It's time for an update..

Currently listening to: The Decemberists- Clementine

So I have a pretty lengthy to-do list and essentially have no time to waste… which is why I am choosing to write an update instead.

I’ve been back in Fresno for a month now and well…hmmm…yeah. Here’s the thing I missed people. I missed my family and my friends. A lot and I am so happy to be able to see them and be able to hang out with them. But I didn’t miss school, lab, and all the associated drama. I didn’t miss Fresno. I miss Ithaca. I miss my friends I left behind. I miss the environment. I miss my lab (even with all that set of drama I still miss most of it). I miss who I am in Ithaca, which I realize may not make sense to anyone but me. I miss Ithaca-- Ithaca is home.

Coming back to Fresno was interesting because in some ways things completely changed and in other ways things never change. There’s a lot to say but I can feel that to-do list getting longer by the second. I’ll probably update in doses. There are some things from this summer that I want to share including the one-armed man, being woken up in the middle by cops banging down my neighbor’s door, adventures with friends old and new, and plenty (perhaps too many?) tales of debauchery. There’s so much to say about being back in Fresno with lab, school, friends, drama, thesis, and grad school looming its ugly head. Oi. I need a vacation.

Sleepless in Ithaca

I can't sleep.

And I just realized that I'm really upset right now.

And I just can't sleep.

Nothing new for me but now I keep hearing a lady screaming in my head. Last night/ this morning at 4am I woke up with a start. Didn't really know why and sat there in a momentary daze until I realize there's a woman with a heavy accent screaming for help. She was yelling, "Help! Someone please help! Call the police!" Over and over again. She sounded really aggitated so I dialed 911. I was in a daze and tried my best to explain the situation to the 911 lady. For some reason I was upset and I could hear it in my voice. The lady asked me 3 times what my name was and was able to get my last name before my first name-- that's a first.

I keep expecting the yelling to start again. And... I'm really upset. This is surprising to me.

Anyway, so I'm kinda worried about the lady and I really hope she's ok. At some poin the yelling stopped, but I don't know if she got the help she needed. It sounded like it was in the little parking lot outside my windows. I wanted to help but really didn't feel safe venturing outside on my own. I feel guilty about it and keep hearing her screams in my head. I think I made the right decision(?). I just wish I knew she was okay.

And so it begins..

So I've been musing with blogging for a while. Which may be news to you unless you're Sean- who's the main person responsible for giving me the blogging bug. So if you hate this blog- blame him.

Anyway we'll see if I'm able to keep this up on a semi-regular basis. This way you guys can keep up with Maria and her adventures in awkward-ville-- a place where Maria is queen.