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poor Minnie Mouse

so, my day started out at UCSD. we had a baby (one of our very first 18 month olds) come in at 9:30am and kate and i went out to the parking lot to meet them. the mom said that her daughter was an old pro at being a participant in research studies, so we thought we'd be having a pretty easy day. well, it ended up that the baby, and she was a pretty mellow baby overall, wasn't having any part of the electrode cap on her head, so we had to stop almost an hour and a half into it. just for some background, i volunteer at UCSD in a psychology lab, and the professor that heads our research is looking at cognitive development. basically, we bring babies in, play with and entertain them, do some neat stuff where we videotape them and their behavior, and on some of them, we put electrode caps on them and look at their brain waves. its all pretty interesting, and i got super lucky on the lab i'm in. everything happens for a reason, right?

i got a flu shot today. it hurt like a bitch. although, the woman who gave it to me was really nice, so that helped alot. my arm was so sore afterwards, but i think i'm okay now. i haven't even taken off the band-aid yet. hopefully, i don't suffer those horrible side affects that people can have after getting the flu shot... you know, those symptoms that look like you have the flu. let's all cross our fingers.

so, for the title for today... i got my little minnie mouse antenna ball stolen today. well, i don't know exactly if it was stolen, but it's not on my antenna. i've seen that sucker fly in the wind while i'm driving a bazillion miles per hour down the freeway and it seemed to hold on fine, so i doubt it fell off... but it makes me sad to think someone stole it. it was all old and faded, but it was mine, so that's why i liked it. my sister got it for me when she went to disneyland, and even though its not like i live in afghanistan and it would be difficult to get another one, but that's not the point. it just sucks, that's all.... so, poor minnie mouse.

i've also wanted to mention... on z90, on my drive home, the DJ, calls that time the "afternoon something or other -- bomboocha." OH GOD every time i hear him say that, i cringe... it is just so freakin irritating.