hidden treasures*

*originally from LJ

My parents are packing up and leaving for that place where all parents eventually go, the Mecca of New York's aging population - Florida. Not that my parents are aging. They are both in their mid-40s. It really doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I've learned long ago that there is no method to their madness, you just have to go with the flow. Sorry for all the cliches.

My mother called me yesterday to tell me that while cleaning the bathroom cabinet, she found my retainer. I got my braces off sometime around freshman year of high school and was supposed to wear that thing at nights which I gave up about a month after getting it. I had to go back to the orthodontist about every month for a checkup and well after I'd stopped wearing it he would glowingly say "you're doing great! keep it up!"

Eventually, the container with my retainer got toseed somewhere. I had always wondered where it went. I told my mom to throw it out but now I'm wondering if I should've kept it for sentimental reasons. I'm kind of curious to try it on and see just how much my teeth have moved in the last 8 years. It would probably hurt a lot.

In other news, I'm almost ready to pick my thesis lab. In fact, I've sort of picked it and now I'm just sitting on the decision to see how it feels. I'll let you in on a little secret: I'm afraid of commitment.

I'm going to the Whitney today with Katie, followed by watching some Olympic trials: Katie's obsession - track and field, and swimming. I wish I had a great talent that everyone acknowledged.

Oh, and I now join the elite, the chosen few, in having a Gmail account :) teehee