maknae

That one crazy guy at McDonalds- I see him almost every week, whether on the bus or at a bus stop.

Tried the sausage egg mcmuffin today. Not bad, English muffins. Although their coffee lids are getting looser- I tried pouring it into my mouth this morning, and it ended up scalding the middle bone of my thumb.

A nature hike with Clare, his high school friends, and his Rice friends. Hmm, I don't even know if I have stuff to take care of in lab. I suppose I'll go, if the weather permits. For me, permissible weather is either dark, cloudy, windy, cold, or a combination of the above.

More photos of drunk Nilk at Janey's apartment:


Janey was talking to me on the phone the other day, and SOMEHOW my blog ended up in conversation between her and her other. Why my blog is still a conversation piece, I have no idea, but due to some turn of events, Janey ended up telling Dan about my blog. Now the question is whether I should watch what I say. Janey said that the appeal of my blog was its candor, that I say whatever is on my mind without the other person's feelings in consideration. Although, I have been censoring some bits about people and their lives recently. Should censorship be removed?

Things that gross me out recently: people who post photo albums on Facebook concerning them and their significant other in public displays of affection. I already deal with enough of that crap in public- I don't need any more of it splattered all over the internet. Now THIS is something that should definitely be censored. Why can't people touch either other shamefully like back in the old days- in the privacy of their own homes? I demand the return of shame-based religion!

Another thing that grosses me out: finding increasing numbers of people I knew from back in high school, either getting married, or pregnant, with their second child!

Dulles International Airport in D.C.? Their transportation is a little funky here compared to other airports. They have these things lug people around to their respective terminals.


One delightful encounter today was the frozen section. Tator tots! Except I bought the Safeway version, which are called Tator Treats. I have also given in to butter as a spread. Clare was regaling the wonders of butter in a past conversation anywhere from vegetables to toast. A semi-recent food craving led me to buying three different loaves of bread and a tub of Country Crock butter. Fine. I will allow civil unions between butter and toast.

More obsessions of the moment: bagels and cream cheese, sweet potatoes, and fritos.

Crack still rocks my socks. Her messages are too hilarious. Hopefully my project finishes before Christmas so I can go visit her in Houston.

california love

Back from LA.

And the weather is cold in SF. Nice.

Just an update. Expect posts/pictures tomorrow, at the earliest.

Night.

beauregard

Odd angles as a result of being too slow to take the picture...


Painting pop art at Janey's apartment, when she decided to go visit Dan for exactly an hour, as she promised me, but it turned out to be an hour and a half. Fantastik, isn't it!


I think this was after eating Indian food on the Monday night before I left. Janey and her roommate were in their respective bedrooms, and Nilk was watching Family Guy on his laptop, except he fell asleep midway through the show. Here it is again, me exploiting people when they're most vulnerable. Mwahaha.

upholstery

So a girl has drapes and a carpet (hopefully they match in color), but what/where exactly would be the upholstery?

Crap. So I listed 8 friends on my employment form, even though I'm only VOLUNTEERING at this place. Jeezus. Why do they even need to do an extensive background check when I've been doing stuff here for the past 2 months. Fingerprinting as well?!

So ANYWAY, a warning to all that were listed on my sheet- you're either going to get a letter in the mail that you have to fill out and confirm that I was living at said residence and/or am an upstanding/outstanding citizen. I have faith that my friends will do the right thing, except when it comes to food. Yeah, that comment's probably going to screw me over. Oh well!

Ended up having to track people's old addresses through google maps (thank goodness they save your searches). Also ended up having to call Clare and Nants, both of whom sounded surprised that I would call them on a Tuesday. Yes, I was also surprised at having to call people randomly.

Finally tried the food in the "canteen." Umm, it was alright... The macaroni salad was overtly sweet, which I don't think is how macaroni salad is usually made? The spicy chicken and bacon sandwich was a cross between a Subway sub and better quality meat.

The one thing that works at work is gChat, so I spend half of the time doing stuff, and the other half bugging Janey.

sui caedere

More pictures from Sunday. Slutface Janey, in her clothes from the night before. Why ANYONE would wear skimpy clothes in such cold weather, I won't understand, but I'm more of the practical/rational-minded type. Janey = otherwise.

