Random Statements
You can tell I'm back at school since this is the third time today I am updating this.
Status report on the dorm room: 75% unpacked and organised. Just waiting on going back home to pick up some more horizontal, load-bearing surfaces. And my desk is beginning to bear resemblance to my cube at Intel. I have my "Copper/No Copper!" stickers pinned up, along with my wafer, my hands-free set for my phone, my rowing calendar, and a few Intel keychains. Just have to start tacking up my bday cards, pictures of boats, and get a white board and I'll be set.
I forgot how much I missed the sound of city traffic right outside my window. Arizona was awfully quiet. Yeah, I'm definitely a city gal.
Bugger, I still need to email my team and tell them I'm not coming back this season. That's one thing I'm putting off until the very last moment.
Ever have one of those dreams when you wake up wondering if it was really a dream or if those events are happening at some point soon? I really dislike them, because then I spend the remainder of the day somewhat confused. Had one last night. I was in Florida for Thanksgiving festivities at my uncle's, and Leigh and Natalie had come down for the holiday. We had just finished supper, and I was helping clean up when Leigh comes up to me and tells me that they have to leave and can't stay any longer. (And apparently we all weren't going to see each other for a very long time). I ask her why and try to get her to stay, but she tells me that she's having some sort of abdominal surgery the next day and it's going to be a three surgery process. I was floored and concerned, and then I woke up. And I was confused. Now as far as I know, the only person scheduled for any upcoming surgery is me, so I'm thinking I'm just nervous about it, and it's getting into my subconscious. Weirdness. My dreams always end up either interesting or highly disturbing. I prefer interesting.
I'm a nerd, but I think it may be fun to rewrite the lyrics to "Summer of '69" for "Summer of 2005." Eh, maybe something to keep me occupied.
And just to keep us all paranoid, a quote from The Paranoid's Pocket Guide:
Rest easy, only 130 Americans die from falling out of bed each year. But that doesn't include the 70,000 or so who will be injured by collapsing headboards, buckling frames, or mechanical failure. The most common injury suffered in bed is a heart attack: if you're over 35, you face a 1 in 77 chance of suffering a serious heart attack during sex.
And now, off to bed. :)
Status report on the dorm room: 75% unpacked and organised. Just waiting on going back home to pick up some more horizontal, load-bearing surfaces. And my desk is beginning to bear resemblance to my cube at Intel. I have my "Copper/No Copper!" stickers pinned up, along with my wafer, my hands-free set for my phone, my rowing calendar, and a few Intel keychains. Just have to start tacking up my bday cards, pictures of boats, and get a white board and I'll be set.
I forgot how much I missed the sound of city traffic right outside my window. Arizona was awfully quiet. Yeah, I'm definitely a city gal.
Bugger, I still need to email my team and tell them I'm not coming back this season. That's one thing I'm putting off until the very last moment.
Ever have one of those dreams when you wake up wondering if it was really a dream or if those events are happening at some point soon? I really dislike them, because then I spend the remainder of the day somewhat confused. Had one last night. I was in Florida for Thanksgiving festivities at my uncle's, and Leigh and Natalie had come down for the holiday. We had just finished supper, and I was helping clean up when Leigh comes up to me and tells me that they have to leave and can't stay any longer. (And apparently we all weren't going to see each other for a very long time). I ask her why and try to get her to stay, but she tells me that she's having some sort of abdominal surgery the next day and it's going to be a three surgery process. I was floored and concerned, and then I woke up. And I was confused. Now as far as I know, the only person scheduled for any upcoming surgery is me, so I'm thinking I'm just nervous about it, and it's getting into my subconscious. Weirdness. My dreams always end up either interesting or highly disturbing. I prefer interesting.
I'm a nerd, but I think it may be fun to rewrite the lyrics to "Summer of '69" for "Summer of 2005." Eh, maybe something to keep me occupied.
And just to keep us all paranoid, a quote from The Paranoid's Pocket Guide:
Rest easy, only 130 Americans die from falling out of bed each year. But that doesn't include the 70,000 or so who will be injured by collapsing headboards, buckling frames, or mechanical failure. The most common injury suffered in bed is a heart attack: if you're over 35, you face a 1 in 77 chance of suffering a serious heart attack during sex.
And now, off to bed. :)