is in my Genetics class, and the other is in my Chemistry class/lab. Of my two classes, I'm already starting out with someone in there that I know...Sort of. And it'll be nice to have someone to study with conveniently placed in the very same vicinity as myself.

I guess Mondays will be taken up by league starting in a few weeks, and I definitely need to start going to the gym daily, so that should help. School of course will take up the greater portion of my life, and work. I'm also taking an institute course with a good work friend of mine, and it sounds really cool, so I'm excited. The Gospel and Early Christianity. I'm actually going to it for the first time in about 20 minutes.

The Today Post

So it's only 4:30 in the morning, and today already sucks. For starters, I'm back at work and some sort of problem occurred with my instrument, which is now causing it to beep at least every 10 seconds. It's loud, nerve-racking, almost panic-inducing, and I just want to kick it every time it happens. I guess it's not recognizing the allergen caps it's dropping, so at this point I don't know if my run is even salvageable, but I have to wait it out just in case. Thank goodness it's only Tuesday and our sample load is small. However, I have no idea how they're going to fix this, so it might effect the rest of the week as well, and if this continues to happen when we're busy I will kick the thing. All of this is super, considering school starts tomorrow.

I also found out that of all the people who applied to become my new supervisor, the one person in the world I didn't want to get it, got it. He used to work in my old section, and he wasn't mean or anything, but he was anal about people not getting overtime, ate all the deserts at company parties before anyone else got a chance to get any, and most annoyingly would stick his nose into places where it didn't belong. Basically he would check other peoples' time hours on the time clock (which he had no authority to do, and which happens to be quite a breech in privacy at that), and then would get after them for it, even though we were short staffed at the time which begs to ask, "what else could we do?" But yeah, my school schedule is always messed up, so he's going to freak out on me, I'm pretty sure. I hope I finish that stupid pinata in time for my birthday.

On top of all of this, I'm tired and I just want to go home and take a nap. It makes it worse that I can't even go on a break in case my stupid machine breaks, so instead I have to stay here and listen to it beep.

The Yesterday Post

I've noticed lately that I'm very good at starting out posts with, "so yesterday..." This is regardless of if something happened today. I always seem to get behind. It's why I could never stand to keep a journal. I hate writing if something hasn't happened, and when it does I'm too busy to write. So instead I try to think back on events, and my memory is not so much good, so you can imagine how well that turns out.

Anyway. Yesterday I took my nieces to the fair. I also went to the library, but that wasn't very exciting. And I went to the gym, but again, old news--though I am rather proud of myself for making myself run past the point I usually want to stop at, which is not that far from the point when I start running...But back to the fair. My nieces are barely 3, and they're tiny, which might have something to do with them being twins, but I think there's a very good chance that after this experience they now harbor fears of sheep. We were walking past the animals and all of the sudden this huge sheep just sticks its head out and bleats at the top of its lungs. My little niece jumped soooo high, and then hid behind her mom. Her sister then looked back to see where the loud noise came from, and the sheep just ahead of her did the same thing. They were both rather startled and were not all that excited to stay in the large animal area. The rabbits and fowls were much more pleasant. Whenever I see chickens with huge head feathers I think of my little sis, and especially the chicken in our West Valley neighborhood with the feathers that looked like dreadlocks, and said sister making us stop the car to look at the thing whenever it randomly appeared. It always makes me wonder, looking at the artwork and stuff, at how exactly they grade that stuff. Do they do it by age? A lot of it, especially ceramic works, makes me think, "They won a ribbon for that?" My dad thinks they give ribbons to all who enter, mainly because for Young Womens a few years ago my sister had to paint a ceramic squirrel with a pot on its head, and she got a ribbon for it. She didn't so much spend any time on the thing, so it was bright pink, but had black dripping down from the pot, and basically he reasoned that if she got a ribbon for that, they all must have. Or possibly that they thought she was handicapped. Anyway, at the vegetable portion my older sister and I noticed the tiniest tomato I've ever seen on the "large wares" table. It looked lonely, surrounded by all the huge stuff. So essentially that was the fair. Snow cones there were a rip off, so we ended up going and getting slurpees instead.

That same day I finally put in the order for the Big Ol' D shirts. What a relief.

