operating life's syphon

I've been working a lot at the lab. Cherish (the other undergrad) is gone this week, so I'm all by myself. I've listened to a good chunk of my music library there, which is nice. It's nice to have solitude around others, instead of just plain old solitude. I title this entry as such because at the lab I need to work this syphon to wash pipettes, but I can never get the water pressure out of the distilled water tap to get to a speed reasonable enough to not either drain the thing completely or keep cycling through rinsing. The head of the lab (Tom) has explained to me how to work it several times, but poorly, and I just feel frustrated. My goal for tonight is to do some serious research on how a syphon works so as to prepare myself for tomorrow's struggle. I guess I referred to my life as operating a syphon because I feel like people have explained to me so many times how to live my life, what to do, what to say, how to feel about events, people and places, but I feel like I still don't get it either. It should be easy, my life. It's nothing special. I don't lead a hard existence. I have control over everything in my life...for the most part. I just feel empty or something. Like an empty pipette cleaning container.
Anyway, today was the most beautiful day I think I've ever experienced. It was a chilly (I laugh, a mere 75 degrees) and sunny and crisp. Not humid. I loved it. My dad and I were supposed to go to Devil's Lake, but he bailed on account of me getting home from the lab too late (damn the cursed autoclave). So we ended up having a day in Madison together...we shopped for spice racks and argued a lot. Typical. I've been sleeping at my mom's house ever since the incident Sunday night in which I was charged 450 dollars for having some friends in my backyard after 9 o'clock. (Mind you, the first actual social interaction I really engaged in all summer, needless to say, negative points to being a socialite).
I bought another book today on a whim. I feel like I've been overstimulated by constantly watching netflix so my goal is to read more. I love reading. I love reading outside. It's nice because you don't need a cord to read.
On the music front, I guess it would be nice to mention some music that I've really enjoyed listening to at the lab. It's nice background music and some of it I really have gotten into. First and foremost, I've come to the conclusion that LCD Soundsystem might be overrated. I love "Someone Great" but for the most part the rest of the CD is on the good side of mediocre. The band jj is great at the lab, and I've listened to my complete collection of Modest Mouse a couple times because some of it makes me think deeply and some of it makes me want to dance. When Ke$ha's "Your Love is my Drug" comes on, I kinda move my butt funny, which is uplifting. The (500) Days of Summer Soundtrack has become commonly listened to, as well as my ever growing collection of Weezer. I feel like when I look back on this summer, I will remember it as a Weezer summer, which is cool, because I feel like before I liked Weezer, I knew the lyrics, but now I feel like I love them. And I feel the difference between Ratitude and Pinkerton, like, really feel it. I mean, as I'm bopping my head along to Ratitude (don't get me wrong, I still like the CD), I feel sad because he (and by he I refer to Rivers Cuomo) is so clearly not putting himself into those tracks. It feels almost contrived, and I hope that, for his sake, he writes in privacy and gets his feelings out properly. I'd love to hear that music that comes from his actual emotion again, if it still is in existence and being produced. So that's a brief digression into music for you.