today was crazy stressful… four classes in a row, lots of running around, no time for lunch. i have a stack of books and papers to read. i got through most of my reading for biochem, but analytical mostly bored me to tears.
i gave up trying to read for a-chem after spending more time creeping on the cute guy who works at the coffee shop. oops.
my poster is due in a couple of days, i have a million assignments, piles of research, and prelabs on prelabs on prelabs. but fuck it, at least i had a good hair day? yes.
i’m writing a poster abstract, and it’s killing my long-winded soul, man. a poster is a brief description of research! so i’m writing a brief description of a brief description. bullshit
it’s still retail therapy if you’re stressed, not sad, right? i mean, i’m always stressed or anxious or carrying around neurotic baggage. whatever.
i totally almost bought a grey sweater dress. by sweater, i mean it felt like a sweatshirt and was sort of life changing. but i don’t need two new dresses, maybe. but i have two lab free days a week this fall, so i can wear dresses again! pictures probably to commence. i’m lazy.
i have a lab schedule for the fall. all of the research. all of the labs! my first three labs for this biochem lab are: analysis of optical absorbance data, absorbance of pNPP, and pH dependence of pNPP absorbance. i have four intense chemistry labs, a ton of research, lectures… and calculus.
i’m preemptively terrified.
i don’t wear these RRLs very often (read: i have not yet vomited on them?), so they haven’t been laundered (after, uhh, a year). which is totally normal and okay, right? oh, internet. only you understand me. why do my coworkers think i’m crazy?
but for real, my other RRLs need to be soaked. i should get on that. go home for the weekend and turn my parents’ bathtub blue? yes.
i was in my car and halfway to a double cheeseburger, when lo… whole foods. i have orange juice, milk, grape popsicles, and mini wheats. oh, and greek yogurt. “junk in, junk out” doesn’t only apply to purification of dimer before and after deprotection. lulz. nerd analogies. have i suddenly lost all my social skills?
edit: ha. ha. i never had social skills, you guys
oh man, i really don’t mean to be so bad at this, but finals zapped my brain, guys.
anyway, PACKING. holy crap. my research fellowship starts on monday. i’m trying not to be a neurotic over-packer, but what if i need these things?! i can only wear pants in the lab, so that narrows things down quite a bit.
just kidding, i’m going to wear these obnoxiously pink pants the rest of my life. and i got an orange belt. i’m gonna ride this neon trend to death.
and in other news, go OKC. never not hating the lakers.