change of weather.

change of weather.

Yesterday, late night bingo, tonight, late night knee swelling.

Our school held a bingo night yesterday, to which I was terribly excited (they had food, and I didn't, so it was quite appropriate to attend). I texted Julia (who made fun of me for my excitement), and was joined later by Errol, and Jenny and Lemon came towards the later part. Alas! We didn't win, but it was pretty fun, and I was delightfully full of pizza, kool aid, and misc. snacks. :D


I've also been trying to study up on equipment, lately. I know I won't fully understand it, but at least I'm making an effort to learn more about the process. On that note, today, my boss came in, and after praising me about what I've been doing for our lab, questioned whether I'd be going to graduate school. I hesitated for a moment, but then told her my plans of getting into the industry, making music, and finding an internship. To my surprise, she was rather supportive, and I believe she was genuine. She told me that I should chase my dreams, and though it may seem like I may have to depend on luck sometimes, I will never know unless I try. She spoke of how there are many possibilities for success in life, and though I had getting my phD as a backup plan, there still is plenty of time. I was taken aback. How lovely.

Speaking of the future makes me a bit anxious, a symptom which seems to be contagious. Seeing some of my friends and hearing of their anxieties about graduation worries me, and while some laugh and say that they should chose the easy path, or believe it really isn't a big deal, believe me, it really is. And I sympathize with them, it really is scary thinking that the foundation is set, and you will finally be picking out the pieces to build upon. Though there are many choices, ultimately, what will make you happy or successful, and at what price? Who will be there for you? Where will you go? Maybe some of us are too afraid of growing up or letting go. Then, there are the others who are too willing to drop everything and leave. Where do you fit?

Maybe it's the change of weather, but somehow, you make me lonely.