Life as a Science

I'm feelin' like a monday,
But someday I'll be saturday night.

Like next thursday at approximately 5:31 pm. ;)
posted by sordaria @ 10:15 AM

Just got back from 4 absolutely fabulous days at home. I beamed proudly at my brother and his girlfriend as they crossed that stage and received their MDs, beamed even brighter listening to my brother give his validictory speech, danced the night away with 60 new doctors and their parents and grandparents, sisters and brothers, met younger siblings of my brothers friends and made some new friends of my own, went to more wine and cheese parties than I can count, took more PICTURES than I care to count, paid visits to the Grapevine, Lotties (Woohoo!), Peddlers and Trapper John's to screech in a CFA, ate the wonderful oatcakes with pam, and, the best part of all, got to hear my brother's band play at the bar-without-a-name above Peddlers on saturday. This is a band of med students, and matt plays the cello and his girlfriend sings. The keyboardist is the former Margarita's Calling keyboardist, and there is also a bassist and guitarist. The drumming was suplied as a favor by the former drummer of Margarita's calling, who is now a professional musician, and happily, a friend. I nearly cried a couple of times during the show.....it was worth all the money to fly home just to hear this show.
And kinda funny, yesterday was the first time I have flown back into Oxford with a feeling of coming..if not HOME..at least to a place I know. Went out for coffee and a walk with a friend almost as soon as I got back (well, after a few hours of necessary sleep), and realized I might actually miss this place afterall when I go home for the summer. Which is, I realize, soo soon! Like, a month and a week! But before that, gotta write exams. Which means must stop writing on blog.
Right.
bye.
:)
posted by sordaria @ 7:14 AM

There are sometimes nights when you're so tired that it seems less work to continue driving around in the night than to go home and get ready for bed.
Especially if it's my city you're driving around.
posted by sordaria @ 6:03 PM

I love this song by Liz Phair.
Empowering, really.


Extraordinary:
You think that I go home at night
Take off my clothes, turn out the lights
But I burn letters that I write
To you, to make you love me

Yeah, I drive naked through the park
And run the stop sign in the dark
Stand in the street, yell out my heart
To make, to make you love me

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

You may not believe in me
But I believe in you
So I still take the trash out
Does that make me too normal for you?

So dig a little deeper, cause
You still don't get it yet
See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix
And I'll make, I'll make you love me

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess

See me jump through hoops for you
You stand there watching me performing
What exactly do you do?
Have you ever thought it's you that's boring?
Who the hell are you?

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho


posted by sordaria @ 6:03 PM

Heading home tommorrow for a few days to watch my brother and his girlfriend become doctors (eeek!!).
Not sure what to feel right now -- very excited, but also feeling anxious...it's been a while since I've been home. Feels kinda like I was just there...and at the same time, like it was a million years ago.

Definitely excited though. Especially to see my cat. :)
And, of course, Pam, those oatcakes...makes me drool to think of it!!
And more.


posted by sordaria @ 7:37 PM

Erica's stupid phrase of the day:

(in reference to how skinny Monica is on friends and how guys have told me that's not attractive)
"They like them thin, but not emancipated."

Apparently, slavery is back in style.


*sigh*
posted by sordaria @ 7:31 PM

I've been sitting in the basement of this library so long that I've become an expert at observing people (haha..what do you THINK I've been doing here? STUDYING?? HA!). It just occured to me that your perceived notion of someone can change in an instant..the instant you see them smile.
A smile can transform a face, transform a personality, transform your imagined image of a person you've never met.

That's what just happened. Someone I've seen here everyday for the past 3 weeks just smiled as he was talking to a friend, and my vision of him was completely changed. it was such an odd feeling that I had to write about it.


Moral of story: everyone smile more. :)
posted by sordaria @ 2:36 PM

Oh my god.
I am the epitamy of clutz.
Here's three examples from today to show you.

1. Ran into the wall at the library.
I was walking up the stairs, and this guy past me, and as he looked at me, I thought he looked like someone else so I stared, and in doing so lost my balance and thumped into the wall.
Suave.

2. Clubbed my pinkie toe off a table.
I was getting changed for this big exchange dinner we had with another college tonight and was hurridly walking from one side of my room to the other and caught my left pinkie toe on the table that just happened to be sitting in a very unfortunate location in my room. It is now red and purple and swelling to the size of a small child.

3. Spilled wine all over the carpet while giving introductory speech to a group of strangers.
So, this exchange dinner was happening tonight, and our president couldn't come until later, so as vp of our graduates, I gave a little introductory welcome speech to the other graduate college we had invited. This entailed me hitting my wine glass with a knife to get their attention, everyone turning towards me, and then me someone managing to shift my glass to throw wine all over the carpet. Smooth. Proceeded with speech, somewhat tomato-coloured.

Yup, I am the very essence of grace. Really.
;)
posted by sordaria @ 8:13 PM

melancholy tonight...it's my own fault.
*sigh*
posted by sordaria @ 7:52 PM

Oh dictionary.com, what would I do without you?



