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Hmm. Been ages again. I just keep disappearing, don't I?

Now that I'm getting close to graduating, I've started looking for post-doc positions. I'm not really sure where I want to go, but a friend of mine has been oh-so-subtly nudging me to go with her to Indiana. And since you guys know I have no will power, I've started asking around and I have a call-back, so yay for that. I might actually get a job after I graduate! =D Sister is HELLA pissed, though. She doesn't understand (a.) the point of a post-doc, and (b.) why I have to do it out of Texas. Le sigh.

Every time I think these manuscripts are ready for publication, I go over them and find something else that I need to add in or look up or take out or turn into magic fairies so they can carry me the hell out of here. I've been told that this is a sign that I'm ready to graduate. Yeah, thanks...figured that one out already.

Now, since I've been lurking, I've missed a few important things. Among those being the wonderful untappedbeauty's birthday. So, I am publically annoucing that I am a HORRIBLE friend. Feel free to throw stones. And that actually makes me think about sparklewitch's birthday, when I only wished her a happy one. I swear, I went gift shopping, and I found something that I thought you might like, but I didn't know if you already had it. Anyway, I had planned to come visit you guys and find out then, but yeah... I promise, you both will get gifts, even if I have to break down and ask what you want. =)

Oh, speaking of trips, I didn't get to go to New Orleans last week since apparently Continental sucks ass. So now I'm going to Snowmass Village, CO to spend my travel grant. That'll be in June, so keep your fingers crossed that I actually make it. I swear, I have the worst luck when it comes to work-related travel. New Orleans was cancelled, before that, I threw up (for the first time EVER in a plane-related situation) on the way to Carbondale. So I'm wondering what's going to happen to me on the way to Colorado.

And wow, I wrote WAY more than I thought I would. Huh. Maybe I should stop by and post more often.

For those of you who know where I live, you might be aware that Hurricane Ike is headed right for me. Yeah, thanks Mother Nature.

I've stocked up on supplies and done all the other necessary preparations. Now it's just time to wait and see how bad it gets. My family is freaking out, especially my sister, and they asked me if I was coming home this weekend. To be perfectly honest, I want to stay. Not only because I don't actually think it's going to be that bad, but also because I want to be here to see it, whatever happens. I don't know. It feels like a rite of passage or something. I just feel like if I leave, I'll regret it.

...And watch me die a horrible death by being impaled by someone's ugly lawn gnome.

But what do you guys think? If you knew that a hurricane was heading towards you, would you stay or evacuate? Would you want to watch what happens, front row? Or would you rather hear about it on the news from a safe distance?

I was going through my flist and I saw this on eureka_eureka's lj and just couldn't resist...



I cracked up at #2! *giggles maniacally*

I hope everyone had a good Memorial Day Weekend (if you celebrate it). Mine was pretty good. I went shopping on Saturday with Lydia and got a cool belt and a pretty dress. Then I went shopping again on Monday and got an awesome denim jacket and three of the coolest heels EVER! Seriously. One of them was blue plaid (BLUE PLAID!) with faux snake skin! Together! On the same heel! If I had words to describe the awesome, I totally would!

*clears throat*

Enough about shopping. In between these buying fests, I had a date on Sunday. A very long date. And it was nice. The dude paid for everything, which is nice. He was very gentlemanly (is that even a word?). But dude. If he'd faced my Mom and my sister, he would have crumbled. In all honesty, my pregnant sister could have eaten him alive and still made room for a Whopper and softserve ice cream cone. He was just too...wimpy, I guess. Eh.

But then he had to go and ask me for another date and I tried to be nice but honest and said that I wasn't sure about that. I felt like I'd just kicked a puppy or something.

*sigh*

Anyway, like I said before, I hope everyone else had a MARVELOUS weekend!

So last night some friends and I went to an independent film festival (my first ever) and, overall, it was awesome. There were some really good shorts. Only two of them were, in my opinion, not cool.

My personal fave was "Lonely Highway," which you can watch here. Dude. I cracked up. And incidently, they won the festival. *cheers*

There was another one called "Vitruvius' Toybox" which was the sterotypical independent film. You know, the type that gets made fun of all the time? And to be honest, I can understand making fun of it. No offense to anyone who likes it, but I wanted to gouge my eyes out. At one point, I was even wondering if the film was trying to hypnotize me.

Okay. I'm not expressing myself well about this film. Let me start like this: the chick who introduced the festival said that all of these films had limitations and it was our job to look past the limitations to the intent. Not too hard, right?

I gave all of the films a fair chance, but "Toybox?" I don't see the intent of watching a star and the number 6 fly around the screen for 6 fucking minutes. Maybe I'm not intelligent or deep enough, but yeah. I need more than a star and a 6 to make a fucking film.

Moving on.