Me, not so hungover, sitting across from Janey and Nilk at a Mexican restaurant. Salty soup, undercooked fish, overcooked steak. Terrible! Former-dinners-with-Drab-terrible!

And to the left of me, a very much hungover Nilk.

AND ANOTHER. I think Janey took these shots of Nilk. I have more pictures of Nilk and less of Janey since she was ALWAYS over at her Dan's place. Then again, Nilk's always putting himself in circumstances that are hilarious to keep in photographs.


You know, instead of reading my blog to see pictures of old friends, you could always make the trip and go see them in person... and then cough all over their floor/sheets/room to try to infect them with your disease. 50% success rate so far- waiting for Janey to crack. Somehow I managed to get my coworker's husband sick, even though he lives in Arizona. my lab mate came back to lab today and told me how her husband responded,"I don't know who J is, but tell him that I hate him, too!" She was telling my PI about how she was cursing my name as she was flying across the U.S. to go to her interviews.

debbie downer

Happy birthday, Marky Mark.

So it was a suicide. Another suicide. It's what I predicted, but was hoping wouldn't be the case. You just never know who's going to be next.

Then there was a news article on CNN about a live-stream of a teenager committing suicide while others just watched, even encouraging him to up the dose.

Why don't people ask for help when they need it? How is it that the ones at risk are always the people you least expect? How can you spot a suicidal person if they look and act just like everybody else?

WHO posted some statistic that one person commits suicide every 39 seconds? If there were a room filled with 30 people you know, they would all be dead in about 20 minutes.

Enough of this.

bard of avon

I've decided not to be a sad sally/negative nancy and spend Thanksgiving by myself this year. So I'm flying down to LA to enjoy the holidays with families.

Another student death. sPamalot's cousin, Paul. I think he was a student at Jones, too. No idea what happened. I hope it wasn't the med school pressure thing that got to him. Seeing all these postings for a wake.

I keep having these moments in lab of pure clarity followed by apathetic desensitization. There's points where my head just explodes with how great the research might be in having an influence on the world, and then there are days where I see the pointlessness of going to lab day in and day out. Little progress, if any, in the grand scheme.

People giving research presentations- more and more annoying. Pet peeve = any time the presenter uses filler words such as: essentially, basically, etc.

Hungry! Grocery shopping. Adieu.

rogan josh

More drunken encounters = more page hits. Therefore, I must put myself in more drunken situations to increase viewership? I hate you peoples.

The morning after!

Much too bright outside. Nilk and I headed out to Bethesda to meet up with Janey for lunch. This is the outside of her apartment complex.

Down at the station, where it's nice, cool, semi-dark.

Hungover Nilk! Actually, it was much easier having fluid conversations with Nilk post-college. Reasons? Half of the time I saw him in college, he was either tired or drunk? Anyhow, no awkward moments when traveling with him on the train or eating with him at dinner. When drinking- he usually babbles on, so there's less of a necessity for me to talk then. I could just nod and he'd continue speaking/shouting.

Meeting up with Janey. Why does she look half-naked? Because she is! Dressed in her clothes from the night before, morning walk of shame.

To be continued...

aloo saag

"Whooaaa. These are the tighest, penis-compressing-est, sperm-killing-est, testicle-grippin'-est jeans I ever tried on." ~Family Guy episode on skinny jeans. HAR!

See the red mark on the side of my neck? This is also from the night of Janey's bday. So first off, we were drinking at Dan's place, playing some Guitar Hero, and then the three of us went to the dive bar, which involved dancing. Definitely NOT divey. Anyway, I was drinking as much as I could, while the other two were shooting and chugging away. After a certain point, I was tired so Nilk and I left without saying goodbye to Janey and Dan. Only problem was, after we walked SO many blocks to the metro station and were on the LONG escalator down to the train, Nilk decides to remember HALFWAY down the escalator that he forgot to close his tab at the bar. Here's a dark picture of the escalator to give you a clue as to why I was bugged by the news.

It took us a few minutes to get down, and then twice that time to get back up the sloooow escalator. Getting back to the bar, I see two remaining patrons inside: a stumbling Janey propped against Dan. Yeah, ignored that to go to the bathroom since I had to pee while Nilk took care of his bill. Once outside, drunk ass Janey was requesting that I say,"I love you," to her, which was probably one of the most ridiculous things that anyone would ever ask of me, knowing fully well that I don't say that shit. Because I refused, she decided to give me a 1+ inch laceration on the side of my neck. Slutface!