...drink. Drink until only the dregs remain.

Yesterday I went to the tea cottage again. I'm becoming quite the regular, but I think this was the last time in a while. I just keep finding people I know who want to go. This time I went with Duckling and my sis. We then proceeded to watch 5 hours of the best version of Pride and Prejudice; the Collin Firth version. Man I love the BBC sometimes. The whole experience was rather interesting. First thing Duckling and my sister were in the costume corner, and before I knew it we were all wearing hats and scarves, to my sister's extreme insistence. Then I had a bit of trouble with the lemon squeezer, and managed to launch it into exploding peppermint tea all over myself. It was hot, then awkward. I felt pretty stupid, but only briefly; Others were amused after all, and who am I to damper amusement?

So the lady there asked me what my opinions were on everything there, having been there often enough to observe many differences. I told her I liked it when they had cucumbers in the water the first time we went, and that I love the apple/cream cheese sandwiches, which aren't always there. I also bought an ounce of herbal peppermint tea as a fix until I go there next, and the cutest little diffuser. It's a miniature silver tea pot, with holes in the sides of course--to keep the tea leaves inside, while letting the flavor seep out with the water--and a little tray to sit it on after pulled out by the chain on top. I'm drinking it now. I think the only way to keep the leaves completely out is by using a tea bag, but they all stay at the bottom anyway. I can't help but think Harry Potter. They're not exactly dregs, but I'm looking at the pattern in the bottom of my empty cup, and I'm seeing a prancing tiger. Or maybe a satellite dish. Huh.

Pukish green...The color of my eyes.

So it's 11:30 on a Friday afternoon, and I'm bored at work; what else is new? I think I need to go ask my boss if he has any paperwork I can do, but I really don't want to do paperwork, even if only for a half an hour. I could always do Leon's work, but then he would have nothing to do at night, and that would be mean. I had a bit of an experience at work this week that left me embittered; however, it's with someone on my off week, so I don't have to deal with them often. And ultimately I don't so much care. Other people are angry for me; I'm just wary. I don't think it was malicious, just selfish...So because it wasn't personal I can look past it. To balance things out though, it turns out Leon is an awesome co-worker. He's a mix between the last two people I worked with, in the best ways. Very hard working, but easy going.

Thankfully I get one more week of leisure before school starts. I realized that while I have my birthday off, and my family is going camping that weekend, I might have school then. I'm trying to switch my O Chem lab to another day, because there is an awesome institute class that conflicts with it I want to take with my friend Sheidi. Also, it's pushing it to be leaving work that early on a Thursday (our busiest day, and also the day Leon has to do Histamines, leaving me on the Allergen bench alone), and for that long. I hate 4 hour labs. My ADD kicks in at around a half an hour of standing there, so I'm not looking forward to it. I would, however, like to take it with my roommate, and that's when she's doing it. I guess you have to have a lab partner, and I think it would be easier if for once I knew my lab partner. We'll see what happens. I'm still deciding whether I should take Genetics this semester. Technically I shouldn't be stressing myself out with it when I have a whole other semester with no classes to take, which will be the case if I get rid of Genetics now. And I've heard it's a beast. Then again, I'm down here (up here?) in Salt Lake with not much to do as of yet, as most of the people I'm acquainted with live elsewhere, and I'm within a block of campus. I'll probably be really bored on my off weeks, so what better time to do this? Even with gaps in classes I can run home and chill. And then maybe I can switch my work schedule to 5/8's if I have no classes next semester. Then again, what fun will Fun Week 2007 be if I don't have school looming over my head?

Paperwork here I come. Or perhaps pipette tips. I've given up trying to calibrate this son of a 8 channel pipette I got back from Bioengineering, but there's always next week. This week I will be back at home, if I can get stand to move all the stuff I need for a week at home out of my new house and back again when the time comes.

Because I'm a Moron.

Duckling, you're not alone.

