Snow and Fog

This hasn't happened in a while. I guess it just hasn't been warm enough to fog up like this. Between it and the pitiful remainder of the snow we got last week it looks pretty magical out there, but I think it's supposed to burn off later today. I guess this is to make up for it being a rainy and ick yesterday.

Sunday. Life should be returning to Smith today as the kiddieboos drag themselves back up the hill from wherever they might have gone, either on foot from the Peter Pan station, in the expensive luxury (snort) of Valley transporter, or simply returning with cars to reclaim their hard earned parking spaces. I still have work to do today, but I'm feeling fairly mellow about that, and am actually looking kinda forward to kicking back with my Computational Linguistics in front of movies today. I also have to serve some time in the lab tonight from 6-9, plus I think I'm subbing for someone tomorrow. Shit. Where the hell did the break go? *sigh* ever notice when you get older time just kinda hurtles by? I mean... eek. This time next week I'll probably be getting ready to say goodbye to timarok. *wibble* ok, not thinking about that.

Breakfast. There's a concept.

Seperating wheat from chaff

I just went through all of last years entries and deleted all of the entries that were a) just passing on links and b) passing on the quizlet pages. (the actually questionnaire memes I for the most part kept.)

I ran across the following few that struck me as especially cool, so I decided to retake/repost them.

( regurgitated memesheepage )

OK, for real. Breakfast now.

Observations

I find it bizarre that whenever I'm stressed out I start to hallucinate that the phone is ringing. This is super bad at the Casita where four and sometimes five different phones are within earshot. (this would be the house line, our downstairs neighbor's, our landlord's, beatgoddess' celly, and sometimes primitive_boy's celly as well.) It's fucked up, I used to live for a ringing phone, and now I dread it. Even with Caller ID.

Freaking a little about school starting back up tomorrow, although tomorrow's my light day and I still have some time to get some work done for the Tuesday classes. I'm also a little tweaky about the fact that even though I won't see him until either Thursday or Friday, I'm hyper-aware that timarok is a low double digit number of miles away, as opposed to a four digit number.

Some week this is going to be. *sigh*

Yikes

I'd forgotten for a minute that there are people out there that have more reason to be wibble factories than I do about tomorrow. ;)

Good luck on the shoulder surgery, birkwelch!!!

I need to get out more

Tenna: You know what you need?
Devi: [thinking] Don't say it.
Tenna: You need to get out more.
Devi: AAAKK!! Jeezus Ten. Do you have any idea how frustratingly difficult it is to not know what your advice will be!?
Tenna: That's the most so-untrue-iest thing I've ever heard. I am as unpredictable as the nervous park squirrel!! I just think you could do with some actual living outside of your damn hive!
Devi: My God, woman! I'm not kidding, that really is your only bit of advice for everything! I don't think it even matters what the problem is. That's your answer to all things... problemy! "My ass has become a giant crab! and it's pinching my ass!" "You need to get out more!" "I'm agoraphobic. Why are you in my house?" "You need to get out more!" "The fucking company used me!" "You need to get out more!" "My tartar buildup has gone to my brain! My BRAIN!" "You need to get out more!"
Tenna: THAT'S BULLSHIT! And Why the fuck am I wearing a bear suit?

--Jhonen Vasquez, I Feel Sick, Vol 1

Seriously. I do need to get out more. There's something about being holed up in this house for days on end that seriously works on me. I wonder if I would have even left once all break if I hadn't had lab shifts to do. What is it about stress that causes me to roost up and hide from the world? It makes no sense, especially since once I do get outside I'm always glad I did.

Like today, hopping on my bike to head to the lab, headphones on cause I wasn't biking on the road, just through campus, something about the outside air and the brisk wind lifting my spirits more than anything in the house could. Old habits die hard I guess, and I often forget that I have the option of actually going out to play in the sunshine rather than watching it surreptitiously though the windows like I did for years growing up.

I'm starting to notice, as more time lapses between the present and my last conversation with my mother, how disturbingly like her I am. I'm starting to notice that we have many of the same coping mechanisms for things, and even the minor agoraphobia that causes us to stay inside for days on end. Lordy. Help me not become that miserable woman in thirty or so years.

do you really want to know?

Blatently stealing this idea from mereunit...

[Poll #266465]
I will answer honestly and completely. If it's something I'm not comfy posting an answer to here, I will drop you an email.

The random folx trolling my LJ without an account can play too, just leave me a comment.