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io amo l’amore ma non la gente
15 Nov 2005 01:49 pmMan, my city has the most fucked up weather.
Luckily, I have a surprising knack for managing to get home exactly five minutes before it starts pissing down rain, thus neatly avoiding having to scurry miserably home from the bus stop being buffeted and soaked by wind and rain. No, really; this is about the fourth time it's happened since the beginning of spring. The universe smiles upon my pathetic pathological dislike of being wet.
It's sunny now. It was grey-sunny-grey this morning and then decided to thunderstorm merrily for about half an hour and then the thunder got bored of that, packed up and went to harass some other city.
Yesterday's negative mood hitched a ride with the storm and has blown away to reveal a renewed passion for where I am in my life, what I'm doing and where I'm going. My advanced studies supervisor was lovely and encouraging, waxed complimetary about my paper on HTLV-1 (93%, and 95% for my seminar talk! I win.) and gave me a list of people to email about doing some extension work in the cancer/neuroscience research labs next year. One of them is the dean of admissions at the medical school. Heh heh heh.
I've got a handful of scenes and an essay writing themselves in my head, which will be more fun once they've deigned to get in line so I can write them out properly.
What else? Um. Still Life With Woodpecker is a fucking incredible book and I am mesmerised by the stunning length of Andrea Bocelli's rolled 'rrrrr's.
No, that wasnt a euphemism.
Pervs.
I don't tell you that I love you all enough, because I really, really do.
Luckily, I have a surprising knack for managing to get home exactly five minutes before it starts pissing down rain, thus neatly avoiding having to scurry miserably home from the bus stop being buffeted and soaked by wind and rain. No, really; this is about the fourth time it's happened since the beginning of spring. The universe smiles upon my pathetic pathological dislike of being wet.
It's sunny now. It was grey-sunny-grey this morning and then decided to thunderstorm merrily for about half an hour and then the thunder got bored of that, packed up and went to harass some other city.
Yesterday's negative mood hitched a ride with the storm and has blown away to reveal a renewed passion for where I am in my life, what I'm doing and where I'm going. My advanced studies supervisor was lovely and encouraging, waxed complimetary about my paper on HTLV-1 (93%, and 95% for my seminar talk! I win.) and gave me a list of people to email about doing some extension work in the cancer/neuroscience research labs next year. One of them is the dean of admissions at the medical school. Heh heh heh.
I've got a handful of scenes and an essay writing themselves in my head, which will be more fun once they've deigned to get in line so I can write them out properly.
What else? Um. Still Life With Woodpecker is a fucking incredible book and I am mesmerised by the stunning length of Andrea Bocelli's rolled 'rrrrr's.
No, that wasnt a euphemism.
Pervs.
I don't tell you that I love you all enough, because I really, really do.
