this year too

so adam and i are now in florida. west melbourne, florida to be exact.
i love it here, even though i stay locked up in our apartment all day writing about the immune system of catfish. that says a lot.
i can't wait to get a job, though i still haven't figured out what to do with my life. i thought about going back to school and getting a BSN (nursing degree). but i don't qualify for in-state tuition for another year and out-of-state tuition is freakin EXPENSIVE. no joke. so expensive in fact, it's changed my mind and convinced me that i need to get a job. plus, i think the mini cooper bug bit me. i REALLY want a mini, which means i need a job so i can make some money and buy me a mini cooper.
elton john is speaking to me today. he sits on the roof and sings props to me while i edit my litreview. he's putting down in words how wonderful life is while i'm in this world. i actually feel special in a not so personal way. yup i'm his blue-jean-pretty-eyed baby dancing in the sand.
so HOPEFULLY, with beautiful elton's help, i'll get this litreview out of my hands in the next couple of days and start the actual thesis. i have this yucky feeling in the bottom of my stomach that dr. nusbaum thinks i'm sitting around doing nothing... and you know what? maybe i am. maybe i really am just sitting here doing nothing every day!
actually... i've been busy going to the doctor 7 times this month (thanks to United Healthcare!)
and i've become addicted to SU DOKU!!! oh my gosh i can't get enough of it! my personal goal is to get good enough to do the insanely hard level with no problems. right now i can't even solve the insane puzzels.
and i've read 4 books in the past month: first i finished Under the Greenwood Tree by Thomas Hardy. it was alright. but i don't think i'm a huge fan of Thomas Hardy. there was too much old irish slang. it took a while to get to used to. and then there were several places that i could tell were supposed to be situationally funny, but they weren't. or not to me at least.
then i read Daphne DuMaurier's Jamaica Inn. It was ok. but it was written in the 1930's but supposed to take place in the early 1800's and you could tell that a modern woman wrote the book. not that a 1930's woman is modern... but a 1930's woman is a post-1919 woman of action. so the main character seemed a little too spirited in the whole book.
the next book i read was Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert. it was good. i enjoyed reading it, though it was very similar to Anna Karenina, and i liked Anna a WHOLE lot better. maybe it was just the translation (i had a really REALLY old book from the library) but the writting tenses were weird making it seem awkwardly written. but i still liked it a lot.
the last book i read was Ten Little Indians by Agatha Christie. i love this book. the last time i read it was 10 years ago. i was hoping i wouldn't remember any of it, but i remembered everything about it. it's amazing. i can watch a movie and love it, but i'll forget it in a couple of years. or if i read a book and like it, but not love it, i'll forget it as well. but if you give me a book and i love it, i'll never forget it. i'll carry it around in my head and make it one of my own memories lost in my head for forever. and someday when i'm crazy and old, i'll mix up all the old memories i've experienced, read and dreamed and live one trippy life.