Janey went back to Dan's, Nilk and I went back to bug Janey's roommate at her apartment. Fun times!

cheltenham

Last night, I had a dream about Kaiser.

We were sitting at a booth in an American diner- I was at the end of the booth that hugged the wall, while Kaiser was actually sitting up on top of the booth, the backs of the seats. Her friend sPamalot was also there, sitting across from me, along with a couple of their friends. Every time I tried to ask Kaiser a question, she would always respond in a unique manner: she would lean forward, rest her forehead against my left temple, and whisper her responses into my ear. The only problem, though, was that she'd whisper so low that most of her conversation was inaudible. Then when I turned my head to look at her face, I noticed hundreds of pimples and/or freckles all over her face, at which point either I was grossed out or starting laughing at her. Maybe both?

Three adjectives to describe Janey's apartment...

1. DIRTY!


2. DIRTY!


3. DEATH! Never bring live things into their place.


Drunkass Nilk! This might have been a picture taken in the dark, actually. First night I got there- Saturday night- was Janey's birthday, so we went out to what Janey claimed was a "dive." Sapphire Bar. I stopped at 2 1/4 beers, and part of an Irish car bomb, while Nilk and Janey were swigging away like sailors. I ended up having to walk Nilk's drunk ass home since Janey decided to give the DRUNK the keys to her place instead of the more likely to be SOBER one (moi). He was basically the east coast equivalent of drunk Clare. He had no idea where he was walking to; I had to keep guiding him to the train station. Once we got back, he threw up on the toilet, over the toilet, around the toilet. Seriously, I found stains on the OUTER SIDE of the toilet bowl after I went in to use the bathroom. While he was lysoling the shit out of it, the door was closed, but suddenly I heard these clinks followed by a loud thud in the bathroom. Nilk was screaming out,"Everything's fine! Don't come in yet!" He had fallen over into the bathtub, pulling the curtain down with him, and was trying to fix it before I went in. Anyway, once he was done throwing up in there, I was starting to use the bathroom to brush my teeth and take out my contacts when I heard vomiting and running water from the kitchen sink. JUST GREAT. Once I came back out, all the lights were dark. So I grabbed my camera to capture drunk Nilk. More pictures of hungover Nilk and Janey to come.

Hmm, maybe this is a picture of hungover Nilk from the morning, since there's light protruding from under the blinds. So maybe this is a picture of him missing the poster presentation by one of his former PIs at the conference. I walked into the living room since it was 8:30AM, and Nilk was still there. He was muttering half-awake if it were 6:30AM, and I responded,"Uhhhhh, no. It's 8:30." He was supposed to get to SfN by 8AM...

fantastik

Congee doesn't taste as great when I'm getting over my sickness, even if I still have that hoarse cough. Today, I bought preserved duck eggs, pickled radish, pork sung, jellyfish, and oxtail.

Since I'm too lazy to write about my D.C. trip, I'm going to just post pics:

My dinner at SFO, on the way to LAX Friday night for my red-eye flight to D.C.


FIVE dollars for a bagel and coffee! First day of SfN: Saturday morning, after my flight, after meeting up with Nilk at Janey's place (although they were passed out over at Dan's place because they were drinking the night before...)


I slept on the floor of Janey's apartment, to the left of the coffee table, on most nights. Slept in her bed during the day. About her bed- SO many things that I did not want to find out. Dirty girl.


More to come...

ROS

Recap of weekend:

1.) Red-eye flight to D.C. Friday night, arrived Saturday morning
2.) SfN on Saturday from 10 to 6, partying @ Janey's Bday bash
3.) Taking care of hungover Nilk on Sunday, eating terrible food for lunch
4.) Staying in Monday b/c of illness, stopped by SfN to get free gifts, ordered Indian take-out, ate in w/ Janey and Nilk
5.) Flew back to SF on Tuesday

Details of each event later.

I've also developed ulnar nerve neuropathy after having fallen asleep at a round table at SfN. If I get surgery, I'm going to request a cast that reads: "I went to D.C. and all I got was this lousy neuropathy."

tetrahydrozoline hcl

OHHHH so sick. That's my excuse for typing away at Janey's laptop while not wearing any pants. Nobody's at the apartment but me. Although I don't know her roommate's schedule, so maybe I should put them on before anything awkward happens.

