so my last entry was facetious. because the existence of the human species as we know it is based on moving. so there.

and it's, ya know, whatever.

actually, my real thoughts on the matter are that moving is an absurd concept, and evolutionarily, people aren't supposed to do it. i mean, i'm excited and stuff. but my brain just can't grasp what all this business means. so i'm just hanging out, moved but not moving in my head. wierd.

this is a post of emotional messiness/going away business. i just got back from my last fieldwork trip with esco ever last night and it struck me how soon i'm leaving my entire life behind. and i'm freaking out and wish i was twelve so i could just live with my parents and they wouldn't break my heart and i wouldn't be abandoning them. that, ( Read more... )

sometimes when i'm sitting out in the middle of nowhere cutting grass i think about how ridiculous my job is. then i see a rattlesnake about three meters (sorry about the sciency measurement) from my test plot, and i think how they better start giving me more perks. like real coffee rather than folgers. but it's money, right ( Read more... )

i somehow managed to contract the stomach flu from hell the day after i got back from spain. which means that i've been laying low and apologizing to my stomach for whatever i did to anger it. and promising that it'll never happen again ( Read more... )

not really burned, though. more of a pinkish tan. and, i´m already starting to think in spanish. nothing more than, "si" when my colorado brain would think, "yes"---but it´s a bit of an improvement ( Read more... )

after being ridiculously hung over all day sunday, i've decided to abstain from alcohol for the rest of my life. which won't happen, since i'm bound for the land of sangria--la viaje begins tommorrow morning at ten forty sharp ( Read more... )

sometimes stalking people out on the internet just makes you creepy. other times, it has the best results ever ( Read more... )

work today: slow, boring, slow, headache and nausea inducing. buh ( Read more... )

sometimes i ponder the depravity of inanimate objects. like my keys.

amongst my reading list for the weekend:
size, function, and life history
ecological implications of body size

damn am i boring.