brooding.

so i now have shoes to go with my hot hot chinese dress

and another dress for the other wedding i have and they MATCH
the same shoes ( double duty, baby! ) and SO do my earrings!

I also have fake boobs! So now I’m a C-cup! Only my friends would buy me such a wonderously embarassing and useful gift! I love it! I can fill out the top of my dress. They are a bit chilly! (perhaps a microwave?)

I’m such a fucking girl!

wow, I’m like post girl today

so, I managed to get one of my pictures to upload – not the greatest lighting, but I fucking love my dress

I tried SoapOpera and glossy’s suggestions – but the only program I have to edit pictures with is VuePrint and everytime I try to modify a picture with it, it ceases to be recognized as a jpeg. *sigh* I apparently need to find a copy of a better picture editing program…

YAY!

I got it! I sign my lease on Friday morning! I move in the first week of June! YAY!

oh lordy, i have to calm down enough to sit through class and a DNA sequencing setup….eeeeeeeepppp

well, now and I went and saw my apartment that I want.

after seeing it, I want it more.
it’s nothing grand, it’s not superb – but it is modern, clean, neat, carpeted (brand new in the living room!). It has two bedrooms, the furnace and the water heater both are in my apartment. It has a dishwasher. It has a garbage disposal! And, a linen closet!

big walk in closets in both rooms. there is a slight lack of windows, but that does cut down on heating…and a patio. granted, there is no grass, but a paved patio is very nice! sweep it off get a lawn chair, let the kitties frolic…ooo and get a bird feeder!

and, i can put in lots of holes! as well as paint (so long as I repaint back to sherwin williams antique white – any ideas how much sherwin williams runs a gallon?) because I really really really want a green bedroom (a nice sage green…or maybe a moss green…with my brand new full size bed….) new windows/screens…it is AWAY from the noise of the road, it faces away from the parking lot…so it is quiet…

and i have a nifty hole in the wall window between the dining room and the kitchen

it isn’t huge, only abour 800 sq feet – more than twice the size where i live now…the second bedroom – I splurge, it will be my LIBRARY/OFFICE

i’m excited.
i’m trying not to get ecstatic.

i am thinking subdued thoughts.
i could get rejected and have to have my parents co-sign with me.

but!! also! yay! it’s normally 595$ a month, but I am moving in on a special that knocks it down to 550$ a month, plus 20$ a month for the cats! and if i move by june 1st, first months rent is only 300$. Sooooo assuming everything works and that i can get in – i am going june 1st. i will still have to pay for 24 days in the “other” apartment, but it is worth it to me. I planned to move into the new apartment on the 12th anyway, and I would have had an overlap period that would have ended up costing me just as much if not more…

so.

new apartment.

yay!

p.s. I got pictures of me in my lovely asian dress for leslie’s wedding and I cannot post them. I think they are too big. but i do not know how to make them smaller!

so

without coke…I need other beverages. a girl can only drink so much water and milk…

i made juice tonight. country time lemonade, pink lemonade, fruit punch and kiwi strawberry to go with my cherry raspberry rampage and my sunny delight…

i think i might make some chai up too…that would help with the caffeine headaches that are part and parcel of kicking that pesky coke habit…

what i miss more than the caffeine…more than the taste, more than anything…

the cracking open of a new, icy cold coke and seeing the little vapors escaping and smelling that delicious odor of coke…

*shudder*

should be a controlled substance.

i’m having a frightful feeling called happy anticipation of good stuff to come

most especially Ossian ham (the ambrosia of the fucking gods, I kid you not) and vanilla-jasminey soap from Feith’s soapy site and moving to a new apartment and not living in the ghetto and experiments working and a summer with no classes and getting tan and getting fit from walking 6 miles or more a day….

oye
hope this hopefulness lasts!

there’s a learning curve…

i hear this a lot…

especially in the molecular biology world, you have a lot to learn at the beginning - techniques, protocols, methodology, how to fix problems, who to call if there is a problem, etc, etc

but this learning curve…i like to think i might have finally reached the top…and am settling in for a nice walk on the plateau (so I can take off my fucking hiking boots!)

i spent 6 months getting the front end (the 5′ end) of my gene (melanocortin 1 receptor)…
about 4 days to get the back end (the 3′ end) of the same gene – using the same technique
apparently I have learned a lot since the beginning

4 days – 6 months…big step forward
an indication of much knowledge gained?

how much further left to go?
oh boy…

lots.

read Lamb by Christopher Moore

should read it

but all the way through, not only did I just feel really sorry for Christ

i just really really wanted him to get laid

I got to call the police this morning. At 8am. On a Sunday. Poor police. Poor ME!

At about 545am, I heard someone come into my supposedly secure apartment building. Then I hear them come up the stairs and start trying to open people’s doors. This freaks me out so I wake E. up. We consider calling the police but realize that if we can hear them moving in the hallway, they will be able to hear us moving around. This freaks me out and makes me hide in the bed and hope they go away.  (Someone else did call them and they found nothing apparently)

Spring forward to about 750am. Same thing is happening. Only this time, person(s), be they the same or different, are not only trying to open doors, they are pounding/kicking on doors and yelling “open the door” and “c’mon just let me fucking in.” Again, I did not look out the peephole, because I have to use a stepladder to look out the peephole.

So, I call the police. They eventually show up, but said person(s) are gone. So, they check the building. Think maybe it was either a drunk who got in through one of the “secure” doors or else someone who had a key but was too drunk to remember what it was for.

yay for fun Sunday mornings!