I’m a little worried. I think that I have become so comfortable here in this place, I’ve kind of let go of what is waiting for me back home. For example, I have hardly talked to any of my friends who I graduated with, and forget about the friends who are still in High School. This disappoints me, because I had promised myself (and others) that I would do my best to stay in touch. And it wasn’t until today, where I unconsciously found myself not texting back a friend, and just putting my phone back in my purse, did I think, “Hey Morgan, what the fuck!”
It’s strange. It seems that with the friendships that I have been building here, the ones from High School don’t seem as significant. I mean, of course, there are my few really close friends that I will never forget (and try not to let go of,) but returning to that social scene once Christmas Break rolls around kind of feels like I will be going backwards.
Although, I should give myself a little credit. I have been writing to Thomas consistently, and will see Nicolette sometime later this week. And I talked to my mom on the phone today. That was nice, but weird too. I can tell that she can tell that I don’t like talking on the phone these days. I used to be able to just sit on the phone with my mom for hours, but now, it’s like I can’t sit still for even five minutes to take a phone call.
I don’t like being that kind of person. So, I’m going to try and fix all of this.
On the other hand, it is Monday. I have one class today. And the rest of the day will be filled with reading Philosophy and enjoying a probably very gray day.
I never thought there would be a consequence to loving a place or time so much; it’s just that there is, and that would be forgetting where I came from. I don’t want that to happen.
People who get a kidney transplant usually face a life sentence of drugs that suppress their immune systems – otherwise, their body will reject the new organ. A new cellular therapy could change that. Immunosuppressant drugs can have severe side effects, increasing the risk of heart disease, infection, cancer and diabetes. So as well as saving money, dispensing with them would bring major health benefits. Samuel Strober at Stanford University in California and colleagues seem to have worked out how to do it. Following transplant surgery, Strober’s team first give patients ordinary immunosuppressive drugs, such as cyclosporine. They then apply mild radiation to the lymph nodes, spleen and thymus to further weaken the immune system. This kills some but not all of the patient’s white blood cells. They also inject antibodies which temporarily destroy the patient’s most aggressive white blood cells. “We preferentially delete ‘naive T cells’, since they are the main subset of white blood cells that reject grafts,” Strober says.
I’m sitting in my room by myself, listening to a wonderful new Quartet I found today. My roommate is gone working out, and so are a lot of other people. The Hall is quieter than normal.
I’m sitting in my room by myself, eating some greek yogurt right out of the tub. I mixed a little bit of thistle honey in it, the thistle honey I got at Pike Place a few weeks ago. It’s almost gone, so I’ll be making another trip there soon to get another $4.50 jar of it, as well as some flowers for our room, and perhaps a book of matches too. I have a candle, and I want to burn it. So take that Housing Staff.
I’m sitting in my room by myself, snugly wearing my yoga pants and baggy shirt for bed. I still have some homework to do, but I’m taking a little bit of time for myself.
Because this is the first time that I have felt wholly myself since I’ve been here.
Thumbs up: Cute boys who burn you good mixes, Coffee and laughter, 9:00 P.M. Bedtimes, $9.15 an hour for my work study job, and Calvin sneaking me into the practice rooms so I can play the pianos.
Thumbs down: Homework in College, Santiago having a growth on his back (which is probably just slime or something, but as his mother, I am freaking out,) 1:39 A.M. Bedtimes, and hot men who turn out to be extremely gay.
But I’m still having fun. I miss CO a little bit, in a reminiscent kind of way. Meh, it’ll be alright.
I am in desperate need of photography. This really nice Pentax film camera I bought myself before I left home doesn’t have a light meter, and I’m not comfortable just eyeballing the f-stop and exposure. I’m going in to see the Photography professor Monday morning, so I hope she can help me out. I really want it to work :(
On the plus side, I just roamed through Capitol Hill in Seattle at 1:00 A.M. with my friend Calvin. Dakota also came. I haven’t talked to her much since I’ve been here, but I like her.
We wandered through a very ghetto part of town to get food at this 24-hour burger joint. The burgers were yummy. We walked back to campus while we ate them, completely immersed in the nighttime aura of the lights, the noise, and the city. A big black drug tweaker tried to push into me and piss me off, but I darted out of his way as he mumbled curse words to himself down the sidewalk. Seattle at 1:00 A.M., as riveting as it really is, is not that friendly. It was nice to arrive back in the closer parts of Capitol Hill, where the streets are familiar and narrower, kind of like a nook for us College students to come home to after braving the deep city.
We sat on the couch in our hallway and studied a little bit more. I have lots of homework. But I am having so much fun learning, laughing, getting to know people and discovering new parts of myself, it just makes the hard times easier to bear.
Tomorrow, Calvin and I are going to the EMP to see the director of Blues Brothers talk. Then we’re going to the Avatar-Na’vi exhibit (hyperventilate.) And then I’ll probably come home late and do more homework. Eff. But I don’t care.
I’m sitting at my desk right now, eating a wonderfully healthy lunch of a nutella/peanut butter sandwich and a diet pepsi. Santiago’s bowl is right next to me. He is swimming all over the place, really fast, and when I put my face up to his bowl, he stops and looks right at me. I think he’s hungry, which is nuts because he already had breakfast. He has gotten a lot bigger since the big move. But anyway, he is such a personable little creature, I love him so much. I’m trying to get to the point where he comes when I call his name (I wouldn’t put it past him, with his all-protein diet, his little fish brain has probably grown.) He likes it when I when I whistle to him though. I just whistled to him, and he swam around. Bahaha, I love him. And apparently so does everyone else!
Last night, a few people from my floor chilled on our couch in the hallway, and stayed up until 2 A.M. talking and laughing about all sorts of stuff. When I realized what time it was, I gasped, “Shit! I didn’t feed my fish dinner!” And almost everyone there said “Awww Santiago!” He’s a fucking celebrity. And he is also a nice friend to talk to once in a while. Mostly because he doesn’t say anything, so I feel like I’m being listened to.