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Name: Crystal
Interests: Life that is truly life, making sense of the world in whatever ways are available to me, reading, translation of thoughts into words, growing things, the long-term good, undeserved kindness, self-improvement, the way nature used to be, taking pictures of thought processes, lacrosse, absolute silence, learning how much more there is to learn, variation in the intraspecific agression of Argentine ants, the infinite future, real love. Expertise: I do the best imitation of myself.
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Member Since:
4/29/2003
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| Happy New Year! It's going to be a good one, no matter what happens.
Oh yeah, probably should mention that I'm single again.
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You Are 23 Years Old
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?
This is kind of eerie. It's pretty close!I guess I'm understood, predictable, obvious or something.
Hey, so yes... it's been awhile. I'd tell you what I've been up to that
keeps me so busy, but that's kinda boring. Well I'll sum it up:
Master's research, TAing, grad class, SIO work, and bible study
co-leader. I think I've done laundry once since the school year
started. That's bad, huh? Well I'm still alive and still blessed and
still praising God. I'm still with Jeff and still at UCSD and still
bio-nerding. I haven't read xangas in so long, but don't worry because
I still love you.
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| This week's episode: Beware The Sketchy Shortcut -or- How I Saved Jeff A Bunch Of Money!
On Sunday, Jeff and I went for a walk in the canyon, real casual since I only had my flip flops. It was rather uneventful and didn't really lead anywhere except maybe to a business park? On the way back we laughed at cottontail rabbits pointing their tails at us and we decided to check out a shortcut we had seen on the way in. After about 40m uphill it seemed to end (drats!), but then we saw a thick rope dangling down the eroded hillside. He went up first and I remember thinking we were real cool. As I reached the top he started swatting himself wildly and I thought at first he was nuts. Then I saw the bees. He was wearing black and that makes them real angry so we rappelled back down and decided to throw out that route. He had two stings, one in his ear (no wonder he was nuts) and on his shoulder. We began to leave then he stopped. "My glasses!" Apparently when you're being chased by bees down a steep slope you don't notice vison impairment. Cautiously, I went back up and took a look around: nowhere in sight. The bees were nesting in the crevice between the metal and wood of the telephone pole that anchored the rope. Tugging on it was probably like ringing the doorbell. I went up higher to see if he flung them into the bushes with swatting hands and one bee started buzzing me. I forgot that I was wearing a black hat and, after some panicky swiping, I scooped the bee in the hat and tossed it. Lucky. Then Jeff called up, "How about the bushes on the right?" Lucky again. With relief I snatched them from a lemonade berry bush, dusted off the hat and gotback down. Sweaty and very dusty we made our way back. Next time, I'm gonna wear my boots. | | |
| Dream journal:
Last night I realized I had returned to a place from the previous
night. It was a ritzy but isolated neighborhood of dense housing and
hotels with tropical decor. I ran to find a location I had been before
to fulfill my mission. A band of men were chasing me and only by
disguise or all out running evasive manuevers could I stay a step
ahead. I ran, pursued for the entire dream. I ducked into a man's
residence to hide, but angered him and he chased me into another
residence where I disguised myself as the mother of three cute little
chinese boys by reading them a long bedtime story. Eventually I was
surprise cornered and the beating of my heart woke me.
Perhaps I am taking in too much sci-fi, but all my
life I have had dreams like this. Crazy as it is I want to know what
happens next...
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| Sarah-ism* of the Week: "swoopy spank tank"

Battlestar Galactica - 3 episodes and I'm in the club.
*a Sarah-ism is an unintentional and hilarious utterance by Sarah when she's tired.
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