mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Short and to the point: Chi-town, here I come! There seems to always be a bit of confusion in the air. Every time I talk to people who read my diary, they get two people I talk about semi-regularly very confused, mostly because they have the same name. One of them is Lisa (who is just a polymer scientist). The other is Best Friend Lisa. Two completely different people. Lisa the Polymer Scientist is a good friend of mine from my hometown school. She is getting her doctorate in polymer science, yet, when going to a casino, she can't figure out how much money can be changed out of nickles, which is really quite funny when you think about it. The other Lisa in my life is Best Friend Lisa. Also known as "Girl of my Dreams" Lisa. We met at the boarding school I attended way back in high school, and we have been the best of friends ever since. I'm the Forrest to her Jenny. We've been through a lot together, and, well, I can't begin to say enough without devoting an entire entry about her. Which may happen. You never know. So, now you know. And when I say something like, "Polymer scientist Lisa and I will be going to Chicago in March," you will instantly know who I am talking about and won't ask silly questions like, "This is the girl you go visit in Indiana all the time, right?". Which leads me to fun news... Polymer scientist Lisa and I will be going to Chicago in March! We are going just to hang out, party, see some museums, maybe meet some interesting people at the hostel, and probably do a few nights of pure, holy, uninhibited drinking. She was the girl I hung out with two years ago when I spent an entire week in Chicago. We had such a blast that we are going to try and re-create the week. It is spring break for me. She's just skipping school and work. Should be fun! That's all I really have to report today. Other than work, I came home and went straight to bed. My sleep schedule is so f'd up, it is beyond help. I am getting pretty sick of space shuttle stuff. When you work in television, that seems to be all you see. This is one of the reasons why I want to get out of broadcasting. Most people, when news starts to stress them, they just turn off the television and play castanets with their knees. But nope. I have to watch it for 12 hours. I think news is trying to make the space shuttle explosion into a September 11 event. Sure, seven people died. It's a shame. But in goold ol' American fashion, let's get over it and move on. I would be up for improving the way we get up into space. Something much more reusable. Like I was telling a friend, having a space vehicle that mostly burns up upon use is sooo 1980s. But regardless how we get up there, it's important that we keep going. Believe it or not, I would argue that you benefit at least once every minute from technology and science derived from space travel. I'm willing to provide examples if you care to ask. But it's too late, and I'm tired. So, goodnight. 10:54 p.m. - Mon., Feb. 3, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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