Monday, January 18, 2010
A series of unrelated tales with a central protagonist
It wouldn't be a night out at Bent Willey's if I wasn't stuck between two groups of Guidos from Jersey who cut in line, arguing over which one of them is more hardcore because of where in Jersey they grew up. Nothing like starting a night out with a a metaphorical dick measuring contest.
At the same night, a friend of a friend was turning 21. I was supposed to meet the birthday girl on the behest of my friends, because "she's single, you're single." It's like the game memory: There's one, there's another. Match!
She never made it out to Bent because her house party was packed and happening and all that Jazz. So I ended up alone at Bent. I was going to go home, crash early for church, but my friend Arzu came out, paying back one of the many favors I racked up supporting her through a traumatic break-up. Her boyfriend, her, and myself danced the remainder of the night away, and I felt less sad for doing so. Talk about a life saver.
I ended up meeting someone named Brooke. She was out with her boyfriend. I had one conversation with her, asking her about her leopard print gloves. That pseudo-80s style looks like something that Jen would like, and something that would be for sale at Rue 21. After that conversation, I got death stares from her boyfriend anytime I entered his visual field. I found that a little flattering. Thank you, whoever you are, for thinking me a threat, when she's obviously out of my league.
Nightlife stories aside, I've covered three chapters on Buddhism in my readings. I have to put it down soon to do homework, otherwise I won't be able to go out to Swing Dance tomorrow night. I definitely want to have my Lindi Hop down should I decide to relocate to a more urban area after graduation. But I'm covering the basic stuff right now. It will help me grow, but as of yet, it will not help me heal.
My curious kitten Kara had her first experience with Sriracha, also known as "Cock Sauce" for the rooster on its label. She got too close when sniffing the bottle (before I could take it off the table) and got some on her nose. She spent like 20 minutes silently sneezing as she tried to purge the burnination from her sinuses. Poor kitty.
My best friend Chuck is throwing a send-off party this weekend in Pittsburgh. To complete his PhD Fellowship, he has to spend 4 months doing research in Brazil as part of a sustainability study. Basically, he's trying to build sensors that could tell us if an oil pipeline is going to blow up from overpressure. Hopefully, it will prevent pipelines from becoming eco-disasters in the future.
It will suck that he will not be around for 4 months, but this weekend will surely be a good time. We're going out on a bar crawl, after going to the hofbrauhaus in Pittsburgh. German beer, german food, live music, with a night of drinking with fellow Pens fans. I should only be out of town for day. Chuck wants space this weekend to pack, and I have a cat that I don't want to leave alone, seeing as she is undaunted by high balconies, expensive computers, or spicy sauces. She needs attention and supervision. But who knows, depending on how much time I have, I might stop by and visit some of my friends out in the Swickley area.
Therapy is going well, in the sense that I'm comfortable being there and talking about what's going on with my life. I'm at a point where I'm conflicted with my temper. There are two selfish people here in Morgantown, whom I have every right to be mad at them, and wish very bad things upon them, but on the same token, I really have no reason to be upset with them. I think discussing how to manage anger in these situations will be beneficial to the work in progress that is me.
My goal this week is to focus on my breathing, which I'm doing as part of my meditation anyway, and aside from cataloging and confronting automatic negative thoughts I'm to focus on creating automatic positive thoughts. I've always thought my cynical thoughts were an aid to being an engineer. When you can imagine what can go wrong, you can safeguard against it. Its the unknown unknowns that really get you in life.
Well, enough for now. Back to the grind.
At the same night, a friend of a friend was turning 21. I was supposed to meet the birthday girl on the behest of my friends, because "she's single, you're single." It's like the game memory: There's one, there's another. Match!
She never made it out to Bent because her house party was packed and happening and all that Jazz. So I ended up alone at Bent. I was going to go home, crash early for church, but my friend Arzu came out, paying back one of the many favors I racked up supporting her through a traumatic break-up. Her boyfriend, her, and myself danced the remainder of the night away, and I felt less sad for doing so. Talk about a life saver.
I ended up meeting someone named Brooke. She was out with her boyfriend. I had one conversation with her, asking her about her leopard print gloves. That pseudo-80s style looks like something that Jen would like, and something that would be for sale at Rue 21. After that conversation, I got death stares from her boyfriend anytime I entered his visual field. I found that a little flattering. Thank you, whoever you are, for thinking me a threat, when she's obviously out of my league.
Nightlife stories aside, I've covered three chapters on Buddhism in my readings. I have to put it down soon to do homework, otherwise I won't be able to go out to Swing Dance tomorrow night. I definitely want to have my Lindi Hop down should I decide to relocate to a more urban area after graduation. But I'm covering the basic stuff right now. It will help me grow, but as of yet, it will not help me heal.
My curious kitten Kara had her first experience with Sriracha, also known as "Cock Sauce" for the rooster on its label. She got too close when sniffing the bottle (before I could take it off the table) and got some on her nose. She spent like 20 minutes silently sneezing as she tried to purge the burnination from her sinuses. Poor kitty.
My best friend Chuck is throwing a send-off party this weekend in Pittsburgh. To complete his PhD Fellowship, he has to spend 4 months doing research in Brazil as part of a sustainability study. Basically, he's trying to build sensors that could tell us if an oil pipeline is going to blow up from overpressure. Hopefully, it will prevent pipelines from becoming eco-disasters in the future.
It will suck that he will not be around for 4 months, but this weekend will surely be a good time. We're going out on a bar crawl, after going to the hofbrauhaus in Pittsburgh. German beer, german food, live music, with a night of drinking with fellow Pens fans. I should only be out of town for day. Chuck wants space this weekend to pack, and I have a cat that I don't want to leave alone, seeing as she is undaunted by high balconies, expensive computers, or spicy sauces. She needs attention and supervision. But who knows, depending on how much time I have, I might stop by and visit some of my friends out in the Swickley area.
Therapy is going well, in the sense that I'm comfortable being there and talking about what's going on with my life. I'm at a point where I'm conflicted with my temper. There are two selfish people here in Morgantown, whom I have every right to be mad at them, and wish very bad things upon them, but on the same token, I really have no reason to be upset with them. I think discussing how to manage anger in these situations will be beneficial to the work in progress that is me.
My goal this week is to focus on my breathing, which I'm doing as part of my meditation anyway, and aside from cataloging and confronting automatic negative thoughts I'm to focus on creating automatic positive thoughts. I've always thought my cynical thoughts were an aid to being an engineer. When you can imagine what can go wrong, you can safeguard against it. Its the unknown unknowns that really get you in life.
Well, enough for now. Back to the grind.
# posted by Chris Wilson : 11:58:00 PM
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