SO tired. Woke up at 1, missing most of SfN right now. I guess I should put on my pants and make the big trek to D.C.

Toodles.

So much phlegm! Green, yellow, brown, a variety of flavors, out of the nose and throat. MMM.

sapphire cafe

MAN. I hope Nilk isn't passed out from throwing up on the toilet- I haven't taken a shower since Friday morning, so it'd be REALLY nice if he gets up and goes to bed. UGH!

Everywhere I go, I deal with drunk friends, except he's not so belligerent this time, so it's tolerable.

First day of SfN today. Not as crowded as the convention center in San Diego last year. Lectures also aren't as interesting.

Janey and Nilk trying to get me to kiss them at the "dive" bar. Blegh! It's possible that my body got sick because it predicted that this moment would arrive in D.C.

Eyes burning- going to take contacts out and then hit the sack? Night!

gilligan

Sailing on Veteran's Day! I think I just started clicking my camera because I grabbed it right as we were heading back into harbor. Whoops!





Picture of my labbies, from a distance. To keep their anonymity.








Found this outside of my house today. What type of rodent is it?! Yes, it's real. Yes, it's roadkill.

hemocyanin

Captions are too confusing, always being placed below pictures. I'll be titling them from now on.

Pigeons eating their own kind! Notice the KFC popcorn chicken.


A continuation of my "Would you eat THAT on the floor of the bus?" series.


Enjoy the irony.


I guess it didn't fit in the trash can.


This portion of the program: Can you find a better generic soda name?



Pet peeve: when people stick something on top of another thing, but leave air pockets underneath.

bulgeon noeul

Words cannot express the fondness I have for my lab group.

My coworker, Catherine of Aragon, was going to treat me to dim sum in the morning for breakfast before embarking on the sailboat. No dim sum places were open at the time, so instead we had an all-American breakfast at a nifty 50s diner. Her treat, which made it all the more tastier.

Then we drove over in her car to Sausalito, where the boat was docked. The lab group there had already downed 4 mimosas per person, pulling out beer bottles when the champagne ran dry.

Overcast skies, free lunch (cream cheese bagel + lox + capers, fruit tarts, veggie tarts, Spanish cheese and bread), wonderful views of the bay, and interesting conversation with my labbies.

Someone was calling mayday though, somewhere between SF and Hawaii. Yeah, not really rescuing that person, since it would take days before reaching him.

UGH! But my face turning red after ONE mimosa! It wasn't even 4 ounces!!!

And the tequila. OH MY GOD. The smoothest tequila I have ever downed, which makes me wonder if I were supposed to drink it as a shooter. Don Julio Reposado. MMM, my prejudices against tequila have been lifted.

I'll post pictures later. Test tomorrow. Complete bullshit.

D.C. in two days. I would LIKE to book a shuttle to get to as close to Janey's apartment as possible, except that slutface is never online anymore. Probably at some Puerto Rican immuno conference or something. She better bring back good alcohol. Also going to meet up with Nilk. Predictions- both he and Janey are getting shitfaced drunk on her bday, and I'll have to deal with his high-pitched laughter and her touchy-feeliness. My solution to avoiding that will be to get more shitfaced drunk than them, which should be easy with my defective aldehyde dehydrogenase.

foreclosure

It puzzles me how I can quickly get bored of conversation, yet I can stare at a tea bag steeping in a pot of hot water for minutes on over.

There was this interesting video on Funny or Die about how if people want to protect the sanctity of marriage, then instead of banning gay marriage we should ban divorce.

Another thing that confuses me is seeing people on Facebook joining a group supporting Texas' secession from the United States now that Barack Obama is going to be our future President.

Coming down with something- either the cold or the flu. Which basically sucks at this point, since I'm sailing out tomorrow with my labbies and flying to D.C. over the weekend. Although, last time I went to D.C., I got sick after arriving there, so maybe I'm just getting a head start on things.

Solution: overdosing on pomegranate juice and green tea. And greasy fast food, fried chicken, ramen, water, cereal...

Who knew that cinnamon could make Life taste so much better than the original?

Guilty pleasure of the moment again- watching kpop videos on YouTube.

