Monday, September 29, 2008


Time for a short update, I guess.

My petrology class and the undergrad group that accompanied us returned last night around 9 pm. Well, technically that was when the last of us got in -- the other two cars chose to go on ahead of us once we crossed back into the U.S.

It was a good time! Lots of great old basalts in surprisingly good condition, especially when the whole vesicular (high surface area), billion-plus year old petrified lava thing comes into play. We took many pounds of samples and enjoyed some REALLY nice weather along the lake shore.

Pictures to come after I've had some more rest.

Also: I have arsenides in my room. Bwahahaha. Don't worry, I know how to handle them safely, and I won't let anyone else touch them. Or lick them.

Friday, September 19, 2008

FND and Mamainse Point

School starts and this blog gets boring. Typical.

Notre Dame week and prepping for no less than TWO research projects. And working all the while. The only interesting (read: unpredictable) events are SMB gigs and my knee, neither of which are interesting enough to post about.

So, 9 am rehearsal tomorrow and bed as soon as the laundry's done.

Later, homies.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

This is me, five years ago at Freshman Dress 2004. I came back from the gig I played tonight to find a bunch of old pictures in one of my old section leader's albums had been tagged, so this was sitting at the top of my home page.

Now? Much different.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Recent Studies Have Suggested . . .

. . . That one keeps growing until about the age of 21. Initially published sometime while I was in high school, that gave me hopes late in high school that I could make it past the mark of 5'7" I've been hovering near since the early 2000s. However, we've also known, thanks to near-identical elementary and middle school projects, that my wingspan has consistently been 1/2" longer than my height.

It's also well-known that it's nearly impossible to find tailored shirts that fit my frame correctly. No one, apparently, expects a female to be somewhat skinny and have broad shoulders/long arms at the same time. That means I'm forced to wear shirts that, while fitting my arms and sometimes my shoulders, might otherwise appear scruffy because they're baggy. If I go for fitting to the torso, there's an inch or two of wrist poking out of the sleeves! Very frustrating.

We did a couple of rough measures yesterday, and yeah, I seem to have grown an additional half an inch in height. I was okay with that, then Mom suggested measuring my wingspan. I was expecting to fall within the half-inch surplus measured in the past.

Nope. Figured out where my extra growth went.

Let's just say that if height were measured in one's wingspan, I would be 5'9", maybe 5'10".