Like I said, the rest of the movies were pretty cool. And I have now officially found the FUNNIEST SHIRT EVER. One of the random guys in "The Tragedy of the Fallen Cherub" was wearing it. And if you're curious, you can see the dude in the shirt towards the end of this trailer. But for those of you who just want to know what it says? 'I can't. I'm Mormon.' I swear, I giggled the last half of the movie just from that shirt. What's bad is that the director and the cast from that film were sitting right beside me and I giggled at inappropriate times. *shrugs*

It's their own fault; the dude shouldn't have worn such a hilarious shirt.

Get this! My mp3 list is random, right?

This is the order of the songs I just listened to:

#124: 'To The End' - My Chemical Romance

#125: 'The End' - My Chemical Romance

Yes, I'm a nerd, but I thought it was awesome! My computer has a sense of humor! =D

*pets hilarious computer*

I've got to give lab meeting today, which may or may not suck big hairy balls. The last time I gave lab meeting was right before my prelims in April, so it's been a while. And I'm worried that I don't have enough data to show for the past...*counts*...5 months. I'm kinda bouncing back and forth between, 'Yes, I've accomplished a lot' and 'Holy shit, have I worked at all?' so yeah...I'm a little nervous. I just finished practicing my presentation and it took me ~30 minutes, so at least it'll be long enough.

*sigh*

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So, I'm mildly shocked by this new turn of events in A Grand Total. I had all the pairings planned out and I was all pumped about writing them, then BAM! Joe/Spencer shows up, and I'm like WTF? Spencer was supposed to be with Jon! But no, Joe and Spencer are apparently in love or something. I don't think I've even heard of a Joe/Spencer fic. And they are so adorably cute together that I can't seem to delete the section and start over! So yeah, Jon is totally getting passed over this go round. Poor Jon. *hugs*

I have to admit, I sometimes don't really pay attention to the lyrics of a song before I start to really like it. I'll get a few words as I'm listening to a new fave song over and over again, but I guess they don't really click. But then, one day, out of the blue, I'll listen to the lyrics and BAM! I'm like...Holy shit! Those lyrics totally weren't what I thought they were! Then I'm kinda caught because I still love the song, but the lyrics creep me out or something.

Case in point: I adore 'Headfirst for Halos' by My Chemical Romance. It has a happy beat and even Gerard said that the song started out as a joke, so I guess in my mind, all of that made it a happy song, despite me not understanding all the words (the ones I could make out sounded happy). Then yesterday, on my drive home, I could finally make out what Gerard was singing and I literally had said, "Holy shit!" I don't know if any of you have ever heard the song, but happy does not describe 'Headfirst for Halos.' So yeah. I'm kinda...weird about it now because the lyrics are pretty unsettling to me, but that doesn't stop me from listening to it.

Sadly, this happened recently with a Cobra Starship song too. 'It's Warmer in the Basement.' Yeah. I would bop my head and dance along with it, not really making out all the words. Then I actually looked it up because it was driving me nuts and I just stared at the lyrics for like 5 minutes. And when I listened to it afterwards, it felt like the lyrics were easy to hear, and how on earth could I have missed them the first time? I kinda think that my mind was blocking out the words because it's such a fucked up song, but I love it so much!

*sigh*

The point of all this? Not sure. But...there it is.

I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this here, but I'm a total pedicure whore. I absolutely hate getting manicures, but pedicures make me insanely happy. I just love being able to stare at a wall full of nail polish colors, choose which one I want, then get a pretty bejeweled flower painted on my big toe.

I'm easy to please, apparently.

But lately, I've had some bad experiences. Three bad experiences in a row! Bad enough that I swore off pedicures for good.

However, my friend called me up this morning asking me if I want to go meet for a bubble tea, then get pedicures. It should also be mentioned here that I am a serious bubble tea whore...it's like my fucking kryptonite. So, despite my misgivings, I agree because hey. Bubble tea. Enough said.

I pick out a pretty color that I must now own. And I sit there in this fancy chair that massages my ass. My legs get all softified, and I love it. Then I say I want a flower.

...I should have kept my motherfucking mouth shut.

It's the ugliest floweresque thing I've ever seen in my fucking life. Even my friend, who tried to pacify me when I had my other bad experiences (one of which being an ugly flower), started snickering when she saw it. Then Lydia, God love her, said that we're going to the mall tonight to go shopping for me a hoodie since my lab is a meatlocker, and we're going to get me this specific fingernail polish so I can get rid of the flower of death.

Anyway, we leave the nail spa and as soon as the door closes, she starts apologizing because, of course, her flower is a work of art. It should also be said here that she has extremely good luck. I swear, one of these days, I'm going to make her go with me to buy a lottery ticket, because then I'll actually win.

Where was I?

Oh yeah. So I explain to her about my ban, and how I crumbled in the face of bubble tea. Then she starts to plan out this elaborate scheme that would get me a pretty flower, which is hilarious to listen to because she actually thinks it could work. Damn, I love her.

And that's where I am now. Sitting here with nice, soft skin and the ugliest flower on the face of the planet painted on my big toe.

I love life.