<---failedscientist--->

I have a recurring dream that freaks me out every time, and it just happened again last night!
It always pretty much has the same set up: I think I'm alone, but I'm not really alone. Then I realize that someone is talking to me, and when I look up, it's L.P. Usually, he either snubs me, pushes me away, or (like last night) tells me how much he doesn't like me.
And then I wake up, feeling like it actually happened.

In real life, everything's fine (to my knowledge). I mean, L.P. isn't the type of person who's really affectionate or great with words. In contrast, I am the type of person who should be in the Special Olympics of relationships, seen as to I still can't talk about my feelings, much less express them, without the aid of a sock puppet. hahaha
But, with all my friends, I am usually able to tell if something is not quite right after awhile....or if it blatantly hits me in the face.

So what is up with the dreams!? We had a lot of fun last night! Bean, her cousin, L.P., and me all headed to The Venue to see Of Montreal perform. For those of you unfamiliar with Of Montreal, they look like the village people on acid and sound kind of like Group X....except Group X is trying to be funny, and Of Montreal is completely serious.

"I’ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride being stripped bare" ?
"Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica " ?
"We just want to emote 'til we're dead" ?
"Is that my reflection in the Damascus play? How they claw me in my foster or false reflection" ?
one word: awesome. lol.

I was particularly fond of the dancing pig with the sequins top, the dinosaur with the giant arms, the dancing buddha-looking things, the bag of nacho cheese doritos, the huge black guy in the corner of the room with a pained look on his face, and the drag show put on by Kevin Barnes (who is surprisingly not gay). L.P. was nice...letting me borrow his brown jacket, so that I looked like a giant dancing turd at the concert......these dreams have to stop.
The only downside to the whole thing was that a drunk girl puked on Bean's cousin's shoes. :-P
Heh, speaking of drunk, when I got home, my roommates were all drunkety drunk drunk. I kid you not. hahahaha. Before leaving for the concert, we had a bachelorette party for my roommate Heather, who's getting married soon. I baked a penis cake for the event (or a "caaaahke," as I like to say) at Bean's place ;-) It was all types of ridiculous and fun....particularly because Bean was pretty embarassed. haha. The girls loved it though. Fatty Acid and me did the decorations, blowing up condoms, putting up streamers, and (my particular favorite) putting up a game of "Pin the Junk on the Hunk" on the wall. hahaha. Before I left for the concert, I had three white russians, but that's it. My roommates? they emptied the entire bottle of Kahlua. lol.


Today I'm planning on taking my car to Jiffy Lube to get the front right headlight changed. Marta and Charlie offered to do it when they walked me out to my car on Wednesday, but I feel kind of weird turning my genetics prof into my mechanic....
(me) "Yeah, I should probably take my car home now....I'm kind of running from the law"
(Marta) "how so?"
(me) "I can only drive in the day because my headlight isn't working...and I'm afraid of getting a ticket"
(Charlie) "Just buy the lightbulb and swing by our place and we'll change it for ya!"
(Marta) "Yeah, I'm sure I can do it!"

aaaw, I love Marta and Charlie. :-) I officially got Marta's blessings to call her Marta. haha. Before leaving for Thanksgiving, I swung by her office to say goodbye, and was like: "Have a Happy Thanksgiving Doc Wayne :-)"
(Marta) "Call me Marta!"
I felt we reached a breakthrough right there....brings a tear to the eye, if you know what I mean. haha

I'm not going to lie, I love my job and lab meeting and everything. Marta is so frickin' nice to me, sometimes I forget I'm talking to a professor and not Bean. She just swings by to talk....who does that!? Definitely not my last P.I.
I'm dipping out on the Christmas Party for my last lab. Bean wants me to go but....um.....no. haha. I don't get to hang out with the kids from the Kenna Lab much anymore...which does kind of suck. I sometimes feel like I'm that kid in the sandbox that no one wants to play with, waving my arms desperately, with an expression that reads "hey guys! over here! yeah! remember me!?! I know you guys have your cliques and all, but aren't us nerds supposed to band together?!?!?"
but that's life, I suppose. 
I'm going to the Wayne Lab Christmas party (tree trimming and bbq) next Saturday instead. Hollerrrrr!

I'm also going to a play about gay lovers later tonight with friends from Kenna Lab, then off to Sam's to show her my camera pics. haha. Good times. :-) 

I might have to spend New Years Eve/New Years up here in Gainesville alone though. :-( How depressing is that? Rita might need some help with the fly work, and well, as you all know, research doesn't have holidays.
"HAPPY NEW YEARS! NOW GET BACK TO WORK!!!!!!!!"
But at least I might be going to Disney with Bean. that or The Nutcracker. :-) So at least Christmas time will be fun. I didn't have high hopes for Thanksgiving, and was proved wrong. I went up to Ridgeland, South Carolina and met my long lost cousin Mike/"Miguelito" who I didn't even know existed. He pretty much rules because he understands my brain. haha. Star Wars fan, plays chess, stupid funny, and watches Youtube. Check. Check. Cheeeeeeeck. and check. We hit it off great.
(Miguel) "You're lame"
(me) "You're gay."
(my aunt) "AAaaw, they're getting along!" lol

Then I went to Punta Gorda, Florida to spend it with my cousins. We saw Twilight...(although this was my second time seeing it)....and I thought they would see it for the absurd cinematic and literary drivel that it is, but instead now they're raging fans....like all the other 7532975839257 girls across the planet. AAaaaargggh!! My sorority girl cousin, Claudia (yes, I have a cousin Claudia. and thank god we don't share the same last name) wasn't there because she was in Paris. So it was just my gorgeous cousin Gina and my little cousin Caroline, who has an unnatural attachment to me. The news updates are as following:
1. The latest love of Gina's life is Cristian. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen my cousin be single, whereas I've been single my entire life. hahahaha. She took it upon herself to analyze why this is. In the seventh grade, she rated my beauty. I scored a 6/10. Then, when she came to visit this past May, she said it's because I shut myself out from the male sex. I need to smile more. heh heh. ok.
I've never been particularly fond of any of my cousin's dudes, although I've always been surprised by the gifts she cashes in on at Christmas. I actually approved of her last boyfriend though. He's the only one who seemed like he wasn't just after a good time. But it seems as if he had another girl on the side. heh.
Gina has bounced back pretty quickly though.....(or in the way Gina knows best). We helped her sneak off for a bit to see the new boy for a little bit. I had her call me should anything go awry.
2. Caroline is now on facebook. haha. I'm still waiting for the time when I stop being cool in her eyes, but looks like I'm still good. heh heh. This is rather surprising considering the fact that I once convinced a 6-year-old little Caroline that she was adopted from the Democratic Republic of Congo, raised by mountain gorillas, and that her real name was "Caca" (or, rather "poop" in Spanish).
Poor child. lol.
3. I think I started a new family tradition! I played chess against my uncle on Thanksgiving. I've been playing a lot lately. I love that game, even though I blow major chunks. Naturally, my uncle beat me, although he commended me for making him think. (You see, usually he kicks people's asses in under 10 minutes. I get an honorable mention because it took him an extra 5 frickin' minutes. haha) This could potentially be the start of something new....like "The Annual Claudia Chess Raping" or something.

Shit, it's almost 5 pm and I still haven't gone to get that headlight replaced!

*~*Claud*~*

"I'm Rick James, BITCH!" ~ Dave Chapelle