Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

My lab book got a perm. And no matter how long I begged, pleaded, cried, and blow dried last night...I have no choice. It must be redone. It's 2 in the morning and I'm up graphing population survivorship curves. *Sigh.* I spend $12,000 on housing a year and what do I get? A swamp in the middle of my room that ruins my lab book, my notebooks, and my transition bag. Now all I need is some fish, maybe an alligator or two, a snake...get some plant life in here...I might as well go all out. I bet my engineer friends can construct me a waterfall. On the upside, B and I are having a ball playing, "Lava." So far I've monkey'd across my dressers, my desk, my bed, over my bike, on top of the fridge, across 2 plastic drawer sets, and onto a chair for my Cliff bar. Quite fun, brings me back to my child hood.

The longer I'm in college, the more I believe that history truly is cyclical, not linear - Sorry, Karl. Did you know the idea of cyclical history originates in Greece? Well, with all those philosophers wandering about I probably could have guessed. Brit studies Greece like its her JOB and she didn't warn me about this..what the eff roomie? Anyway, though there is more and more evidence that history is linear, personally? It's circular. One, HUGE, massive circle. This week is the one year anniversary of "Shit Hit the Fan Week." And to celebrate? Shit is hitting the fan - who woulda thunk it? 364 days ago: this week was, without a doubt, the worst week of the year. Al, Anya, B, and I suffered immense repercussions of what we thought were good ideas. Unfortunately, everything turned out TERRIBLE. I cannot disclose everything that happened because its confidential information that only a select few know. But basically: everything we did was completely shut down. Every...

Yesterday I did hill repeats and can I just say: My ass has never hurt so bad in my LIFE. It's bad enough to not be able to cycle or swim for a week, but to not be able to sit? This is punishment I do not deserve. I always forget how painful hills can be because, news flash! There are no hills in Boston. At least none I can run to. So right now I'm chilling on my couch decked in pants and 2 hoodies, buried under 3 blankets, and still shivering because my parents insist on keeping the house at 65. Wooonderful. Coming from a family that runs the washer nonstop all day and throws away paper towels like it's our job I just have to wonder: since when did we turn so environmentally friendly??? Probably right around the time I decide to come home. So today is my last day in St. Louis and I have to admit, it's definitely bitter-sweet. Bitter because I love showering without shoes on, sleeping in until ten, being coddled by mommy and daddy, having a dog around, and seeing my ver...

Yesterday while running in the park I ran into this guy walking (and I am not lying or exaggerating) the CUTEST dog I have ever seen in my life. I ended up talking to him for fifteen minutes just so I could pet his dog - and I was even monitoring my heart rate so it's a big deal to just stop like that and let it go back to normal, but I couldn't help it. It's called a Shibu Inu, and I cannot wait to get one. How can you not absolutely fall in love with this dog??? It looks like a little fox =)

Today I participated in the high school version of Show and Tell - my little brother brought me into his religion class to discuss college with the Junior boys. Besides being the only girl in an all boy's Catholic School, the experience wasn't too scarring...besides being stared down until I got within the ten feet range, then I noticed no one made eye contact with me. I did get asked to Prom though - cute! I almost said yes...I want to go to prom! I want to have an excuse to wear a dress (Besides military ball...yeesh.) and do my hair and nails and take pictures. And I want to slow dance. I have no excuse to slow dance anymore and that's my absolute favorite. A lot of people hate it because it can be awkward but luckily all my dates in HS were EXCELLENT dancers and I got to be the girl spinning and dipping on the dance floor...ahhh so much fun. I would give anything just for one Michael Buble song on a high school dance floor. I really wish I would have soaked up the whol...

It's time to go back to the east coast.

Mom told me today having me home is like having another teenage boy. List of complaints: 1. I'm always asleep 2. I disappear for long periods of time 3. Suddenly all the food is gone 4. There's mud tracked all over the hallways 5. Instant and random wrestling matches break out 6. The laundry odor has significantly increased - excuse me, this is because running. 7. My brother's clothes have mysteriously gone missing (I like his sweatpants.) 8. I always talk about girls - what? Al, Anya, and B are important... 9. The XBox is turned on again 10. "Angry music" thumps through the walls of my room - ...also known as rap. My latest obsession? The song, "Nasty girl" by Nitty - it's catchy! I love being home, I really need to be here more often. My one complaint about this break is having to be in and out of appointments everyday. Since I'm only home twice a year or so, I get to see all the doctors in one week. But as long as there's nothing wrong it...