Oh Hey There II

I just realized that my last post was on Valentine's Day, which was just over two months ago. How crazy is that? I know that it's been a long time, and I haven't posted because I've been extremely busy and I frankly just haven't been too desperate for an emotional outlet like this. I also can't remember what it was that made me write so much on Valentine's Day - not that I disagree with any of it, but apparently I was in a really great mood that day. Or it was Valentine's Day and I was pondering what it is in life that matters to me. That's probably more like it.

And here I still have little new to report - it matters to me and probably not much to anyone else. I worry that I've lost the habit of making friends, which is a pretty important one, because I work so much. Then again, I just care too much about the education to stop doing it. Take physics, for example - I used to be unenthused about it, but I couldn't write enough good things on the course eval form tonight after a really good semester of learning from someone who actually enjoys his job. It's also secretly one thing that really bothers me about the neurosci department - all the profs and students seem to have this crazy ego problem that seriously needs to be shot down to spare us all the drama. Looks like Z and I are two of the very few normal ones (and if you thought I was an egomaniac, that tells you something). It might just become my personal goal in the next two years to get at lease ONE of them to lighten up.

Also on the brain - how do people live like my roommate? She doesn't have any friends at school, after three years of being here. I think that would make me kind of depressed. That's not to say that I have a ton of friends, but I have someone to commiserate with over homework during the week and over a beer on the weekend. And if I find myself walking home from class at night, wishing I could share NYC with someone I loved, how must she feel every day?

I'm thinking of starting a new blog for my European adventures. Not that I don't love you, dear Iris, but you're one for the serious side of things and I don't need all this baggage broadcasted to my family when they ask what I've been doing in Italy and I tell them to check out the blog. I have four months to think of a catchy, meaningful title... If I were going to Spain it'd definitely be called "The Brain in Spain"... hm... "Little Me in Italy"? "Across the Pond with Gelato and a MacBook." lame. "Dense in Florence" may be more accurate. Must work on that. Also must figure out a better way to express an ongoing thought than with constant ellipses, since my life is an ongoing thought...

In the meantime, there is work to be done...