leaves in books

I like to find the best leaves. The ones that arent scraped or torn. And with the perfect shade of autumn. And I take these leaves, and I squeeze them between the pages of big big big textbooks. And so they sit there for months and years until one day, I find them. They are memories of beauty. They are a collection of time. They are a collection of colors.

Today was a warm autumn day. Each day there are more and more leaves on the ground. Each day, the wind is stripping trees. In my walk back to my apartment today, I noticed this one big tree. The leaves were colored a tan brown. And with every soft breeze, leaves kept falling. Ever so gracefully. Like birds with wings. And I dont know why, but I almost wanted to cry. I wanted to run around collecting all the leaves that were falling from the sky. I wanted to collect them all. [and glue them back to the tree]

Today has just been one of those days.

I realize things. I mull them over. And I sigh.

I dont want to trust males. Sometimes, a song or a word will remind me of you or him or that dude and well, it reminds me of how much I have been hurt. And its not that I dont trust males now. It is that if any come into my life, I wont want to trust them.

A conversation this morning over cereal:

Me: I went to the health center. And saw the gyno. She didnt recognize me. How can she not recognize me when she stuffed her finger into my vagina?!
Liz: ha! Thats your usual complaint with males.

We both knew it was wrong but funny nonetheless.

Ahem.

A wacky story:
I came into lab today. The first thing to do when I get to my computer is of course check email. But! it kept saying "Unable to connect" and i got frustrated. Did someone move my computer again? I climbed under my desk to make sure the cable was in properly. Alas. Still doesnt work.

I asked Brian for help. He started playing around with passwords and other some such nonsense. And soon enough I found out that my computer was taken off the network. Apparently Bob got an email that one of the computers in the lab was being hacked into by the Romanians and because of its danger to the rest of the online community, the computer was stripped of its network capabilities. Of course my computer just HAD to be the one that the Romanians hacked into.

Brian is the lab assistant. He deals with everything and anything that goes wrong in the lab. I asked him to go down to the networking people to resolve this issue with me. I dont understand computer-talk. Especially not with all the comp-sci dudes.

Before I even approached Brian, I noticed he was sending off negative rays. But i approached him anyways. He gave me THE look. "Can we do it tomorrow?" And i thought about how i hadnt been in lab yesterday and I had plenty of work to do. "umm sure," i replied. And before i knew it he growled at me. "im in a bad moon. Go away."

brian is the perfect example that boys have pms. He is so moody and you better be careful when he is one of these moods. He once told me how his (now ex) girlfriend woke him up by singing to him. Trying to serenade him. He almost threw her off the bed and almost broke up with her right on the spot. Brian is not a morning person.

But it amazes me nonetheless. My mom has always told me that if Im in a bad mood, the entire world doesnt need to know.

My cognitive exam was impossible. But that was to be expected. I really hate multiple choice. I always want to choose two answers. Im better with short answer and essays. Leaves me room to bullshit my way to the correct answer.

I splurged and bought myself a caramel macchiato. Ive decided thats my favorite drink. EVER. And I also got a yogurt parfait. I really know how to splurge. Mmm.

Funny moment of the day:
You know those moments when you are walking down the street or hallway, and there is a person coming from the opposite side. And you both are walking on the path, destined to collide. So you move to the left, so that the person will go past you on the right. Except the person moves out of the way too, and you are both stepping left and right and left and right, until eventually you pick a pathway that wont mean collision. Well this morning, i had one of those moments.

A girl was exiting, as i was entering the science building. We were facing each other. I was going towards her and she was going towards me. I stepped right and she stepped to her left and I stepped to my left and she stepped to her right and eventually WHAM! we collided into one another. Full body collision. We both squealed "sorry!" and tried to pretend it never happened.

I am addicted to this song(it is Voxtrot, The Start of Something):

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