Tuesday, April 12, 2011


-World Religion Paper
-Junior Seminar Paper
-Mock Grant Paper
-World Religion Homework Make-Up
-Programming Homework
-Tested at Emory
-Submit work availability for finals week
-Network, narrow down grad professors

-Sign up for GRE
-Study for GRE
-Finish IRB Proposal
-Acquire participants
-Find time for internship
-Establish fall internship
-Apply to grad schools
-Find professional references
-Write personal statements

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Indecision: A tautological approach

Interesting things are happening in my life. Very rapidly at that.

In the timespan of a month I have:
-Been offered two internships
-Attended and presented at the North Eastern Evolutionary Psychology Society Annual Conference
-Finished my IRB proposal
-Done an insane amount of research
-Conducted pilot research and compiled collected data
-Got hired at a new job
-Met Gordon Gallup Jr.
-Corresponded with Randy Thornhill

Eesh. My 2011 could end right now and I'd be perfectly alright with ending it on such a fantastic note. Even more so, I'd be fine ending it on such a confusing note as well.
At NEEPS I met a certain professor who I spent a decent amount of time with at the conference. I really enjoyed his company and, even more so, his brilliance. That's all fine and dandy, but I can't help but entertain the negative aspects of anything more than what has been established. I find him attractive and brilliant, hilarious and charming, and while the age difference is irrelevant in my eyes, the reaction of his coworkers concerns me most.
I don't want to engage in anything that would jeopardize his job or reflect poorly upon him. He certainly can't be dumb to the possibility of negative repercussions, but I don't know if that's because it's a non-issue or some other reason. Beyond that, I don't even know if that's my main complaint with the whole situation. I mean, hell, I made-out with a respected professor after meeting him the day before. Coming to terms with that enormous happenstance should probably be the first step, if I thought one bit rationally.
 He wanted me to stay the night with him and now that I look back on it, I wish I had. Or do I? Do I? It was by some weird perversion of events that I ended up in his hotel room after drinking most of a bottle of wine--my eyes were probably spinning around like a mad woman or some kind of rabid hog--but somehow I managed to play it off so coyly. I left and went back to my hotel room, but not before letting myself slip out of character and into slutitude.
Maybe that's what I'm most upset about. I let myself slide out of composure as a result of defenestrating myself at the altar of alcohol. I hate when other people do that; by proxy, I hate when I do that. I kissed a man I enjoy and respect, but I did so in an disrespectable manner. "Hi. I find you incredibly attractive. Allow me to throw myself at you." Coquettish, petty, and naive.
I'd like to talk to him about this, but no guy wants to deal with a chick who, right off the bat, becomes a wacko nut job of regrets and blabbers on about "Oh, I didn't mean to do this," or "Golly, I didn't want to do that." It's so.. I don't know the word. Juvenile? The inability to decide "Yes? Or no?" and then to regret one's decision later. In addition to regretting the decision, but turning the same stone over and over in one's mind until the rocky surface is worn smooth by touch and all the facets for which were being decided are slew off and forgotten. The topic is then moot; the horse is completely dead.

The bull in the china shop here is talk to him and explain this in a reasonable manner, but agh. It's so frustrating. I've known him since Friday. That's hardly enough to be emotionally invested in a guy in another state that I won't get to see that often, that's..., this is all so silly. I kissed a guy I'm interested in, who I happen to find phenomenally brilliant, and I'm freaking out over it. I'll have to mull over my own neuroticism later to figure out the mechanisms of why I'm running through this circular thought of dating apocalypse.

Monday, November 15, 2010


Seriously. So many nerves.

I have millions... billions of neurons in my body. All of them are shooting off cortisol like a cocaine Christmas. I don't feel ready for this event. I feel like an outsider barging in to participate. I'll look like a huge dick. An assuming asshole waltzing in to the competition with my hopes high and an ignorant smile on my face. I'll be waiting here for a seasoned veteran to wipe the smirk off my face by sneeringly snatching what I couldn't. By laughing while doing double unders perfectly.
But I know that won't happen. That never happens at CrossFit events. CrossFit competitions are fierce, sure, but there's always an air of camaraderie and unity. We're all here. We're all suffering. We're all going balls to the wall. The last time I competed the support was overwhelming. They knew I wouldn't finish the WOD, but they wanted me to do the best I could. They encouraged me to keep going, to try harder, to get under the bar, to dip and drive. That won't be different this time.

So why am I stressing out? Joe, Pilar, Jed, Ben, Laura, Geordan, and so many more people that I know will be there. I'll have people supporting me. Just like last time. Joe will be there telling me that I can't give up. That's not an option. Failure only occurs when one quits, not when one doesn't finish. Failure is a product of defeat and you are the only one who can defeat yourself.
Apparently I'm afraid of failure. I better work harder to kick some ass then.

Nerves are still there, but the doubts aren't. Phew.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Personality vs. Dedication

Weirdly enough, I have an internal battle between my personality, which is outgoing yet quirky and nerdy with a touch of reservation (in particular situations), and my drive which largely stems from my involvement in CrossFit and is exacerbated by my passion for science causing me to strive for more.
I want to be reserved and quiet, though I don't really know how after going through so many situations that have sculpted me to be outgoing and assertive. I barely even know how to scale it back.

I probably should be devoting the inability to scale my intensity back toward getting back into CrossFit. I've been slacking off lately with WOD attendance and I don't feel like I performing up to par when I am there. With The Ten looming ahead I need to step my game up if I want to be a contender this time around.

SKINS and shorts, hoodies, and CrossFit O-Zone shirts. Can't wait. :D

Monday, October 4, 2010

Sample Post

This is words in the sample post and here is a hyper link and holy crap more stuff woah omg