The Little Dreamer

So Biology lecture today, and I started the lecture with a straight back and bright eyes and ended the lecture slumped on the table with eyes misted over. Our lecturer, a German cell biologist, never pauses to breathe between each sentence, the result being that we get more and more bogged down the further he goes into the lecture, because we never get the time to digest what he says properly.

He was talking about the green fluorescent protein today, and he called it the GFP. Then suddenly out of nowhere these esoteric acronyms appeared on his powerpoint slide: CFP, RFP, BFP, and all of us almost fainted. I don't see why scientists have to assign all sorts of acronyms to perfectly simple terms just to complicate matters! The scary-looking CFP, RFP and BFP turned out to be the Cyan Fluorescent Protein, Red Fluorescent Protein, and Blue Fluorescent Protein. I'd much rather have them write out the whole thing!

I went to see "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" with Katie and her housemates yesterday. It was really good, one of the best films I'd seen in a long time. It reminded me of "Lost in Translation" because of the way it was filmed, kind of true to real life with the beats between a conversation slow and natural, a moment captured unhurridly without any sort of apparent acting. Although everything turned out alright in the end, I felt very sober during and after the film. I could see hints of myself in Joel, Jim Carrey's character, and that rather scared me. He's strong and funny and humourous, but after the memory wipe he undergoes becomes lost and doesn't really know what to say most times, because he doesnt have the most significant of his life experiences to draw from.

I must never dream away and get too lost inside my own mind like Joel. Never. I have this strange tendency (you know like when you've had a glass too many of wine) to get lost within my own thoughts and only snap back into the real world when I'm with a huge group of people I'm very familiar with. I think that's very very unhealthy. Ask me about life, love, death and war and I can reply, but ask me about how my day was and I have to think for a bit.

Ok, to stop wandering into introspection: I made cottage pie for my housemates today. And it turned out pretty well, although by the time we started eating it was already 9 o clock. It didn't really matter though, because it was still light out. We watched the Newcastle game and had almost a whole bottle of wine. I was a little wonkedy after everything had ended, which means that I have lost the ability to drink and I can never touch Absinthe again. *sob*

Was out for a while today at Audrey's. Walked home and the stars were twinkling gleefully in the sky. It's strange how friendly they look today, when not too long ago I imagined them being malicious. I think I saw Mars, if Mars is the big one that doesn't twinkle, and I think that I'm really thankful that even though I live on a "blighted star", and have to go away and marry a gentleman to be made a lady (esoteric text reference), I have everything else that I could ever wish for or need. (crap paragraph).

Good night.