the sweet taste of freedom*

*originally from LJ

After briefly losing my marbles on thursday, I managed to find enough of them to finish my paper friday morning. 40 pages of text, 50 pages with figures, endnotes, citations, etc... It was my masterpiece. I pity anyone who has to read it. My motivation for finishing it early was to get the goodies the secretary was giving away. I got a Cornell-in-Washington mug (high quality!), a group picture in front of the building, and a group picture with Ruth (Bader Ginsberg).

My dad is picking me up tomorrow at 10am, so I have to pack all my stuff up today. We also have to clean the apartment. Christine traded us the bathroom for the fridge. She doesn't want anything to do with cleaning the fridge so she volunteered to clean the toilet. I'm not sure if I would've made that choice... then again looking in the fridge, I think I see her point. I made some mashed potatoes a few months ago, I think I'll just throw the tupperwear away. It's probably safer that way.

Although moving can be kinda fun... change of scenery, finding all the stuff you thought you'd lost... I think I'm finally sick of it. I've moved every year in the last 2 years, and I'm moving 2 times this year. My friend in Boston has lived in the same place for the last 3.5 years so I can understand when he's sad to leave it. He rightly calls it his home. Well, I'm not particularly attached to any place I've lived in the last 2.5 years. They were all just rooms in a dorm or apartment. I want a home! :(

We went shopping in Georgetown yesterday and we saw all this cool stuff you can use to decorate a cool apartment! I want a cool apartment! With little knick knacks everywhere. Not too many though, you wouldn't want them to overpower you.

Now for some good news... I had an excellent dream last night. I was dating this performance artist, Ito. He was very artsy looking. Anyways, he had just opened a new show and I went to see it. It was a film put to music, no dialogue. It was broken up in to 3 parts, each shown in a different room. So you would have to move on when one part was over. I probably couldn't recall all the details but I got to see the entire thing in my dream and it was very cool. This Ito was one brilliant artist. Oh wait, it was my brain's creation, I'm a brilliant artist (trapped in the body of a scientist). I'm thinking I should stop dating computer nerds and move on to some artsy fartsy dude. At least as a trial run. I need to try on someone eccentric to see if maybe I like that better. But alas, I don't think I'm the type of person a cool arteest would date. Bummer.