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| What is the obsession with long hair? I've talked to so man guys recently that feel that long hair is sexy and they will be less attracted to a girl if she has short hair. What. The. Fuck.
Is it I am what I do with my hair??
I'm not a different person if I cut my hair. I'm really tired of this. I know guys are more visual when it comes to selecting mates and/or relationships, but really? I find it hard to believe that I'm less sexy with short hair. I'm tired of this. This makes me want to cut my hair now, but I really want to wait until it's long enough to donate....
This is not just one person either. I have had three, totally independent guys tell me that short hair is not as sexy.
Well, well...
I'm sorry I'm too progressive for this town.
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| What an awe-inspiring weekend it has been my friends...
I completed my first marathon this weekend in Nashville in 5 hours and 40 mins. (Perhaps a little slower than I should have, but hell, I finished it with no problem.) It was a beautiful, cool jog through a variety of areas of the city and introduced me to parts of the city I'd missed thus far. I had a great run - a few strange pains, but nothing debilitating. I hit a rough patch near mile 23, but I just walked a while and felt good enough to finish nice and strong - I ran the last two miles in a consistent run/shuffle as a fellow runner deemed it. There were tons of people out to cheer us on, lots of good/interesting bands to entertain us, and plenty of great volunteers handing out the water/sports drinks. They even had some fruit to offer us around mile 7 or so. I also had a great support from all my coworkers. They made this bracelet for me that had 26 lines of advice/inspiration to get me through the race. "Check out that cute butt ahead... now follow it!" or "Run for honor, glory, and the free beer at the end."
I must admit finishing that race was one of the best accomplishments of my life. I have never been so proud of myself and shocked at the things you can train your body to do. I stared at my legs for a few minutes this morning in awe of what they did.
Now, admittedly, I could barely climb the steps up to my room on Saturday afternoon, but it was so worth it. I'm hardly sore as of today anyhow. I completed it with little to regret and much to celebrate.
I also had a wonderful Sunday, but that's for another post... later. Hehe. What a beautiful time spring can be...
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| I need to spend time studying more. I want to read and discuss. I don't want to do lab work - but it's becoming slightly more appealing because it actually affects the way people will think about a disorder or a mechanism, etc. However - I feel like I shouldn't be messing around in the lab until I know why I'm doing what I'm doing - which is the exactly opposite of how the world wide lab works. It's my job to understand enough to be productive and then go back to understand what my results mean. It's an interesting balance between knowing what I'm doing technically and understanding enough about the results to interpret to a point of being able to reassess how I actually performed an experiment and improve upon my actual technique.
I'd much rather think about other people's experiments. However - it is muy dificil to understand some experiments and their results without spending a lot of time on the technique.
God, you've got to be really smart to be a scientist. Damn it. This is a lot of work.
Not complaining - almost excited about all this. Just frustrated. It's a lot of work to be a poet, too. And a marathon runner. And a friend, daughter, roommate, member of society, la la la...
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| I've learned that part of growing up is learning your own limitations.
I'm at the stage in life when I'm trying to determine what's a limitation and what just hasn't been pushed to it's limit yet...
I'm always on the brink of something. I'm glad that it's not
always tears anymore. It feels good to transition. So good
to change.
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| So. I like poetry.
Check this shit out. Women of the World Poetry Slam.
Maybe I should go. But if I keep going on trips and things, I'm never going to save any money, diz-amn.
Oh, me. Oh, my. Anyone wanna go? 
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