oh

Its been one of those days.

I wore my "Life is good" t-shirt today. Either in hopes that either it will reflect the goodness of this Monday or if not, then it will serve as a reminder that despite all that may go wrong, life is good.

And believe me, things did go wrong today. I woke up early to meet my older adult subject. Except she never showed up (!!!!) and it was cold in the morning and my ass literally froze standing out there for an hour.

It was funny. I was standing, with teeth chattering, when suddenly this blue Airport van pulls up and out pops out Marina and she is hopping and running and losing her pens. "Uhh, Marina?" I inquire and we burst into laughter.

I love my girls. I really do.

Some quotes from tonight:

Marina: When you touch me…I feel….

Me: Ow! Liz why are you smelly burping into my spine and Marina why are you hitting me with the cup measurer?

Marina: [on the phone with her mom in russian] Mama! call me back!!!!
Liz: [in the same tone as marina’s voice] Liz had sex on the couch

[i dont know why but that last one had me rolling around in laughter]

We watched a real bad movie tonight. Match Point. It started out hot but then when there was the murder, i got nauseous and wanted to stab the movie. We fowarded it and ran away from it.

Liz and I are both on the same birth control pill. And we both somehow ended up taking it at the same time. What does this mean? Our hormonal cycles are very similiar. When she wants sex, i want sex too. There was a scene on tv and there were men running, with their shirts off. We literally dropped whatever we had been doing and followed the yummy creatures across the screen. What has happend to us?

Ahem.

In lab, I had another couple come in. This time, the women ended up telling me her whole life story. Her eyes were welling up with tears and we were right in the center of the whole lab, and i didnt know what to do because this grown women was crying next to me. And we really didnt start off on a sad subject. But it lead to death and tragedy and oh. I am going to become one of those old women. Crying in front of strangers, telling them my life story.

Jess drove me back to my apartment. "It smells like candy" i said while walking to her car. "Oh its just the porta-potty," she replied calmly. It was funny, in that lame funny kind of way. We talked a lot in her car. Jess likes to talk a lot, and i think i have finally managed the skill of interrupting her and putting my 2 cents in.

Im really tired. I dont know why Im not asleep. I made an oath to myself that Id go to sleep by 10pm tonight. Why do i make such oaths when i know i wont come through with them? eesh!