Pseudonymous Ramblings by Psychobunny

Back-to-school mix

Living situation: The apartment is wonderful. No roommates yet, but they'll be moving in within the week. I'm kind of glad they'll be here, actually; the place is too large for one person (though I maintain it's not large enough for four!) and it's kind of creeping me out, especially since I'm still figuring out where the light switches are, how the door locks work, and where I stashed everything in that "I need to get settled" rush. And I have regular Internet access again! I learned that I [heart] Pandora Internet Radio. So far it's way better than Launchcast; it has less intrusive advertising, it dismisses the song if you don't like it, and I feel as if I'm learning something about musical terminology from it.

The weather: It's raining. I can't handle it every day, but I absolutely love rain. The fresh smell in the air; the way the heavy rain clouds make the sky look, especially with the lightning; the cool cleanness as the drops fall on your skin; the gentle pitterpatter as they hit the ground; the fresh, clean taste of it; the way it rehydrates the parched ground while simultaneously giving me a free (somewhat ineffective) car wash; yes, rain brings everything that much closer to perfection. If I wasn't so paranoid about personal security, I'd go out for a walk. (Maybe if I take my knife with me? Yeah, because it wouldn't look suspicious at all for a person to be out walking after midnight carrying a knife. :D Honestly, I don't know why I even bother carrying that cheap little pocketknife. It's most likely that I wouldn't have time to pull it in a fight. Even if I did somehow manage to pull it in time, I'd likely either be disarmed and have it used against me or the blade would break on my first strike. But having it makes me feel more secure. [Too secure? Must consider that one.])

Wal-Mart: The store I hate to love. Dr. Candid Advice is very, very, very anti-Wal-Mart. Seriously. She once asked where I got my stretchy bookcover while holding my book for her class, and when I answered with Wal-Mart, she got this look of visceral revulsion on her face, dropped the book like it was caustic, and demanded that I stop shopping there. I agree--I mean, Wal-Mart is an evil misogynistic corporation bent on global exploitation (Sorry, Chris. But you are out of there now.)--but where else can I get nine bags of groceries and forgotten household supplies for less than $100? Someday maybe I'll have the finances to back up my good intentions. That is, after the next ten years or so of education... if I can make it that far.

Being a horrible person: I'm going to be working in Dr. CA's lab this year, and we've had some scheduling difficulties that are going to make it difficult to train me. I was supposed to start in the morning and try to learn everything in the week before classes start so I could work independently ASAP. But she had a family emergency and had to go back to her hometown, so she won't be back until the 24th. I love research, but I was relieved to hear I won't be starting today because she can't possibly expect me to learn everything in a couple of days! This development majorly alleviated some of that back-to-school stress brought on by my case of impostor syndrome (good to know I'm not the only one with it). But I feel terrible being gleeful about her family emergency.

posted by Psychobunny at 12:15 AM