In a few hours Grant and I leave for Prague. I’m so freaking out about this trip and bringing the right papers and homework and blah blah blah blah blah. It’s nuts, but I think I’ll live 
It’s always annoying to bring 18 tons of winter clothing. I don’t think I’ve really “overpacked” as much as things are just damn bulky. I don’t even have any dress shoes. That’s the worst part.
But who cares now, we’re heading to Prague, Vienna and Brussels. YAY!!!
I am done with classes for the term. NO MORE!!!! I have two projects and 2 exams to go, but in 2 days I leave for Prague (that’s right, I like the number 2!)
My biggest worry right now is the trains in Europe. Can we just walk into the station and go to Brussels from Vienna?? Do we need to plan this out better? WHAT DO WE DO?!?!?! Should I run into STA Travel first thing Monday morning screaming? I have no idea.
Mildly stressed. Not too bad. Hopefully I can figure things out and all will be good.
I have new boots, I am excited. I have my gaiters, waterproofs (dirty, but soon to be fixed) and uh. . . a room to clean.
This was going somewhere, I’ve since lost my train of thought. CHOO CHOO!!!!!!
I’m slowly understanding the world of universal health care.
Tomorrow I will be waking up at 7:30 a.m. so I can call them around 8 for a “day-of” appointment. This should be fun. I hope it goes well and I get my doctor’s note saying I should have an extension.
My nose is raw from all the tissues I’ve used. I can’t breathe. Afrin is my only solution right now.
I also have no sense of smell, and my sense of taste is also suffering. At least at dinner I could taste the f’lemon!
I am sick again. . with a head cold, nasal congestion pain and lack of sleep due to all of the above.
My vegetation paper is slowly coming along, but not really. Still analysing all that data. . oh the fun.
I think I’m going to work at the data set graphs etc soon. . .
I have no idea what to write because all I want to do is SLEEP!
ugh.
Entomology paper handed in.
Soon the Vegetation paper will begin.
That is all.
Nothing quite compares to the hilarity of this.
There is an assumption that polar bears are the only animal to actively hunt humans (besides other humans). This is not true. They do not select humans as a choice food source, they just happen to wander into view of one and anything a polar bear sees it views of as food.
From the link above I quote:
a large (700-800) pound polar bear was seen approaching the sub. For about 40 minutes, the bear loitered around the subs rear rudder. It took a bite out of the rudder and, finding it inedible, stayed around the area of broken ice around the rudder for a while, apparently thinking a seal (the bears favorite food) might use it as an air hole. The bear finally left when he heard the noise of an approaching helicopter. When an officer first looked around outside via the periscope, he noted that his sub was being stalked by a hostile polar bear. . .The damage was said to be minor. . . It wasn’t designed as a polar bear snack, but that’s how life is sometimes.
Relationship steps are huge. They remind of the steps at Harvard’s stadium. . . Cement Levels about a foot and a half high. Maybe higher. There are no seats, just these levels. After my Biathlon for the BU Rowing Team (Erg 7500 meters then bike 10 miles) I could hardly walk up normal stairs. (There were approximately 6 to get inside the stadium from where I dumped my bike) The water I so desperately needed was 3 cement levels up and I couldn’t bend my knees high enough to move. I had to crawl. I nearly cried. I could hardly drink I was shaking so much. Pushed to my bodily limits all before 10 AM.
This is what relationships are like for me. A drive to succeed and a serious inhibition to push up to the next level. In this case it’s fear instead of bodily exhaustion, but you get the picture. I’m not ready to face things, I’m too scared of what is or isn’t what will or won’t, etc etc etc. My imagination runs rampant and my feelings are just a morass of knots and tangles. School doesn’t help too much. The work load is slowly driving me up the wall.
Last night I started shaking and crying. I felt horrible. I can’t figure out what it was. That scares me even more. At least he was there to be leaned on. I can’t express my absolute adoration of him. It astounds me to know that the world of internet dating holds some possibility of success. Almost at 8 months. . . good lordy.
I can go on and on and on.
How can people come to these decisions in such a short time? My parents were practically married by this time!! Other friends were engaged after 2, some after years and years. To watch these varied paths and patterns baffles my mind. Everyone is different, everyone goes through it. Some go too fast and realise the mistakes, some are forever happy. I am just not ready. Quite honestly I know what’s it like to push at emotions to speed up, to try to match the other person. It makes me feel ill, like having someone pull at my emotions in the wrong way. Apparently too hard of a pull has the same reaction.
I have so many more questions to ask and pose to you anonymous readers and some are just too private. Perhaps LJ shall come back into play again. . . Nothing like having a network of ex-con-goers to make me feel a bit more relieved.
I have sore muscles from digging a ditch for water drainage and then carrying tons of wood and metal from a torn apart hide last wednesday.
My elbows are sore (don’t ask, even I don’t get that one)
And now a sore throat. Honestly now, I’m getting a bit tired of being sore. And it HURTS TO SWALLOW *sob*
The good news: my paper due today by 5 pm has been pushed up until Thursday. *CHEER*
I’m still getting it done today, but I don’t feel the need to RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH.
And now, to get crackin’ on this stupid paper.
