Very foggy and warm, eh?
First off, I wanted to announce that essayist Stephen Jay Gould is so awesome I want to hug him. At least, his essays are. I highly recommend them. Anyone who can write an essay called "The Four Antelope of the Apocolypse" is pretty cool, for one thing.
This week seems underlying-ly stressful. I mean, I haven't had much to actually do, but I feel the looming grumbling in the deep trenches of my tummy. I also haven't in general been feeling especially well. Maybe it's coming down from my five-coffee Friday (due to ASM) or toxins released into my bloodstream from that lovely, lovely massage. Or maybe it's just getting near the holidays and I'm not going home and I'm out of money already. These are not insurmountable problems, but they are the problems I face right now.
Not to get freaking Caroline-in-the-city-Bridgette-Jones on you, but I kindof want to try to remember how long I've remained single in between relationships. I know that ever since boy one it hasn't been too long. I think maybe for the first time, in maybe as long as I can remember, I'm just living life and not as a boy-addict. Do I think about boys? Absolutely. Maybe just half as much. I think it's mostly because I'm busier and have more friends and ways to spend my time now than I did in highschool and college. Not to mislead you though, because man, I still think about boys waaaay too much, at least, I should cut back when trying to focus on science.
I am nauseated by how cliched this probably all sounds, and also that likely this isn't very inspiring or intriguing. I'm wondering what it would be like to maneuver a holiday season as single. I haven't done that for likely 5-6 years. The holidays can be a really lame time to be single or unhappy, depending on what holiday parties you attend. But maybe that's life in general, just with really repetitive songs.
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