Hello, my friends. I hope everyone had a great weekend. Mine was going fine, up until Sunday afternoon. It was then, when I was taking a break from cleaning, that I managed to destroy the most expensive thing I own (aside from my car) in a matter of milliseconds - yup, you guessed it, I killed my laptop.
Anyone who knows me well understands that I am less than graceful. In fact, many would go so far as to say that I am the biggest klutz they know. I've managed to break my boyfriend's Christmas ornaments, venetian blinds in our apartment, a shower shelf, a pyrex baking dish (with casserole inside) and my laptop - all within the span of the past two months. The laptop was truly the quintessence of my lack of coordination. Sitting in front of my laptop, Java Monster close at hand, I did not suspect that a split second later my energy drink would be pooling on and around my laptop's circuitry courtesy of my , as well as on the table and carpet.
Well, here comes my boyfriend to the rescue. Luckily for me, he used to work for a major computer company, so he is a computer tech dream for a person like me. Grabbing canned air, tiny screwdrivers, rubbing alcohol, and Q-tips, he rushed in like a knight with a sword aimed at a dragon. Hours later, when he has the computer cleaned and put back together, not only will it not work right but it is obvious that my accident ruined the laptop monitor. All that I can do it pull the hard drive out and try to salvage the data...my lappy is no more.
Now, first rule of being a graduate student: Thou shalt accumulate debt. I'm already crazy into credit card debt, and ordering a new laptop just sent me even further into the abyss. Thankfully, my boyfriend has an Alienware Titanium account and covered half of the cost of a shiny new M17 Alienware laptop. I get uberness in the form of a gaming laptop for the low cost to me of only $1000 more on my credit card. Not too bad if I do say so myself. Check it out on the alienware website...you will drool over the uberness (particularly if you are a gamer like I am).
Ok, folks, I must get back to the grind. Stay tuned!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Breakdown: The First Chapter
Hello, world. Nice to meet you. You can call me K.G. It is as good as anything else I have been called in my life, I guess. I've never made an attempt at a serious blog before, but I'm beginning to think that not only would my life make a great soap opera, but that it will help me (and maybe some of you readers out there) to put down my thoughts and experiences somewhere solid.
So, I suppose it might help if I gave some background information, some exposition to the story as it were. I'm in my early to mid twenties and I reside in New York state. My home is, as of September, an apartment with my boyfriend in a complex full of geriatrics and other students. I have both parents, a sister, two half-sisters, five dogs, one bird, and various friends, enemies, and exs. My career is that of the perpetual student. Actually, to be more precise, I get paid to be a teaching assistant...but my end goal is to get my PhD in Behavioral Neuroscience, find a job teaching at a small university or college, and have a small lab dedicated to neuroethology (the study of the neural basis of natural animal behavior).
Hmm...what else? Well, when I was in high school I was diagnosed by my family physician with clinical depression, just like my father and grandfather. I took Prozac for about a year before I decided I wanted to learn how to cope on my own without the meds. I've been relatively stable ever since, although recently I've been finding myself getting down a bit more. It could be seasonal affective disorder, or it might be the instability of my personal life - but we'll talk about that more later!
I've been with my boyfriend for a little over a year. Before I met him, I was engaged to be married to a nice boy I had been with throughout most of my undergrad career, but that boy and I grew apart and I started grad school with a clean slate. My boyfriend is the most amazing and frustrating guy I have ever been with. I'm the kind of assertive, domineering woman who always dates guys I can have some amount of control over. It sounds terrible, and it is, but I admit that I have always liked to have the guys I love wrapped around my finger. This one is different, though - a real man who stands up to me and fights with me, who is passionate, sexy, intelligent. I really love him and he really loves me, but between my personality quirks and his issues and baggage, we fight all of the time. Which not only is problematic for us within our relationship, but also has caused a huge rift between me and my family, who feel that I should leave him and find someone better.
I will post again soon, but I need time to gather my thoughts and figure out how best to tell my story. There is so much I want to tell you. My past, my achievements, my downfalls, my strengths and weaknesses, stupid and fun times with friends, broken hearts...the best storyteller can find a way to weave it all together so that the reader keeps coming back for more. I would like to be that kind of storyteller. If I can do it with my life, maybe I can write those fantasy novels I've always wanted to publish. So, world, all I ask is you give me a chance. I promise, I will try not to disappoint.
So, I suppose it might help if I gave some background information, some exposition to the story as it were. I'm in my early to mid twenties and I reside in New York state. My home is, as of September, an apartment with my boyfriend in a complex full of geriatrics and other students. I have both parents, a sister, two half-sisters, five dogs, one bird, and various friends, enemies, and exs. My career is that of the perpetual student. Actually, to be more precise, I get paid to be a teaching assistant...but my end goal is to get my PhD in Behavioral Neuroscience, find a job teaching at a small university or college, and have a small lab dedicated to neuroethology (the study of the neural basis of natural animal behavior).
Hmm...what else? Well, when I was in high school I was diagnosed by my family physician with clinical depression, just like my father and grandfather. I took Prozac for about a year before I decided I wanted to learn how to cope on my own without the meds. I've been relatively stable ever since, although recently I've been finding myself getting down a bit more. It could be seasonal affective disorder, or it might be the instability of my personal life - but we'll talk about that more later!
I've been with my boyfriend for a little over a year. Before I met him, I was engaged to be married to a nice boy I had been with throughout most of my undergrad career, but that boy and I grew apart and I started grad school with a clean slate. My boyfriend is the most amazing and frustrating guy I have ever been with. I'm the kind of assertive, domineering woman who always dates guys I can have some amount of control over. It sounds terrible, and it is, but I admit that I have always liked to have the guys I love wrapped around my finger. This one is different, though - a real man who stands up to me and fights with me, who is passionate, sexy, intelligent. I really love him and he really loves me, but between my personality quirks and his issues and baggage, we fight all of the time. Which not only is problematic for us within our relationship, but also has caused a huge rift between me and my family, who feel that I should leave him and find someone better.
I will post again soon, but I need time to gather my thoughts and figure out how best to tell my story. There is so much I want to tell you. My past, my achievements, my downfalls, my strengths and weaknesses, stupid and fun times with friends, broken hearts...the best storyteller can find a way to weave it all together so that the reader keeps coming back for more. I would like to be that kind of storyteller. If I can do it with my life, maybe I can write those fantasy novels I've always wanted to publish. So, world, all I ask is you give me a chance. I promise, I will try not to disappoint.
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