Very tempted to purchase a plane ticket down to LA for Thanksgiving, except now I have a commitment to lab... decisions, decisions. It would be nice to see my grandfather, whose condition has gotten worse ever since he was admitted to the hospital. Kind of eerie, having to go through the same issues that happened with my great grandfather, which essentially is finding better ways to take care of him now that he's losing autonomy. There's the problem with him getting to the bathroom, finding someone to take care of him when people are not at home, having to acknowledge that his death will eventually come.

Having to deal with a slow death or an abrupt one. It doesn't seem like one would be easier than the other.

Do Americans still eat meatloaf? Do any of you like meatloaf?

First stop tomorrow: El Serrito, and then Sausalito. Mmm, NorCal.

sensitivity training

Is something that MAYBE I need.

Clare and I were having a conversation at some club called the Cafe(?), telling me that he and Drab are more sensitive than I am. In particular, the observations I write on this blog about them are what seem to burst their bubble, in a way. PERHAPS I'll censor myself before my fingers start tap dancing on the keyboard.

More memories from last night- Carl's Jr. backing his thang up into me. My usual reaction was to right himself up, but then he tended to tilt backward and fall onto other people in the club.

Also, as we left that place so that Carl's Jr. could get some fresh air, the group noticed a fat chick who had fallen backwards(?) down a flight of stairs.

Another thing- Clare meandered out of the club by himself and was walking down the street to who knows where until the group started shouting at him when he was waiting at an intersection. Wonder what would have happened if we chose NOT to alert him to our presence... must run this experiment some time.

Met a Matt from Davis and an Erin from Sierra Madre. No idea how they were connected to the group.

Oh yeah, some creepy old white guy last night also approached me at the night owl stop, asking me if I wanted to share a cab with him since the bus hadn't arrived yet. So I made up some excuse, saying that I didn't have any cash on me. Later on in the bus, some fat black chick was trying to talk to a person across from her, and she kept leaning forward and rubbing up against my leg.

Days off on the weekend, and then a holiday on Tuesday. Niiiice.

Arts and crafts fair in SF? Entrance fee of only $1? Hmm.

The east coast for med school. It wouldn't be so bad if I got into a place in or near New York. Maybe that'll be the new setting for the next stage of my plans for the future. As much as I enjoy the current weather, and the convenience of having everything I could possibly need in 50 square miles, my typical habit is to never stay too long in one place. Or get too attached to people. Maybe it's that habit which causes me to push people away? Rambling now... bed time!

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Recap of last night:

Haven't seen someone puke that much over such an extended period of time.

Going out and drinking with Clare, Carl's Jr., and ladies- wasn't so bad. Actually, it was quite refreshing not having partied in so long.

Creepy black man dancing up against the ladies.

Almost naked men dancing on tabletops.

Carl's Jr. puking all the way from the club on Market to Noe- he essentially left a trail so that the rest of the group can find us.

Peed in a dumpster alley. Would NOT recommend, as it was on an angled pavement, and I saw all my pee flow back down... to the sidewalk. Luckily, I pulled my foot out of the way before it got caught in the flood.

Met more of Clare's high school friends. Nice girls, easy on the eyes. Particularly that tall one.

Oh yes, and catching up w/ Clare:
Interesting change of career paths. Also, I would not recommend having a personal conversation at a club, as I only managed to catch every other word of the story. More on this interaction later- woke up late. Have to go places.

MAYBE it'll be this fun partying with Janey & Nilk NEXT weekend.

jurassic

Even the manga site I visit is trying to take down for-Prop 8 ads. Kudos.

Immunostaining today. The bench work was tedious but seeing the pretty colors under the microscope was exciting. My PI also gave me permission to rebel in his lab if I find a better technique somewhere, or if I come up with one myself while tinkering with the experiment. And then he said that at some point, I'll have enough techniques at my disposal to design my own experiment and run it. On my own!

Better start drafting during Christmas vacation.

Skipping class isn't so great when you have a paper due, and you have no idea what the guidelines for the paper are. Good thing it's an optional turn-in of the first draft. Writing papers- more tediousness in the life of a scientist.

My PI guarantees that I'll have a paper due for publication before I apply to med school. Exciting?!

Personal observation- nicer towards Nants than I am to Janey.

Janey's bday present- save me money and... write her a long letter?! Ugh, this means I'd have to actually think about writing it, and then write it before I fly over to D.C. next Friday.

