Also...

There are some things I really feel the need to write down, but I'm not sure where to start and I'm almost positive they'll get all jumbled up as I go...

I worked four days in a row two weeks ago (I know, super delay), but the fourth day was just me and Francisco. Now by the time this Friday had rolled around, I had put up with so much second hand lung cancer and packing woes and just generally hating everything that I had mentally quit my job about 50 times over.  So Friday morning, I drove to work, still generally hating everything, to find out that I was packing a job that's gonna take two days with Francisco, Josh, and Cobra (who looks like a dweebier version of Harry Potter and had his hand down his pants so he could scratch his ass. Legit.) Since the pack van can only seat three people, me and Franco hopped into my car while Josh and Cobra... You know what I'm just gonna call him Mike, which is what his ACTUAL name is... and drove to the job.  So awhile back Franco figured out that I am reaaally not a morning person... and he jumped in my car chipper as ever to head off to work.  He was acting like he had already had five cups of coffee.

I decided to ask him how on earth he can get up in the morning and be so happy about absolutely everything.  He said that he sees each day as something wonderful.  He wakes up in the morning and he's excited to go and pack because he's actually working, and if he's up and working then that's one less chance that someone who has no idea what they're doing is working (*cough* COBRA *cough*) And that he sees no reason in waking up miserable, because you never know what day's gonna be your last, and waking up miserable then complaining to other people, you're just gonna bring them down, and no one needs that first thing in the morning.  He gets up in the morning cheerfully because he's been through some rough patches in his life, but he's past them now, so why shouldn't he be happy?

I feel like there's something everyone can take away from that. 

And that day packing with Franco had to have been the best day I've had yet on this job, even though Josh and Mike had to go because there was another job that required their help...  Me and Franco packed the majority of a massive house, the lady who lived there made us WONDERFUL coffee and tipped us, and I gotta say, me and Franco make a damn good team.



Ok so, next thing...


When I finally have time to myself in which I have no distractions I become rather introspective and it kinda freaks me out, not gonna lie.  I've recently decided that I almost might be alright with the idea of having kids someday god knows when because they'd be too damn cute.  I had this stunning revelation when I was sitting on the beach with adorable small children in bucket hats running around everywhere.  And think about it for a minute, how adorable would a kid be who grew up on Daft Punk and Matt and Kim and The Little Prince and nights stargazing and Nova specials?  I kinda want a chance to know that kid...

In other news, spending money freaks me out because I know how hard I worked to get that money, and textbooks and the like are so damn expensive, but I love getting packages in the mail... and I love gift giving... So this is tricky, having an amazon/valvestore/thinkgeek addiction...

And lying down on a hammock one day, I realized I probably have too much oxytocin in my system, because I legitimately just always want to cuddle EVERYTHING. I'm rather terrified of scaring people away though, because I realize that that's how most clingy people act, and I know clingy people kind of drive me insane so... >___>

My brain craves new information, and I can't wait to get back on campus, as much as I'll miss my home friends =[[[[  I just can't wait to take anatomy and learn about the human body and how incredible it is and just generally be a science dork and memorize everything.... But to help out my brain in the meantime, I've taken to watching Nova specials using Brent's netflix account, and reading magazines and the like, and what I've found is absolutely fascinating.  A man who figured out how to use the extracellular matrix from pig intestines regularly thrown out from meat companies to regenerate lost muscle and tissue... up to the point where amputations may become a thing of the past.  The extracellular matrix contains all the chemicals and nutrients necessary to stimulate stem cells to rush to the area and begin differentiating.  Its way too cool.

And this morning I started off my day with a National Geographic special on stress.  And stress will decrease your lifespan by shortening the telomeres at the end of your chromosomes, leaving you more susceptible to genetic mutations that can cause cancer and other diseases, as well as reducing your cell's ability to replicate correctly.  However, researchers have found an enzyme that reverses this process, called telomerase.  What stimulates telomerase production?  Positive social interaction and compassion towards others.  Compassion and laughter will increase your lifespan. Mind. Blown.

I think I had other things to add to this, but I currently forget them... I'll write more when I remember...

I've found the list of questions goes on.  I think I might as well stop. Or I'll be questioning unanswerables till I drop.  The scientist must lead a miserable life questioning gravity and infinite space.  How much can one linear mind really know?  Is there an end? Is there an end? Where are you? Is there an end? Is there an end? I'm leaving it up to the skies. - The Lonely Forest