Weekend was full of hijinks. Crazy photo shoot, fun BBQ w/message balloons, Mariners vs. Red Sox game (cotton candy! yay!), attacked by a zombie (seriously, ask me about it!) and had to call the police, visiting Oasis (the coolest Asian fruity drink shop ever), took a perspective drawing class...in there I think I fit some homework and some housewench obligations. Good times!

Oh my!

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Yay for Julie!

As of 5/16/2005 12:01:30 AM CDT
You are 25 years old.
You are 311 months old.
You are 1,353 weeks old.
You are 9,471 days old.
You are 227,304 hours old.
You are 13,638,241 minutes old.
You are 818,294,490 seconds old.

C'est chouette!

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The lighting in one of my classrooms is giving me headaches. They start out mild, and I think that maybe if I drink enough water I'll make it through the day. But eventually they progress to the point where an evil little beast runs around in my brain, jabbing sharp pointy objects into tender spots behind my eyes, and at the base of my neck. After reaching this point in the pain, I have to go home and put an ice pack on, hoping to freeze my brainstem. Drinking coffee helps, but firing up the esspresso machine is not an option when I feel like this. I begin to lose motor function, smashing into walls on my way to the bed. I don't seem to get bounce-back headaches from the caffeine, which is usually a big risk, so I'm very fortunate in that matter. Only a few more weeks to go.

An incision made on my abdomen about 7.5 yrs ago has decided to adhere to my abdominal muscles. When I flex there is a distinct puckering, and if I flex and move to do something at the same time (about 200 times each day) it pulls really hard. Now that my physical therapist has gotten my pelvis to remain in the proper position (back, not forward) it's becoming more noticeable. This afternoon I spent about twenty minutes with my shirt pulled up, having the scar massaged, pulled, pinched, and kneaded.

I think my body hates me.

I am in love with the song Stupid by The Long Winters. Crazy, turnituprolldownthewindowanddrivetoofast crazy. *sigh*
If you don't have the album, you can download it at their website.

Returning to Eugene (in about 44 days)...I'm excited! I like Eugene for many reasons, but most of all because (as I said to my art teacher) I think I'm a better person when I'm there. Up here it's easy to get caught up in the materialistic hipster bullshit, but not quite so easy there.

I'm a little scared, I have not lived alone in a long time, but hopefully the part of me that is excited about having my own place will take over and keep me content. We'll see. Oddly enough, I'm not scared about school itself, which should be the hardest part; it's grad school! I guess I'm trusting myself to be okay in that respect.

I want to see Built to Spill in June, but the showtimes are complicated. On June 9th they're playing in Eugene, so I could go down there...but R wouldn't be able to come, and that'd be a lot of gas to burn up. They're playing in Portland on the 10th, which might be nice, I could visit with all my Portland friends & even be in town for my birthday (the next day). But R did mention something about having a birthday party for me here. Or I could wait and see them in Seattle, but they're playing the 16th (I have a final the next day) and the 17th (but I'll be moving the next day). I think Portland sounds the most promising, and I guess I'll just deal with the birthday issues.

I have some sort of BtS curse, the first two times (about 1 yr apart) I tried to see them (even bought advanced tickets) I ended up getting really sick, and giving the tickets away. The last time I saw them was fun, because there were a bunch of young ppl there who were expecting them to look a lot different, and when 4 normal looking guys from Idaho came out, the girlies were shocked. I even heard one comment to her friend about the body odor of Doug Marsch. I was happy, because they backed off and gave me more room. Rock concerts are supposed to stink!

Today is one of those days when my body doesn't like me. I'm going to go self-medicate w/whatever is on our Tivo. Yay Tivo!

No photos have been taken, which is bad.

Very Bad is that physics is making me feel stupid. See, physics (at this basic level) really aren't that hard. What *is* hard is the whacky algebra that our book insists on using. They have tons of derived formulas that are really confusing. Our instructor doesn't want us to use those formulas, we just use the basic, but we still use the book to get homework problems from, which means trying to use the sample problems (that are worked out) is a nightmare. In class, the problems she creates for us are understandable, and solvable, and I can follow along (or answer her) just fine. For the HW, I usually have at the very least *some* idea on what to do, but today I have one problem that is just going to sit there and make me want to yell.

R says I get belligerent when I ask him for help. I am not upset with him, but with the problems and with the poor instructional materials, and I think he misunderstands where my anger is directed. This seems to be a common misunderstanding between the two of us; when I worked in crappy jobs & would complain to him, he always thought I was mad at him. When I was excited about something, he would misunderstand that excitement and think I was upset. I usually think I express myself fairly well, but obviously something needs to change there. I'll think about it more, but I have no idea what to do. I can't just be quiet all the time!