E. Piphanie

He who knows nothing, loves nothing. He who can do nothing understands nothing. He who understands nothing is worthless. But he who understands also loves, notices, sees...The more knowledge is inherent in a thing, the greater the love...Anyone who imagines that all fruits ripen at the same time as the strawberries knows nothing about grapes. --Paracelsus

Sunday, June 23, 2002

sunday afternoon, 5pm, working.

the tranquility of the lab takes over my unrestful mind. it was supposedly a 3-day weekend, but with so much time spent in lab, i'm beginning to think i've become a slave to this place instead. i don't mind, sorta. i want to end my project with a bang!, so-to-speak; i want my work to leave a good impression on my fellow peers and colleagues---whether or not i plan to return to this field of study. that's the ambitious side of me that still calls for attention when in fact, this IS my "year-off."

my intended to-do list was rather lengthy, but again, i didn't meet nearly half the errands i hoped to run. oh well. chilling is the new attitude i'm trying to take on before going off to school again. maybe it'll be exceedingly prevalent over there when i continue to exude myself as the cali girl. ha! i'll definitely miss that...who knows how much i'll conform myself when meeting the new adventures of new haven. i've always been a conformist to nonconformity (personally, i think everyone is a conformist of some sort), but when my intellectually-stimulating mind is hungry as it has been feeling recently, i might subconsciouly adapt the serious school-girl attitude once i get back into the studying schedule again. it saddens me that i must let my freedom go.

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