Oh yes, I'll be in D.C. next Friday. It could be nice seeing Janey and Nilk again. It could be a disastrous day/night as well, since I'll be tired from the red-eye flight, dropping my luggage off at Janey's place, then heading over to SfN, having a dinner-date with Nilk afterward, and finally having to deal with Janey's bday bash, drinking with her bf and friends. It's going to be a LONG day.

Decided not to back out of Carl's Jr.'s birthday invitation, so I guess I'll be doing something on a Friday night for a change. Ugh, I'll have to deal with Clare finally after what, 2 or 3 months?

vincent leonard price

20.

Ugh, fine. I did have a dream about Drab either on the 31st or the 1st, but it wasn't memorable. It was the 2nd of 3 dreams that night, because I kept waking up to go to the bathroom and then going back to sleep afterwards.

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Test over. Possibly an A-. So disappointing.

Lab- more techniques learned, and my lab mates are back! All is right with the world. Oh yes, and Barack winning. And this no on 8 business... either everyone should be allowed to get married, or nobody should. Frankly, I prefer the latter, but that'll probably never happen.

My USB keyboard finally died- I think it's because I was eating around my laptop too much and pressing the keys without having washed the food off my fingers.

Picture dump:

First time I've ever seen Chinese sauce in a package like the ones distributed at McDonald's.


This father and son are a perfect example of that foreign Asian family that sounds like they're arguing in Chinese, except you can't tell that they're just joking with each other until you see them smiling at and playing with each other.


I went to lab early Tuesday morning after voting, and as I was waiting at the bus stop, this kid was looking in my direction. So I smiled and tried to hide my face behind my folder holding my notes. After a few seconds, I lower my folder and see this boy standing merely a few inches away, looking up and smiling at me. He looked like he was only in preschool, but it surprised me at how a child that age was so fearless of strangers. Once I saw him staring up at me, he started chuckling and ran back to his mom. I guess I was playing a game, so I kept pulling my folder up, and he kept coming back. I had a moment of weakness, where my mind was thinking,"CUUUUUUUUTTTTTTEEEEE!" except not in the weird sexual way that Clare says it every time he's drunk. It's nice to know that kids still like me. If you can befriend a kid, it shouldn't be hard to be friends with adults, yes? Maybe I should just get it over with and adopt an unwanted Asian child.


This was on the bus the day after Halloween. Would you pick it up and eat it??

aril

Has anyone developed a mathematical model for the way raindrops slide down a window?

San Francisco, around this time of year, suits my personality. Some study shows that body temperature may have an effect on how your mood is.

Darkness can be a good thing.

Finally figured out how to eat a pomegranate. Luckily, I only purchased two from the store. I'm not a bird; I got tired of chewing seeds after the 1000th one.

Teenagers and adults wearing shitty costumes the day before. What bothered me yesterday was seeing this kid with his father inside Walgreens. I was in there getting batteries for my calculator, and was browsing through items in the candy aisle, and the father was trying to get a makeshift costume for his child to wear on Halloween. For the most part, the son just acted as if he were embarrassed to be there with his own dad. It didn't seem like he earned that much money, either, seeing as how he was shopping for a costume at Walgreens. The kid, he just didn't respond to any of his dad's questions about what he would want to wear for the night. What I read from the situation is that the child seemed ashamed of being there with his father, and resentful that he isn't at a more expensive store buying a better costume to impress strangers on an excuse for a holiday, where adults need to find a superficial reason to get trashed/have sex with strangers, and childhood obesity is encouraged through consumption of high doses of sugar. Which might not be so great considering more people are giving away poisoned candy and razor blades. Digression. What an ungrateful brat. Maybe he should go to work one day with his father to see how hard it really is to earn a living and take care of a family.

Do you ever just get tired of starting over? What would bother you more, a life of constancy, or a life spent having to rebuild everything from the ground up?

My parents called me today. My dad asked me if I missed home. Is it wrong if you choose not to care about anything/anyone? Would it be wrong if you really didn't have a choice?

When do you know that it's the right time to give people up? Or is it give up on people? Do you ever wonder if you tried hard enough? If you cling to the people in your past, you lose the chance to move on to the people in your future. When do you let go?

It's not that relationships have to end on a sour note. They can just end.

I like rainy days. Conflicted on whether or not I should write an email to a friend.

Less people ride the bus on rainy days.