My stomach is growling so loudly that people are starting to stare. Damn closed supermarket and the no-breakfast problem.
posted by sordaria @ 8:10 AM

hmph..been a while since I posted anything...studying is zapping all my energy. All I want to do now is fall into bed and sleep off this medical anthropological hangover. urgh
Had a very interesting few days though!
My bro and his girlfriend came by on wednesday, and I managed to get heather (the gf) drunk wednesday night without really meaning to (haha..jamie helped too i guess..pints on me!! oh dear...). Thursday, the three of us trucked up to Bath to see the Roman Baths (SO COOL!!) and then to Stonehenge. What a psychadelic crazyass trip Stonehenge is!! First thing you know, you're driving on a freeway, then suddenly, BANG -- 4000 year old freakin' huge stones on your right. RIGHT NEXT TO THE HIGHWAY. It was really surreal...you're looking at these stones...at this incredible, mysterious history...to the sound of cars whizzing by you at 110kmph. It's so weird. ah..the british. ;)
Took a bunch of pictures, and some turned out quite cool so hopefully I'll get them up on deviantart before I fall into the pit of despair that is the library again tommorrow. ;)
Friday night I went to my first ever TOGA PARTY. Yes folks, I wore a purple toga. It was a blast. The best part was that we walked in, my friends and I all done up to the nines in toga-ness, to see: a room full of people in normal party gear. Well, not TOTALLY normal gear...there were a few togas spaced here and there....anyway, super fun night, and an after party in my friend's room which consisted of me learning a whole bunch of new terms and definitions I had NO idea existed...am I really this innocent?? I guess so...hmmmm...
Saturday, I TRIED to study, but Phil introduced me to Warcraft III on his computer, and that was the end of THAT endeavor....and that night we all sat down to watch EUROVISION. For those of you not in europe, I hesitate to even attempt to describe this show, but basically it's a song contest between all the european countries...kinda like a pop idol for all europe, but it doesn't just have to be solo acts. Anyway, oh my word...this was zena warrior princess, this was crazy glittering costumes, this was people who don't speak english singing horrible love songs in our language, this was ska music done turkey-style, this was glittery, high tempo, crazyass dancing, just absolutely insane corny-ness. Must not be missed next year. ;)

And today? Laundry, an unsuccessful attempt to get to the grocery store (So...no breakfast tommorrow...sigh) and then studying, interupted by a frisbee session in the park.
The weather here has been BEAUTIFUL all weekend. Shorts and tanktop weather, with beautiful sunny skies.
It's fantastic...except I have to sit in a library. urgh.
OH! And I learned the rules for croquet today. hahahahahaaha

Okay, that's the end of this rather boring post...just felt like I should write something down...it was starting to keep me up at night. That, along with all that other stuff. I miss sleeping. :)

Bonnuit. :)
posted by sordaria @ 7:44 PM

mmmm..also Hoodstabank...I think that's how you spell their name...the reason is you...

another song update.

now back to work.

I know, aren't I interesting?
..blah...

oh...put two new pics up on deviant art if anyone wants to check 'em out...nothing much, but just hadn't put anything new up for about 18 million years, so just thought I'd say something about it.
haha
posted by sordaria @ 11:03 AM

I love the song "Adrienna" by The Calling.

I do realize that the majority of my posts recently have concerned some sort of music. I think there's a few reasons for this...
First off, all I do now is study. Study like a mofo. While I study, I listen to music. Some of this music happens to be internet radio stations that play this Adrienna song a lot, hence my obsession. My days are filled with songs from about 10am to 10pm pretty much constantly now, so hence, they have a pretty big regulatory effect on my mood and my posts. :)
Secondly, studying for exams always makes my brain want to think about things other than the readings I'm supposed to be doing, and so flits around and ponders other things that maybe would be better off remaining un-pondered.
This always leads me to want to become a poet or a songwriter to try to get my thoughts and emotions down in some sort of communicable way...but as I'm currently attempting to cram a year's worth of info into my head in 4 weeks, no poems or songs have a chance at making their way onto paper. Therefore, I'm kinda taking other people's works and incorporating them into my life, and they become my theme song for the moment, or the day, or that breath or sigh...

well, that was a random bit of run-on posting.
Time for bed, I think.
Goodnight mes amies...je vous aimes.
posted by sordaria @ 7:06 PM

Nothing gets me like a good beat.

I think I was born to dance.
A good beat, and my head starts bopping...my foot starts tapping....a smile creeps across my face.

Currently, it's Nikka Costa -- Everybody Got Their Something.

Oh, and in other news, the Rhodes Ball is finally over, and I have emerged (alive..I think) and will return to normal life (ie. library and studying). Sorry for the lack of posts lately.....I've been too busy transforming Rhodes House into a huge train with stops in Paris, Vienna and Istambol. Oh baby, oh baby!!


posted by sordaria @ 5:24 PM

This is such BULLSHIT.

I am SO sick of this...all these thoughts that won't stop circling in my head, and these visions that keep coming up central in my brain and my complete inability to explain any of it.
Well, that's not true...I could explain it. But this is not the venue.
But that's the problem -- there is NO venue. The only way this gets dealt with is to go straight to the source, but every time I think of doing that warning signs and flashing lights and barking dogs get in my way and then I start thinking too much and hence the complete BULLSHIT of the whole thing.

Just tell me the truth. I probably know it anyway....I'm perceptive like that. And you know, like I do, that I do deserve to know. More than deserve...need to know, so I can figure out what to do with myself.
posted by sordaria @ 8:08 PM

All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
-- Elias Canetti

Came across this on a deviant art page tonight.
This is so true...especially of things you actively seek to forget.
Your brain won't actually let it disapear without a fight...not if it's important. It'll make you relive it every night...sometimes you won't remember it when you wake up, sometimes it'll just be a flicker of a memory..and sometimes the entire thing will wash over you in one fell swoop...making you cry out when you wake up....wanting to either dive back into the dream or quickly get out of bed and restart the process of forgetting.
posted by sordaria @ 7:46 PM

You know you've been in the windowless basement of the library too long when:
You enter in the midst of a cold, miserable rain storm, and exit to a clear, hot, sunny day.
Not sure what happened here...may have fallen asleep in here and it's actually tommorrow right now...so confused...

urgh
this is what libraries do to me.
weirdness and random blog entries.
Hope you'll enjoy these for the next 5 weeks....
posted by sordaria @ 1:39 PM

May day.

And I mean that in more ways than one.
posted by sordaria @ 12:53 PM