let’s just say things aren’t going so well at the moment
but they’ll get better
I have been mind-numbingly busy as of late. It’s what I thirst for. It’s gotten to the point where I can start to see how people can actually use PDAs and have a true use for secretaries. But I think I’ve finally gotten to the level of not-sitting around that I want. But I want it to be because of different things.
Instead of working for OIT for 12 hours a week, I want to be working in a professor’s lab for 10 hours a week. So I’ve started the process of finding professors who will take me in their lab next year. So far there I have one rejection, and one…half rejection, which is one of those come back in three week deals. But I’m working on it.
I’ve been running around getting the signatures for my Mexico trip to be a complete go. Let’s just say my legs have now become the sexiest part of my body, surpassing my incredible wrists.
It’s everywhere. The innuendo, the longer looks, the more skin being shown, and little bit of sweat. Perhaps it’s not in that order, but it’s spring time, and it’s a great time to be young. It’s a silly time.
Anyway, I like how everything is relative in life. For example, Jane may be the shyest person James knows. But Jane may know someone even more shy. I like that idea, of people having extremes, and then people having extreme extremes.
So that leads me to my story, apparently I’m some uncontrollable lothario according to my Biochem colleague. Ha!
When people are told things like that, trouble starts. They leave their reality behind. Their self-confidence increases, and they push the lotharioism doctrine to new heights, flicking off any gnats that happen to get in the way. They walk sexier, they talk sexier, they smile wider, they cross their legs suggestively, the room is brightest only if they’re present. It’s as if they’ve been granted new self-esteem powers, and they affect the universe’s joy equilibrium.
Then you see someone who really knows you thinks it’s strange how strange they’re acting, and he/she tells you to stop acting so weird. And then I’m back to reality, in the library, without the brightness of the other me.
For 6 years, I knew a boy who made everyone laugh. A master of sarcasm. However, making people laugh often came at the time of hurting others feelings.
So when he died, there really were mixed reactions to the news, the full spectrum. But, he was remembered. I don’t want to forget his face.