and so begins another week…

February 26, 2007 at 9:07 am (Uncategorized)

…in the monotonous life of a lab manager. or at least it feels monotonous sometimes. maybe because i don’t have tests to stress about? or because my life no longer can be broken up into semesters? now instead i seem to measure my life by how soon i’ll get my next huge cup of coffee. at the moment, there are four different to-go coffee cups on my desk, from 3 different places (yes, one is from starbucks, but it’s not my fault- i had a gift certificate!). three are empty, but apparently i’m too lazy to throw them away. the fourth is quickly becoming empty. hopefully i’ll actually remember to grab some half-and-half on my way home today, so i can make my own coffee instead of spending 2 bucks a day on take out. mmmm, caffeine…

on to slightly more interesting things…i was going to mention how i think of some very strange things while on the bus to work, like how i actually prefer monday mornings to friday afternoons (because i have energy at the beginning of the week and i really hate those friday afternoons that just drag on FOREVER), but of course now that i’m in front of my computer, i can’t think of any good examples. i did see some strange things on the way to work, though. a few days ago, i noticed that there was a cat on the roof of a house that i pass on the way to the bus stop. nothing weird about that. upon closer inspection, i noticed that there was not just one cat on said roof, but at least 15! what the hell? i’ve seen this phenomenon several times now at the same house. does the person who lives there throw fish on the roof? or does that person smoke catnip, and the cats gather were the smoke leaves through the roof? i’ll try to remember to bring my camera tomorrow, so i can take a picture of this weirdness.

i’ve also started to notice that several of the houses in my neighborhood have big statues of roman ladies holding pots or vases in their yards. cool. i’ve always enjoyed real and faux-roman art (five long years of latin will do that to you, not to mention having a mom who majored in art history). however, as you get closer to campus, the statues change. instead of faux roman ladies, there is a disturbingly high number of pig statues. now, don’t get me wrong, i have nothing against pigs, it’s just weird that i saw at least five houses with life sized pig statues, including one where someone had put sunglasses on the pig. very, very austin of them.

of course, no description of life in austin would be complete without mentioning at least one strange person i observed. no one really strange today, though i did see a girl who must have had “keep on truckin’ ” in her head, because she was indeed doing the “truckin’ ” walk. whatever. i wonder if i appear strange to people? probably, especially before i get some coffee.

midday update! i observed some more strange behavior, involving boys with beards! i was sitting in seminar, which was incredibly boring, so instead of paying attention i started looking around the room. at any given moment, at least 5 or 6 guys were stroking their beards in that “hmm, i am appearing to be thinking” kind of way, even the guys who just had stubble. does it really have anything to do with thinking? i’m pretty fidgety, but i don’t sit and stroke my chin while thinking unless i’m being sarcastic or assy. so are these guys just playing with their face hair? i asked the boy about it and he said it’s just fun.

“it’s like a head handle,” he told me. he only messed with his beard when he was thinking about his beard, not thinking about stuff in general (he’s beardless now, his mom guilted him out of it).

my conclusion: boys are weird.

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