Yesterday was possibly the longest day of my life. First of all, I'm an idiot, and I woke up at 6:30 in the morning. It's good I live 5 minutes from work, but showing up 3 hours late for work...Not so good. Then when I got to work, I locked my keys in my car. I know, you're all shocked. Actually there's probably a money pool betwixt those I know to see how long it would take for that very occurrence to occur, so if you had August 10th, 6:46 am, you won. About a week after driving the thing, the inevitable finally happened. Anticipating this very moment, I went out first thing and had 4 spare keys made. Unfortunately my foresight did not extend to putting the keys in their assigned places, so they're all at my house in So Jo, sitting in a bag in my room. One should be replacing the old key I have here at work, in my friend's drawer--since I don't trust it not to get lost in my own drawer--but I didn't have it yesterday. What I did have was a hanger. Now my car is the picture perfect image of something to be jimmied. But I don't know how to jimmy, so I just stuck the hanger in the crack through the window, as an extension of my arm, to try and unlock the door as I would with my natural arm. It worked with my old car, but not with my new older car. It's actually a good thing the window was cracked--thank goodness for no AC at moments like these. At this point I thought, "if only it was cracked more, then I could just stick my arm in and grab my keys." They were sitting right there on the seat, next to my pop tart. It was like an invitation to break into my car, right there. Of course, you don't need a key to drive my car, just to lock it, so nothing much would be accomplished...Unless the would-be-thief liked pop tarts. I of course only attempted to unlock my car at the end of the work day, so was in essence depending upon the very appearance of my car to deter criminals. Nobody owning such a marvelously crappy car could possibly own anything valuable to put in it. Anyway, with that genius thought it hit me to use the hanger extension of my arm as a hook to pick up my keys, and the crack in the window was big enough to fit them out. This took 5 seconds, as opposed to the 10 minutes I spent trying to unlock it. Genius at it's best ladies and gentlemen, and if you don't know me well, I was employing sarcasm.

I also yesterday dropped sample racks, which shattered in a lego-like fashion (because they're designed like legos in that each plastic test tube holder potentially hooks onto 4 others), then spilled a sample of serum, and finally left my money at home--which didn't turn out so badly since I just ate pot roast my good friend Sheidi made, and cake she brought for Reginald's departure. But mostly it sucked. Finally the work day ended though, and I spent my first day this week (at my SL pad) that I didn't have to waste gas and drive home So Jo (The day before last I left my parking pass in my parent's car, so I had to drive home to get it). I decided to stay up here this week to save gas--thus far it hasn't worked. I almost had to have my dad bring me my spare, and wasting his gas isn't much different from wasting my own, so luckily it didn't resort to that. Instead I stayed in my room, ate the best meat loaf eve--with some excellent mashed potatoes and green beans--then retired to bed fairly early.

Mission Acheived.

It took me a while yesterday to realize that I had to work today. So much that I didn't go to bed. Strangely I actually missed work this past week, though I felt sadder once I realized that Traves wouldn't be there. Now I think I'm okay with it. Leon's a good guy, and I have other work people I love enough to make it worthwhile. Ultimately, I think it's a good thing for everyone.

This morning, as usual (at least for the past week), I went to the gym. I guess it was yesterday morning, but when you don't go to bed it screws up time frames. I had wanted to play tennis beforehand, but that was not possible. Then I managed to fritter away the time until 1 pm or so, when Duckling and I went out to eat with my sis. Only she didn't want to go with us immediately for lack of hunger, and thus got bogged down with clients and hair cuts that only ended 2 hours later. I felt irritable that my day had been so easily wasted, even though it didn't inconvenience me too badly. In that time all I had to occupy myself with were magazines, which I can't honestly read, so instead just browse. So after an hour and a half of reading about the lives of people I don't know and thus could care less about, I got very very very bored and frustrated. My dad came in at that time, I guess to show my sister a friendly face, since she was working there alone as usual. He left almost immediately, saying to my sister "I guess you don't need me here, you have Miss Ornery Pants." That's me to a T. Anyway, Duckling and I ended up going to the library twice in that time, making that my third trip that day. Once for my holds, once for her holds, and another one for good measure when I decided I needed something of sustenance to read. I got Emma. It's sad that I'm minoring in English Literature, I love Austen, and I've never read Emma till now. I've meant to for a while, but it keeps getting pushed down on my list of things to do. Finally we ate, at Sconecutters. I needed serious sugar, and my sister paid for it as an apology to our wait. On our way out we were almost blown away by the incredible wind/almost rain storm. Wow that was forceful stuff.

