she is a dress wearing a face

The weirdest thing happened to me a little while ago. I started singing "Polaris" by Jimmy Eat World, then I stopped for a second because there was a peculiar sound coming from my pocket.

My phone was singing "Polaris" with me. I have no idea how that happened.

Oh yeah. I got a new phone. My much loved Motorola LG was confiscated by my mother, because "it's so ugly". So I have a Nokia camera/music phone. Fun, but I still miss my phone. *sigh*

Also just a little while ago, I was down in the ballet studio dropping off my music, and Isaac was there. (I'm pretty sure I know his last name, but I want to preserve some of his privacy.) He was ward choir director freshman year, so I smiled brightly at him as I left.

And he totally just ... looked away quickly. He was talking to Jeff at the time, but I wonder about that. This brings me to something I've been thinking about lately, and that is the acquaintances I've had in my wards.

I pretty much remember everyone's name and face. Not everyone, but I recognize most people and where I know them from. I'm also good at pretending not to see them, so if they want to say hi to me, they have to start. Most of the time they just glance away quickly as well.

Unless I happen to be in a class with them. Then they're all chummy "We were in the same ward two/three years ago!" and I wonder what changed. I don't really care if you talk to me or not.

And I wonder why I'm not good at keeping friends? Ha!

My computer took half an hour for me to be able to use it just now. Silvey is getting old.

This is one of my more random posts. >.< Sorry about that.

"Whatever You Want" ~ Vienna Teng

feather moon, starlit sky, dead of night, my blinded eye

My roommates commented the other night that various things about my blog seem emo -- namely, my title and subject lines. I'm not an emo person. I promise. I'm a generally happy person.

Just not today.

Yesterday when I walked to school, the stars were still out. Nice and bright. I picked out Orion and the Big Dipper (the only constellations I can actually identify). When I walked home from school last night, the stars were out.

The reason for this? My Mentored Lab Techniques class. I've never hated a class so much.

Basically, what I do is try and follow lab protocol and get the right results. Have I ever managed to get the right results? Never. But I always keep trying. I spend hours and hours in the lab, doing and redoing all the various steps.

All in vain, of course.

But that's not the worst of it. I sort of realized last night/this morning that this class will probably ruin my life more fundamentally than a failing grade and a possible non-graduation.

See, I spend a lot of time around ethidium bromide. EtBr for short, this molecule intercalates between the bases of DNA (which makes it a great gel stainer). If you touch it, it can intercalate between the bases of your DNA. It causes mutations. Since I'm just a tiny bit reckless (I do try to be careful, but I do silly things like wear my gloves to not get it on my skin, then use my gloves on my computer, then later on take off my gloves and still use my computer) I'm certain I've been very exposed to EtBr.

I'm going to get cancer.

Worst of all, I think, is if it goes and gets in my oocytes and mutates them. That means that I will have mutated children.

Dang it, I'm crying again. I've been crying all day.

I also have carpal tunnel. At least, I think I do. My wrists hurt a lot, at any rate. The lab work requires a lot of little intense turning things -- changing the pipets, opening the autoclave, and ... other things. today my wrists are so stiff I can hardly type -- I'm going to have to mark at voice lessons, and that makes me feel bad for the singers. I can't keep doing this.

What would make a good name for this disease I have where I cry for no reason? Lachrymosia? Lachrymosis? Ooh, I like that one.

I want to have beautiful, healthy, normal children. I want to play piano. I don't want to work in a lab all my life.

title from "Feather Moon" - Vienna Teng