13 November 2002 - 12:57

Note that this entry is not titled "The GRE gets its arse kicked, pt. 2." I don't think I did supremely well on the GRE Biology subject test. I think I might have done well enough, but it's hard to say. The proctor was an hour late and we all got a bit tense. And of course, I won't know how I did for 6 - 8 weeks.

I also applied from an NSF graduate fellowship. Wish me luck--I need it.

Slow, sweet days. The house is sparkling clean. Wheel lies in bed with me and reads my diary from when I was twelve. We make candles and we cook. Sometimes there is rain. I'm reading books for the first time in a while. Wheel plays "Ode to Joy" on the Yamaha keyboard. I call Junglefreak long distance to harass him. We watch the DVD of American Beauty, which we hadn't seen since we saw it in theaters early my first year (and then lay numbly silent in Wheel's bed until we fell sound asleep). New College dance tutorial is short, but very good. I can make horns out of rubber. I am lonely in spots, and dwell moodily on a pretty girl--I won't name names. Platypus warns me that I'm too young for complacency. Gillian says I couldn't be complacent if I tried, so I shouldn't worry about it. Every now and then I try to work on my thesis.