One of my friends was complaining about how quaint everything was. "I mean look at that gas station!" he said pointing to a pretty yellow clapboard building with a white awning. Fancy gas pumps painted in the same cheery yellow were lined up neatly in a row. Nicknacks decorated the store's window. "Even the gas station is quaint!"
"It's not quaint," I told him. "It's gaudy."
Most of yesterday and this morning, I was stuck in the epitome of tourist traps, Meredith, for a biochemistry retreat. Last night, I was a nervous wreck since another first year grad student and I were going to present a poster on some work that another grad student had done which was published in Science. We were the only first years presenting a poster, which was odd because we just got here relatively speaking, and I was afraid of making a hash out of someone else's work. Thankfully, the judges thought we did pretty well.
And for anyone wondering about my participation in NaNoWriMo, I finished yesterday. If you're curious, you can read my 51,040 words at Writing Sya. (Warning: This is a very rough draft, possibly with grammatical and spelling mistakes, and with plot holes big enough for an elephant to crawl through. I like the ending though. Dramatic and cheesy.)
1. What's the longest time you've gone without posting an entry in your blog/journal? What was or is the reason behind your dry spell?
I've actually become more consistent in writing here ever since I switched to the blog format last year. Usually my dry spells are during holidays. I'm too lazy to look it up at the moment, but I'm guessing it's the sporadic entries during 2000 and early 2001 every month or so.
2. Are you "going over the river and through the woods" for thanksgiving, or is the gang coming to your place? Perhaps you have something to be particularly thankful for this year. What is it?
Once again, I'm going to be by myself during Thanksgiving. I'm sure my roommates and I will plan something (most likely not a traditional turkey dinner). It's not worth it to fly back home for two extra days. Christmas will be a different story.
3. All those bumper stickers that say, "I'd rather be...", what does yours say?
