the weirdness of my head
I am half-heartedly summer-job hunting, and a minute ago I decided that it would be more fun to be a research subject than a gainfully employed squid assistant or office worker. I've been a subject before--I did the preliminary visits for a hearing study and an asthma study, but didn't get accepted into any studies. My goal is to be a subject in a study involving an MRI. There can't be that many people around that really, really want to have an MRI, and it is just my luck that most subjects for MRI studies have to be right-handed. I tell you. So that may be a pipe dream.
My hands smell like tomato plants. Mmm. I just discovered that I can't reach the upstairs phone because it is on the top of an IKEA wardrobe. I finished Population 485 for the second time this morning, and I should really go read some reading-list stuff.
I spent the early-morning hours embroiled in a semi-nightmare, but one which I was strangely determined to see through to the end when I woke up to
lollyjoy 's toothbrushing time. I did get back into it, I think; here's what went down. It was time to take my master's exam. As in real life, it was to be a five-hour closed-book exam. Unlike in real life, I was supposed to jet off to somewhere in northern Sweden directly afterwards. The exam started out really well--I had interesting questions and thought I could answer them well, given a little work. But for some reason I started running around Van Hise (and getting stuck in the elevators, of course) and kept getting distracted from the exam. Eventually it was time to go to Sweden, and I decided to take the exam with me and just finish it before the five hours were up. Of course, by the time I got to Sweden, those five hours were more than up, and I had still not finished even half the exam. Somehow I was then back in Madison, where I was for some reason shocked that I had not finished the exam. My advisor Kirsten told me there was no way they could pass me, and I freaked out. (Thanks, Grey's Anatomy). Should I still go to Sweden?
This was about when I woke up, and when I fell asleep again, I had arrived in Sweden with Idgie. I didn't have a carrier for her, or anything, so I was just carrying her around. I had met a few of the other students; most of them seemed to be American. We had a list of who was to live where in this block of apartments, and we were left on our own to find our rooms. I suddenly realized that
lollyjoy had accompanied me on the trip, and she had already found her room. She was to share with three or four other people, and we decided to put Idgie in her apartment until I found my room. On the way to walk there she confessed that she had kidnapped George and brought him along in her luggage, although later she amended her statement and said that she had asked permission first. Anyway, we put the two cats in her apartment. While we did that, we discovered two more cats--a brown tabby kitten and an adult cat--in that apartment. "Wow, four cats!" I exclaimed. The landlord guy yelled at us, "TWO cats!!" ...apparently that was the limit. We ignored him and set out to find my room. The list listed a "Rachel S" and a "Rachel"--we assumed that was me, but there were two entries. One was "Possibly Dr. Mallat" and the other was apparently far away. I was grumpy and did not want to live with any Dr. Mallat. (I just googled him; apparently he, or the first-hit guy, is a well-known scholar of comparative law in Beirut. Weird.) And then I woke up, not feeling ready to tackle the master's exam...so I'll just go see Mamma Mia! instead.
My hands smell like tomato plants. Mmm. I just discovered that I can't reach the upstairs phone because it is on the top of an IKEA wardrobe. I finished Population 485 for the second time this morning, and I should really go read some reading-list stuff.
I spent the early-morning hours embroiled in a semi-nightmare, but one which I was strangely determined to see through to the end when I woke up to
lollyjoy 's toothbrushing time. I did get back into it, I think; here's what went down. It was time to take my master's exam. As in real life, it was to be a five-hour closed-book exam. Unlike in real life, I was supposed to jet off to somewhere in northern Sweden directly afterwards. The exam started out really well--I had interesting questions and thought I could answer them well, given a little work. But for some reason I started running around Van Hise (and getting stuck in the elevators, of course) and kept getting distracted from the exam. Eventually it was time to go to Sweden, and I decided to take the exam with me and just finish it before the five hours were up. Of course, by the time I got to Sweden, those five hours were more than up, and I had still not finished even half the exam. Somehow I was then back in Madison, where I was for some reason shocked that I had not finished the exam. My advisor Kirsten told me there was no way they could pass me, and I freaked out. (Thanks, Grey's Anatomy). Should I still go to Sweden?
This was about when I woke up, and when I fell asleep again, I had arrived in Sweden with Idgie. I didn't have a carrier for her, or anything, so I was just carrying her around. I had met a few of the other students; most of them seemed to be American. We had a list of who was to live where in this block of apartments, and we were left on our own to find our rooms. I suddenly realized that
lollyjoy had accompanied me on the trip, and she had already found her room. She was to share with three or four other people, and we decided to put Idgie in her apartment until I found my room. On the way to walk there she confessed that she had kidnapped George and brought him along in her luggage, although later she amended her statement and said that she had asked permission first. Anyway, we put the two cats in her apartment. While we did that, we discovered two more cats--a brown tabby kitten and an adult cat--in that apartment. "Wow, four cats!" I exclaimed. The landlord guy yelled at us, "TWO cats!!" ...apparently that was the limit. We ignored him and set out to find my room. The list listed a "Rachel S" and a "Rachel"--we assumed that was me, but there were two entries. One was "Possibly Dr. Mallat" and the other was apparently far away. I was grumpy and did not want to live with any Dr. Mallat. (I just googled him; apparently he, or the first-hit guy, is a well-known scholar of comparative law in Beirut. Weird.) And then I woke up, not feeling ready to tackle the master's exam...so I'll just go see Mamma Mia! instead.