At this point Duckling and I went to look at a t-shirt making place to see if they screen print t's and to check out prices. I finally finished the Big Ol' D design and saved it on the shirt I wanted, on the website I'm getting them from. I thought I'd check around first before finalizing though. But it looks like my original idea was best, so as soon as I get money from the parties that requested one (Frogkisser), I can order them. I also finished the Little Help League shirt design, so all I need is to find the shirts I want to put them on. I want a light blue, but the place I was counting on having them only had huge sizes. Does anyone else know where to buy blank t-shirts? It was a pretty productive week actually. I finally got around to returning the two pairs of shoes I needed to, and made the dog ears finally for Operation Clark In A Wagon. Now we need to decide when to execute said mission, which might be nice to wait for till Fun Week 2006. Though they might not have wagons for sale at that time, and that's a crucial part of our plan.

In other news, Thursday my League team won both of our games and moved onto the Championship game. We've never played better, and though we ultimately lost the final, the whole thing felt great. Although I did tweek my back quite badly--because the Purple team is a bunch of vicious trollips. I don't think anyone on our team was not injured by them come the end of the game. Also, as of today the vast majority of my stuff is in Salt Lake. After going to the library yet again--this time to drop off stuff that will be due next week--I ended up moving all my stuff to my house this morning at midnight; luckily my roommate works later in the day and so is up incredibly late--meaning I did not wake anybody. But I felt a little sheepish, especially when I left an hour later to go to work. My room is looking quite homey, but I realized that neither of the two outlets had three prongs, which will make plugging in my computer and my extension chord not possible. Stupid old house. It looks like I'll have to get some extension chords that switch from double prongs to three.

Concentration, or my lack thereof.

It's Fast Sunday and I'm dying. I have about an hour till church, so I should be getting ready, but I have a hard time focusing on action when I'm so hungry. I actually have a better time thinking of all the things I need to do, but the follow through part is hard. A complete lack of energy, but increased mental stamina...hmmnnnn. Quite the switch-off. But I love how Fast Sundays make me think. When I'm not thinking about food the most marvelous thoughts go through my head; but I do like food. Days like this make me realize that my temporal wants are not always necessary--at least not immediately--and that my focus should be on the more important things. Thus when I deprive myself of something I want, I realize just how selfish I usually am, and my thoughts become more focused on things other than myself. It's too bad that after I eat today I will stop appreciating things like I am now. The food I have will be forgotten the second I'm no longer hungry, and then there are the other things I'm blessed with: the roof over my head, the gorgeous day outside, my family's presence... I'll still appreciate them, but they won't be as visible to my mind. I did take the time this glorious morning to read the Ensign for the first time in who knows how long. President Hinkley is an incredibly smart man, not to mention inspiring. I want that kind of faith some day. For now I'll just keep working on it, whilst my stomach slowly digests itself.

I think part of the problem is that ever since I decided I need to start running again, and get some use out of the two year gym pass I paid for, I've been a lot more hungry. I wonder if I'll get any healthier, because I have no moderational skills at all when it comes to certain foods, and I have a hard time depriving myself of things like chocolate. I did kick, or am in the process of kicking, my Mountain Dew habit--it's been two weeks since my last intake. I really am much more healthy when I'm not drinking carbonation, and giving up caffeine pretty much stems the flow of how much carbonation I drink. So that's the next thing I'll give up, though for now I'm just limiting how much I drink. I'm actually quite proud of myself. I was on a date Friday, and he was drinking Mountain Dew, and I totally overcame the desire to steal it while he wasn't looking. And also to decline his joking offer to buy me some later while miniature golfing. Actually, at those two moments, I totally forgot the taste of it, which made my job much easier. This is how it was when I gave it up the first time, about 9 years ago, which lasted 7 years. I thought it would be impossible to kick my habit a second time, but I'm pleasantly surprised with this turn of events. Anyway, as good as that all is, I'm still adjusting to running on a regular basis again. Distance has never been my thing, but I'm determined to like it one day. My first day back running actually felt good, but since then my legs have been incredibly sore, and when I'm tired I have a hard time getting myself mentally where it needs to be to be able to make myself do anything. Mentality really is important when running. I have been able to do better with my ipod nano though. I have something to focus on that I enjoy, and then I pay less attention to how uncomfortable I feel. My little wonder. But it doesn't work every time. And therefore I have yet another thing to work on.

