Is it really Saturday, December 4th??
Do you ever wonder if you have been sleeping more than 8 hours... say, like, 20 days? I feel like it was just September. Where does the time go? It is true that the older you are the faster time passes.
I remember when I was in elementary school and it felt like every year was this huge deal-e-o. Now a year passes and other than starting to notice the beginnings of wrinkles and a few grey hairs nothing seems to change. And really, I don't even notice the physical signs of the passage of time all that often either. I miss the old days when I use to count my age in half years. Ya know, seven and a half years old. Now I am just in my late twenties. I refuse to admit what year in my late twenties because I don't want to contemplate just how close I am to the big 3 - 0h.
I was just reading about the oldest woman in america on msn.com - apparently she just passed at the old age of 114! Can you imagine? And there is another woman who now holds the record who is 114 (but three less months of 114 than the recently deceased lady). The woman who the article was about had moved in with her daughter during her last few years. They interviewed the daughter about her mother. The daughter, by the way, is 88. The 88 year old was caring for a parent. I hope and pray I can take care of myself at 88 let alone someone else (who is twenty-some years older)! She said that her mother just kind of wore out. Yeah. Now there is the understatement of the year. Or maybe decade. Century? Anyway, I digress.
So, I am planning to go pluck my grey hairs this afternoon because they bother me. I realize that it isn't an unnatural thing to have them but I'm still not ready to face the reality that I am getting older. Oh, and I was also reading on msn.com that being in an environment with a perpetually high level of stress can speed aging. Yup, that's right... Graduate School is making me OLD! The study compared mothers with handicapped children versus those with normal children and found that the mothers of more needy children were genetically older. This accelerated aging is on the cellular level! Just so we are clear on this point - Don't Go To Graduate School!! In addition to making you unhappy, it also makes you old. Maybe this is why the stereotypical professor is always pictured as a wrinkly, anti-social old man. That's what we become in graduate school. Even the women - because we are encouraged to think and act like hermit-y men. No one is allowed friends or emotions in grad school. That makes you weak.
I was planning to write a light-hearted happy blog. Boy. I suck at this happy thing! Good things have happened in the past few days. I sent off my "The Biggest Loser" audition tape. We'll see if I get a call. I was on the web site to get the address for sending in the tape and found out two things: One, I didn't need to stay up until 4am finishing the editing of the tape because they decided to extend the deadline (which they apparently posted that day or the day before because it wasn't posted Wed.) and two, that they cut a scouting location date in FL but added one in Chicago. So, my approach is now two-pronged - tape and in person. What should I wear? I'm going with "clothes". Seriously, since I have no "permanent" home here in IL anymore I am living out of a suitcase and don't have a lot of choice. I have a pair of jeans that fit fairly well but I only brought t-shirts and sneakers with jeans. I will look like the scrub I am. Oh well. Maybe that is what they are searching for... I can deceive myself if I want. No comments from the peanut gallery telling me I'm wrong! :) So finishing the tape was great and now I get to try a real live interview. Sweeeeeet. I'll be sure to let you know how that goes.
Other good things... I had to meet with the bossman today (yes, on a Saturday - this isn't uncommon at all) and it went fairly well! I think that he is really trying to be nice to me. I found out that Scooter took a medical leave (mental not physical) and I know that at least two other members of the lab are on anti-depressants so maybe he is starting to notice that his "style" doesn't work for everyone.
I'm totally looking forward to leaving at the end of next week for some quality time at home. My best friend and I have plans for a pedicure (aaaaaaaah) and some thesis writting sessions at the local coffee shop (okay, if I must work...). I'm also going back up to the arctic circle (aka: the bf's) right after Christmas. Yeay! This reminds me... I must actually purchase a "real" winter coat. The fleece is not going to cut it up there.
Well, I can't think of anything else that must be said right now so I am just going to post this and go back to working on the paper from hell. Hope everyone has an excellent weekend!
I remember when I was in elementary school and it felt like every year was this huge deal-e-o. Now a year passes and other than starting to notice the beginnings of wrinkles and a few grey hairs nothing seems to change. And really, I don't even notice the physical signs of the passage of time all that often either. I miss the old days when I use to count my age in half years. Ya know, seven and a half years old. Now I am just in my late twenties. I refuse to admit what year in my late twenties because I don't want to contemplate just how close I am to the big 3 - 0h.
I was just reading about the oldest woman in america on msn.com - apparently she just passed at the old age of 114! Can you imagine? And there is another woman who now holds the record who is 114 (but three less months of 114 than the recently deceased lady). The woman who the article was about had moved in with her daughter during her last few years. They interviewed the daughter about her mother. The daughter, by the way, is 88. The 88 year old was caring for a parent. I hope and pray I can take care of myself at 88 let alone someone else (who is twenty-some years older)! She said that her mother just kind of wore out. Yeah. Now there is the understatement of the year. Or maybe decade. Century? Anyway, I digress.
So, I am planning to go pluck my grey hairs this afternoon because they bother me. I realize that it isn't an unnatural thing to have them but I'm still not ready to face the reality that I am getting older. Oh, and I was also reading on msn.com that being in an environment with a perpetually high level of stress can speed aging. Yup, that's right... Graduate School is making me OLD! The study compared mothers with handicapped children versus those with normal children and found that the mothers of more needy children were genetically older. This accelerated aging is on the cellular level! Just so we are clear on this point - Don't Go To Graduate School!! In addition to making you unhappy, it also makes you old. Maybe this is why the stereotypical professor is always pictured as a wrinkly, anti-social old man. That's what we become in graduate school. Even the women - because we are encouraged to think and act like hermit-y men. No one is allowed friends or emotions in grad school. That makes you weak.
I was planning to write a light-hearted happy blog. Boy. I suck at this happy thing! Good things have happened in the past few days. I sent off my "The Biggest Loser" audition tape. We'll see if I get a call. I was on the web site to get the address for sending in the tape and found out two things: One, I didn't need to stay up until 4am finishing the editing of the tape because they decided to extend the deadline (which they apparently posted that day or the day before because it wasn't posted Wed.) and two, that they cut a scouting location date in FL but added one in Chicago. So, my approach is now two-pronged - tape and in person. What should I wear? I'm going with "clothes". Seriously, since I have no "permanent" home here in IL anymore I am living out of a suitcase and don't have a lot of choice. I have a pair of jeans that fit fairly well but I only brought t-shirts and sneakers with jeans. I will look like the scrub I am. Oh well. Maybe that is what they are searching for... I can deceive myself if I want. No comments from the peanut gallery telling me I'm wrong! :) So finishing the tape was great and now I get to try a real live interview. Sweeeeeet. I'll be sure to let you know how that goes.
Other good things... I had to meet with the bossman today (yes, on a Saturday - this isn't uncommon at all) and it went fairly well! I think that he is really trying to be nice to me. I found out that Scooter took a medical leave (mental not physical) and I know that at least two other members of the lab are on anti-depressants so maybe he is starting to notice that his "style" doesn't work for everyone.
I'm totally looking forward to leaving at the end of next week for some quality time at home. My best friend and I have plans for a pedicure (aaaaaaaah) and some thesis writting sessions at the local coffee shop (okay, if I must work...). I'm also going back up to the arctic circle (aka: the bf's) right after Christmas. Yeay! This reminds me... I must actually purchase a "real" winter coat. The fleece is not going to cut it up there.
Well, I can't think of anything else that must be said right now so I am just going to post this and go back to working on the paper from hell. Hope everyone has an excellent weekend!
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