|
| I found some old pictures of Pete and I and some letters I wrote to him and they made me very sad...
I must have been the most difficult girlfriend ever, unreasonable, demanding, moody and attention-craving at all time, but somehow, he found a way to accept me for who I was and somewhere in his giant heart, he managed to find a place for me to write my name down. It's too bad that I never had the chance to tell him how much I have appreciated him as a boyfriend...
| | |
| mark: what's side love?
me: it's a mistake mark: is it like a side dish?
lol
nice.
me: it really is
i was talking to my labmate about research
and he meant to say side lobe
instead he typed side love so it literally is a mistake
mark: haha... gotcha. | | |
| I cried like a little girl last night biking home from lab...
As soon as I stepped out of Kemper, I saw this giant cockroach on the ground, beaming under the street lamp. Then I started to ride. As I turned a corner, this HUGE flying cockroach the size of a fist started flying towards me. I weaved around trying to avoid it. I thought it was going to hit my leg so I started crying and screaming and swearing and calling it names.
At first, I was just crying because I was startled. Then I kept on crying because I felt like it could calm my nerves. Then I kept on crying because I felt stupid for crying about silly things like this considering how old I am. Then I kept on crying because I felt old. Then I kept on crying because the stupid giant cockroach scared the heck out of me and caused me to cry, but then I was too old to cry about this, and it was sad that I didn't have anyone there to comfort me and make me feel better. So then I just kept on crying...
This morning I woke up all weird, because I didn't know what I was doing anymore...
| | |
| Friday night, I came out of Kemper, stood next to the bike rack, just stood there for a good minute or two, dumbfounded. I was happy and sad at the same time. My bike stood there too, staring back at me, the same bike I have had for the past nine years, the bike I bought from a Walmart black friday sale, the bike that had done me well all these years, the 18-speed bike whose gear was never fixed and forever stuck on the same speed, the same bike that I left out in the "harsh" Davis weather for a whole summer a few years back. It just stood there, looking all the same, I was happy.. . My bike lock was there, the U-lock like they had recommended during the freshmen orientation, which I had also bought from Walmart (I think, I can't remember now), I was happy. For the first time since the day I purchased the lock, it was not serving its purpose. It just casually hung on my bike's left handle bar, chilling, it just hung there, exactly how I left it that morning, after I parked my bike and rushed over to free bagel and donuts.
NO ONE STOLE MY BIKE WHEN IT WASN'T LOCKED!
Sigh, I felt a brief moment of sadness that no one thought my bike was worth stealing.
Thank you, for leaving my bike alone.
| | |
|
