Delusions of Grandeur

• When They Reminisce…

  Posted: November 26, 2007, 6:32 pm by chi

  soundtrak: fan modine :: we are decades

  - i don’t know if it’s a result of still living in the place where i grew up or the fact that my ten year high school reunion is coming up next year, but i’ve been getting in contact with alot of people from secondary school. most of the people i went to high school with, i also went to middle school and even elementary school with as well. this past week, i friended (on facebook), the guy that used to make fun of me in elementary school (like first grade), but became friends in high school. it’s so weird; we’ve known each other for 21 years.
  - this weekend, i met up with the biochemistry crew. i haven’t seen nic’s baby since he was born; well, in person at least… she’s always sending pictures. he’s adorable and the most good natured baby i’ve ever met. D and the boy are also doing well, respectively.
  - for a group of friends that have been friends as long as we have, it’s odd. we still have secrets among us. i know i didn’t really tell the boy about my problems at school and nic didn’t tell me about the surgery that she had recently. yet, we conversate like we all know what’s going on and try not to act shocked when we find out something that we didn’t know. anyways, there is more to that that i will go into in another entry.
  - thanksgiving was kinda crazy. i already have a large family as it is, so when you add in-laws, it just gets a little crazier. this year, i also invited aabs and MD over. lots of food, lots of laughs, lots of teasing; i woke up with a ‘hangover’ the next morning and ended up getting to work late.
  - on facebook, i’m friends with alot of the youth that i work with at church. one of them left me a message when i changed my status saying that i would be in lab this friday: i didn’t know you were a scientist! the thing is i really don’t see myself as a scientist, even though that’s what i am. but that’s what i’m trained to be, so i guess i am. the same way that a postdoc is a doctor, but not really; they’re still technically in training. we don’t call postdocs, dr. so-and-so here at work…. we just call them ‘bob’.
  - work has been okay. i have been working extra hard these past couple of months. my meeting/presentation is next week, so i’m working on the poster this week. then i need to focus on applications and quickly and then maybe i can breathe for a minute.
  - something that i wrote down during the sermon this weekend: sometimes we’re scared to try something new because we’re scared of the consequences of that action; we’re scared of experiencing those circumstances. but we don’t think about how those consequences can help us grow. and i know i’ve been through some shit these past 6-7 months, but i know it’s only God helping me to grow and expand beyond my box. so i’m grateful for the experience.
  - i wish i could apply that same sort of thinking with interacting with cute postdoc. i just freeze up and get so anxious, when really we’re the same person; i think we both have mild OCD (i clean my bathroom every other day y’all….). i only have 2-3 weeks left. argh!

  anyways. i feel that i could have written this entry a bit better, but i couldn’t figure out how to do that, so i just started typing. well… on to work.

  peace.

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