My friend Stephanie and I have had Pei Wei probably about 5 or 6 times in the past two weeks. Yesterday we actually tried to branch out by ordering something aside from the tofu teriyaki bowl with rice noodles (as in, we didn't branch away from the restaurant, but we tried to change up our choice of dish), and we enjoyed the new dish, but today we went back to the tried and true. It's sad and funny and also silly that I often wake up looking forward to lunch or dinner because I know that I'll get Pei Wei and that it'll be delicious. It's nice that there is something, however minor, that I can count on to make me if not happy then satisfied, even if just for the time period of a meal. I think more than anything it's funny.
As grad students with endless deadlines and obligations, I think we are forced to revert to depending on the "small things" in life to find an element of contentment. There are too many pressures involved for us to *not* simply find small ways to escape and be happy. To take a break. Yes, I might be struggling with a research proposal or with preparing my conference presentation, but I will use my chopsticks and eat my noodles and be happy.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Endings and Beginnings
Today's the last day of spring break, but really, it already feels over. Tomorrow's Monday, and the normal routine begins again, so today is tainted with the shadow of that. Breaks and holidays are never long enough. Whether they're bad or good, there never seems a time when I am not sorry to see it end. It reminds me of how I felt whenever summer camp would end or whenever the bride and groom at a wedding drive off into the night. Yes, new life or just life resumes, and that can be exciting, but there's still something melancholy about it all.
I graduate in May, and I'm truly nervous about starting somewhere new. I haven't decided where I'm going or what I'll be doing, and it's not a comforting feeling. Even more, though, I am surely sorry at the thought of time ending in Lubbock. After living here for 6 years, it really has become my home, so to imagine leaving it for good-- it's sad. I'm not sure what I'm trying to achieve by getting this down in writing, but it is certainly something that's on my mind.
I'm sure I need to be optimistic and see every ending as some do: a beginning.
I graduate in May, and I'm truly nervous about starting somewhere new. I haven't decided where I'm going or what I'll be doing, and it's not a comforting feeling. Even more, though, I am surely sorry at the thought of time ending in Lubbock. After living here for 6 years, it really has become my home, so to imagine leaving it for good-- it's sad. I'm not sure what I'm trying to achieve by getting this down in writing, but it is certainly something that's on my mind.
I'm sure I need to be optimistic and see every ending as some do: a beginning.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Sick.
I've been sick since Tuesday (I felt it coming on right at the start of class, actually). It has been terrible. I know there's really no reason to write about this here, but seeing as I have to write about something and it has been consuming my life the past few days (and still a bit currently), this is the subject. What's really bad is that I pride myself in not getting sick. Just two weeks ago I was hanging out with a friend who was sick and I confidently told her that I don't get sick and that she need not worry of infecting me. I don't think she did infect me, though, because I don't have what she had, but still-- my strength and credibility? Totally undermined.
So I've been sick and I've been such a baby about it. I've moped and whined, but really, no one was even around to cry to, which made it so much worse. And I think the forces that be conspired against me. Truly, I can't remember a span of two weeks in which I had more work due and more work to do. If there were ever a time where I should pull all-nighters every night, this would be it. And yet, to spite me, my body needs sleep, rest, etc. now more than ever. I literally can't stay up past midnight. I can't. I have tried. I have tried this weekend and this past week, but no. The second the clock strikes twelve, my eyes just close. I HATE being sick.
Oh. And my voice! I've been putting off recording of my podcast for as long as I could, but, unfortunately, I can't put it off any longer. And I sound manly and hoarse and awful. So, if any of you reading this will listen to my podcast, allow me to apologize in advance: I'm sorry. :/
That's all for now.
So I've been sick and I've been such a baby about it. I've moped and whined, but really, no one was even around to cry to, which made it so much worse. And I think the forces that be conspired against me. Truly, I can't remember a span of two weeks in which I had more work due and more work to do. If there were ever a time where I should pull all-nighters every night, this would be it. And yet, to spite me, my body needs sleep, rest, etc. now more than ever. I literally can't stay up past midnight. I can't. I have tried. I have tried this weekend and this past week, but no. The second the clock strikes twelve, my eyes just close. I HATE being sick.
Oh. And my voice! I've been putting off recording of my podcast for as long as I could, but, unfortunately, I can't put it off any longer. And I sound manly and hoarse and awful. So, if any of you reading this will listen to my podcast, allow me to apologize in advance: I'm sorry. :/
That's all for now.
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