Sadie Hawkin's dance?

I have been feeling rather pitiful with the oncoming Valentines day, which I am sadly alone for this year. I have none the less been asked by 3 different women to 3 different dances, and the last one being a Sadie Hawkins dance tonight. I do have to say that this is a positive and I only wish I could elate the beauty of there being a perfect song to follow.This being said, it should be dutifully noted that I rather miss the days of having that rushed feeling where I didn't know what to get a loved one. Over the next couple of days I will be traversing my mind over these moments I'm sure as I generally do. So here is a genuine melody to play in respect to the future of my pre-valentine night.

Vader Sessions

Twinkie Science

I have recently been listening to the podcast of the "The naked scientist," which are from Cambridge, they have a very young brand of science experiments that I find intriguing. I love the show because I have become so used to the grueling lab protocols and experiments that I'm glad to hear "Uncle John's Bathroom reader" styled questions answered. I was relating this to a dear friend of mine at school and she informed me of another group of scientist that do only tests on Twinkies. I have been a fan of twinkies as long as I could remember because growing up it was the perfect dessert to share with my Nampa(Grandpa), and always with a pepsi. These twinkie scientists conduct tests on the spongy treat and then put there results in Haiku form. Brilliant. I haven't delved too far into their website, but if you feel inclined for a better understanding of you favorite hostess in three lines feel free to check it out at:

http://www.twinkiesproject.com/

I might write a bit too much fluff in this blog, and sometimes the music itself should promote how I feel.

As of now I'm fingers-crossed for a chipper moment like this in the near future.

Leonid

My thoughts seemed to come as more of a continual epiphany this morning(4am) when I laid out on a random blanket found on the couch, and walked to the park next to my house to revel in the meteor shower. I stared up into the cooling constellations while looking at Leonid's fragments lighting up the sky. I should clarify this, and explain that in the end I only saw 3 shooting stars(meteorites) and was utterly freezing the whole time, but I've come to terms that it is in rare moments like this that life can become clear. I hadn't stared at the stars in years and it was in this moment that I started to feel that the glimpse of innocence I had been missing over the years was never too far away. I stared at each speckle of light and could tell I hadn't seem them in years, hadn't impressed upon myself that this was just as beautiful as it had always been. It is something to cash in on lately, to have some sort of constant to rely on.

I can always remember laying on hills as a kid (my feet toward the top of the hill, with the blood rushing to my head) and looking at the stars. If you could get to a point where there weren't any trees, or any excess in your sight but purely the sky, it was beautiful. It was in these times that I felt like I became the only medium between the stars and the ground where I laid. I was touching both at the same time, infinitely distant, yet cosmically connected. I was consumed by constellations and watching the stars blink along with myself.

I may be losing my hair, but I can...bring it back!

I got a summer internship! To do so I had to meet with 12 people, and was interviewed for 6 hours and 15 minutes. The interviews were primarily behavioral questions, which luckily I studied quite a bit with an Escamilla the day before and was somewhat prepared. I'm still planning on going to Germany this summer, and during my free time over the summer I will be practicing such phrases as "ich liebe` dich, " which is all I really need. I have only a month or so left in the semester and have been sooooo stressed out that the possibility of working for a company that produces Rogaine seems extremely beneficial. I will stock up.

Being embarassed is a norm.

I have two embarassing things to submit here.

1) The other day I was sitting in a campus computer lab next to the masses and listening to music through my noise cancelling headphones. My homework was just stifling and randomly I had to pass gas. I say this now freely since this situation has already shamed me. I decided to let some air flow go because it felt small and insignificant. As soon as I did I could see the cute girl sitting next to me bob her head with a quick laugh. My face turned red but I figured I needed to salvage myself. So I slowly took out my headphones turned my head and looked at her in the eyes saying "I am sorry for somthing I won't take blame for." She giggled at little bit harder and I went back to trying to find ways to exit as quickly as possible. Needless to say I continued to sit there and retain bouyancy until she left.

2) I have a sweet line up of concerts I will be going to this weekend. Andrew Bird and Wilco will be my first two, and as of last night my roommate has requested I come with him to.................................3EB for you true blues, or better known as Third Eye Blind. I have been scoffing it off as a joke, but to my family they will always know that this a closet band of mine, much like the B-52's to the world. Ohhhh snap.