I think I finally have another roommate I like. Thank goodness. Hopefully I won’t have jinxed it by committing it to paper, er, blog. She’s very nice, a grad student at WU, and has two cats. She’s not too much younger than me, and we seem to have quite a bit in common (we even have the same laptop–go Apple!). Since I have someone to share the bill, we got hi-speed internet too, joy of all joys. Here’s hoping we can actually *do* the self-install.
So, welcome to September. I can’t believe school’s back in session again. Seasons just keep marching on. I’ve had two Biochemistry classes so far, and luckily it’s been stuff I’ve seen before, though I’ll certainly have to break out my old Orgo book and take a look at things. Is it silly to be mad that we have to write a journal-review paper (at least I think that’s what it will be) that’s due on Dec 1? Recall that I’ve done NaNoWriMo for the last two years, and I already have an idea for it…I don’t know if I’ll be able to do classwork, a class paper, AND write 50k words worth of fluff all in November. Guess we’ll see…
Tomorrow is my first Habitat for Humanity build. I’ve got to figure out what clothes I have I don’t mind getting dirty. I wonder how many times I’ll get to do it; Saturdays seem to be precious commodities these days, what with HfH and my mom’s shows and finishing up the anthology (which I finally turned in, after much procrastination on everyone’s part).
On a side note, I saw my cousin Trevor today. He just graduated from school and was interviewing for a job at the med school. I had decided to walk to work today instead of taking the shuttle, and I’m glad I did, or else I wouldn’t have seen him. Good luck, cuz!
Hopefully I can get my med school app in this weekend. And cross your fingers on that one.

One day, I will have a music room, filled with instruments. A piano, of course, but perhaps a digital one in addition to the classic baby grand, so I can transcribe the notes directly onto computer. A hammered dulcimer, certainly. Wind chimes, near a window. A drum set, perhaps, but not just the snares and bass; hand drums (what are they called in Gaelic?) shakers…a brass instrument here or there…
and I will know how to play them all.
But I especially want the hammered dulcimer.
(Still working on the med school essay. Just signed up for biochemistry this fall. Decided to not worry about it kicking my ass, even though it probably will, because Bernard, a coworker, told me not to. And as the song says:
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.)

Cleaned most of the apartment today. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. It’s even nicer that my roommate helped out. I had to ask her to do so (I hope I managed to do so nicely) but she did a good job. Definitely seems like she’s a little unused to cleaning up after herself, but hopefully that is something we can work on. Ah, to be young and without responsibility.
It’s times like these when I realize how much of a Virgo I am. I’m not normally anal about cleaning, but when I get into it, I really do. And it bugs me when things aren’t in their place. Don’t get me wrong, my room is as messy as a teenager’s, but I know where things are. There is a pathway to my bed and by golly it’s going to stay open. I like the spaces that I occupy to be, if not clean, at least inhabitable, and it makes me angry when they’re not. My mother pointed out to me that having a roommate is a great preparation for being married, as the future Mr. Whoever will certainly have his quirks that I can’t stand, but will have to, because it’s the right thing to do. I hope that I have learned patience; I certainly have learned that if I want something a certain way, I usually have to do it myself. Which is okay.