| | | | | | Saturday, January 24, 2009 |
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Man, things are complicated. My wrists hurt today, and I'm starting to worry that my internship is just going to continue to worsen them rather than make them well. Which is depressing for ALL sorts of reasons. Also, because of my wrists hurting last semester, I had to take two incompletes, now I find out in order to advance to candidacy NEXT semester, I need to have those two incompletes gone by February 2nd. I can't do that. I'll have one done by then, and she might grade it in time, but not both, that's a lot of writing, and frankly my wrists still hurt... a lot. Meaning... I can't get into the last class I need, meaning... I can't graduate in the Fall of 2009. I can't tell you how pissed off I am at my wrists right now.
On the other hand, my one paper that I need to have turned in to my professor by the 29th, I had a very decent breakthrough on today. I grabbed some more research material that I needed in Davis, and finished a little over a fifth of it tonight. Tomorrow I will do nothing but work on it, and I might even finish it (that would be awesome).
This is super stressful.
Now so that I can sleep I'm going to think about tomorrow afternoon, when Ed and I shall drive to the southern part of Sacramento and look at rats to adopt.
Aw, ratties.
posted by Amber at 11:26 PM
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dancing
| | Sterling came over and we went dancing tonight. Actually we did several things, dancing included. First we went to the Fox and Goose, where he had a beer and I a club soda, until the band started, and we left because we didn't want to pay the cover. Then we wandered around for half an hour talking, and looking for a bank. Then we drove to the Press Club, but it was waaay too early, so we drove to Headhunters in time to catch the end of their music. The band that was playing was a female R&B group (in that they played hip hop and actual blues), it was sort of like we crashed somebody's wedding reception (since prop 8 passed I guess it would be a civil union...grr), fun but a little voyeuristic. Then we went to the Press Club, where the music was jumpin' and the floor was packed. I love dancing with Sterling (he argues that I find it enjoyable because I introduced him to dancing in the first place, but I think it's that he can't take a compliment). ABBA, Bee Gees, New Order, Daft Punk, Whitney Houston (mixed over this -amazing- smooth house beat, a great dance on your partner song), AC/DC, really who could ask for anything more. Not that it was perfect, I was elbowed a lot, I had a random lady sling her arm around me and sing in my ear (Sterling was impressed I didn't hit her), someone spilled a drink on my butt, and I was kneed once. But really, the awesome -far- outweighed the uncomfortable.
Whoo!
Also, tomorrow, ratties?
posted by Amber at 1:25 AM
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| | | | | | Saturday, January 10, 2009 |
| | So today Ed and I made arts. My parents had given us a calendar that they did not need. It was very beautiful, but we didn't need it so instead we turned it into art. It was a very fun project that took up all afternoon. We went to Michael's looking for a black poster board to mount the pictures on, only to find that Michael's did not have black poster board big enough to fit all of the pictures. Wand I ande eventually decided to hang them on the wall using the paint as a border. It turned out rather well. I will provide a picture when I can bother Ed to give me one.
Ed is going through the process of getting Bernard a new cage mate. He has been very lonely without his brother; Ed and I do not speak rat, nor do we understand the delight of chewing on everything. There is a fair next weekend hosted by a local rat rescue, hopefully they will have a new friend for Bernard.
Lately I have a song by ABBA in my head, “Take A Chance On Me.” for some reason, this song makes me both happy and sad, and I don't know why.I know, intellectually, that this is the song about the last call. But, somehow I feel it is a song about last love. I also associated it with marriage, and that is disturbing for other reasons. It about hope, or desperation? Is it possible that I am overthinking a song by Abba? That last one sounds likely. Either way I've been bopping in my head all day long.
My hands have been hurting me again, which is why this entry has been written by my voice recognition software. It's a frustrating process, and will never replace typing for me, but for now it's saving my hands.
posted by Amber at 10:27 PM
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