Today I was thinking about how I felt as if things were beginning to become somewhat boring and I had a slight fear that I would run out of (interesting) things to blog about. Then I thought harder. Then I realized something. All that has happened is that I have become used to living here, and it's like nothing is weird to me anymore. It's just like a fish that is placed a new tank. At first, it might think the water is a bit cold (or in my case, hot), and the surroundings, and the other fish are a bit different. But once that fish swims around a bit, it eventually forgets what was so different about everything in the first place. That's exactly how I feel right now. Granted, I'm still the new fishy, and will be all summer, but that's okay. I just need to keep the blog interesting and I want to keep an out-of-tank perspective for the blog. Anyway, I'll be done with this fish analogy. It's tacky.
On Friday at the lab, John and I ended up staying WAY late. We were working on some experiments, and we were just so wrapped up in what we were doing that we stayed there until after 6. It felt so good to go home that day. I guess it wasn't terribly late, but it was a Friday, and we had lost track of time (it happens with research...). On Fridays in our lab, each person has a one-on-on meeting with our PI (principal investigator, aka the head of the lab, my boss, etc.). John and I had this meeting together. I really, really like my PI. He is very personal with everyone in the lab, and he cares about each person and the research they are doing. He is really nice too. I didn't know that I would be working under him until I came out here and met him on my first day. Anyway, this meeting that John and I had with him went well. He was pleased with what we did our first full week.
Yesterday (Saturday), there was a baptism in my ward. I went to it with a couple other girls that live downtown near me. An hour or so after the baptism there was a ward activity. There were 8 people at this ward activity. Like I said, it's a small ward. We played some minute to win it games. It was a total blast! My partner was a girl named Kaitlyn. She's from Baltimore and is home for the summer. She went to school at BYU. The ward members here are a lot of fun. I'm also pretty sure that I won't have to ride the bus at all anymore to get to anything church related. Which is super fabulous. I half expected that to happen, but I wasn't sure if anyone would actually live near me.
Jessie, the girl that drives me to church, also is a frequent shopper at Wal-Mart. She took me last night to Wal-Mart with her. I seriously don't think she understands how much I appreciate her being willing to take me! My only access to groceries is the store by my apartment, and it tends to be slightly more expensive. It works, but it's expensive. I ended up purchasing a mattress pad last night also. You see, I sleep on an air mattress, and it sucks when it gets hot at night and there is no ventilation between you and the mattress. Just thought I'd add that in. But hopefully things will be good now. And I bought groceries. It wasn't cheap. I eat nothing but cereal every morning, and a box of it costs me like $6. Baltimore sucks for that one reason. Anyway...I got my groceries. And Jessie had a car for me to take them home in. Oh. And...Jessie has a copy of the books that I really want to read this summer. Coincidence that I met her (for all of these reasons)? Definitely not.
The weather has been better. It's not so killer hot anymore. As in, it's no longer a heat index of 120. I'm not sure what the weather is...but it's not awful. It is a lot more humid now though than it was when I got here (which is saying something). I just looked it up and I guess the current weather says "feels like 89". So there you go mom. You can totally come out here.
If anyone has any slight interest, the ward blog is at http://baltouniversityward.blogspot.com/ there are some pictures there. I'm in like...3. haha. so not many. But maybe you can see a bit what the ward is like I suppose.
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