A day like any other day.

Thursday. A nice day by all accounts. Unfortunately I left my cleats at my new house, so I have to go get them, but I can't stay there tonight because my fam left for Wyoming this morning and I have to make sure to let the animals out at night and in the morning. I guess my other roommate is going into work this morning, which she only does often enough to keep her job at the hospital, so she'll be staying there tonight. The plan is to hang out with both of my roommates after my League Tournament today, which won't be till 9 or so.

As of right now, if I'm going to my new place, I can't justify it without bringing boxes of stuff as well. Which means I need to pack some stuff this morning, but really quickly because I have to be back by 3 to help my older sister make Thank You cards for my younger sister's wedding. Bah. Then I have to leave by 5. Today's already moving too fast for my comfort. Plus I'm still really sore from working out for the first time in months on Tuesday. Yesterday was much worse, so at least it's not so bad today. I actually kind of like the feeling of having all your muscles sore when you're out of shape and then you work out, but I played tennis, ran 3 miles, then did all sorts of leg weights. That was probably too much, because I've never been so sore before. Oh well. But yesterday I had trouble running even 2 miles, and tennis that morning wasn't overcast like the day before, so we only played for an hour and were still exhausted. Today I will forgo the gym, as I will be working out later today.

I did get to go to Graywhale yesterday, which is an excellent place. I ended up getting their little card thingie, because I know I'll be buying a lot of music there. They have a great Indie section. I also got a David Bowie poster, with him looking his best. I really like that store. Later that night Duckling and I watched "Meet Me In St. Louis" which is such a funny show, and one I haven't seen for years. This is why I did not go to bed until after midnight, and why I just woke up at 11 am.

Fish trapped in too small fish bowls.

I'm a little befuddled right now. I'm not really sure what's going on, or how to fix problems that have arisen, but here I am sitting at my computer in a highly calm state. But even though I'm calm, something's not right. It doesn't feel right anyway.

Packing is still an on-going endeavor. I can't seem to finish it, or even make it look like I was productive, because I'm not sure where to start. Also, while I'm excited for the new opportunities that are sure to be present in my new abode, I'm really sad to be leaving my present one. I know it's not a good thing to get too comfortable in situations, if it keeps you from wanting to try new ones, but I have a good life, with good friends, and good family. I can't really get rid of the family part (believe me, I know), but I'm worried about the friends thing. I have discovered that I know more people in Salt Lake than I thought I did, and I think they'll be a lot of fun to hang out with on a regular basis, but I'm hesitant because I do not want to lose any of the friends I've had for so long and value so much. Distance really does suck, even if it's not all that far. I just want to hang out with people I won't be able to see very often, and I'm slightly frustrated now because it seems like it's too hard of an endeavor to accomplish lately. I guess it would be easier if I was the hermit I once was, but now I'm accustomed to more. So basically everyone's busy or not in the mood to hang out, and it worries me because if it's so hard to do stuff when I'm around, who's going to take the extra effort when it's no longer convenient?

Oh well, what can you do? I can't expect people to want to hang out with me all the time, as won't be the case in Salt Lake, which might be a good thing once school starts. I guess I should hone my other skills I've been ignoring lately. I just realized that I won't have the time to throw when I'm at my new place, or the capabilities to do so actually, so maybe that's how I'll spend tonight. It's just frustrating the effort that goes into it, and the pot I threw the other day broke when my dad decided to put a box on top of it. Gggrrrrrr... Man I need some money. Then I could strap a stupid motor on the thing. And maybe buy a new car. Today was not all that hot, so I felt okay not having ac in my current mode of transportation, but I have a feeling that will change as time goes on. Regardless, I love driving Eve. She's such a good car. Her stereo is better than mine, which I think I mentioned..when it decides to work. And she handles better than my car. So much easier to shift and drive. I might actually start to like driving again, which actually I don't think I minded back in the day. It's weird to think that she was my first car, and she's totally still running. My niece inherited her when I got a new car, which was distressing considering she was always my back up plan, so it's fortunate she lost her driving privileges just in time for me to benefit from the situation.