Well, for the first time in almost a month, I have somehow managed reliable wireless connection in my oh-so-urban apartment. I have learned to appreciate the leisure of repetition and silence, have become, rather unexpectedly, at least more tolerant of things I previously did not understand. I have offended those who were to me once dear, have ( Read more... )

It occurs to me on this day of days, fresh from about 8 hours of organic chemistry, that molecules exhibit chemistry which is not only predictable but perfectly in tune. Most reactions and molecules react peacefully and tentatively, sharing hydrogens, electrons, and pi systems like polite little children. What fascinates me in this ramble, ( Read more... )

We all know people who are perpetually stuck in that 'awkward middle school phase.' Common physical traits include (but are not limited to ( Read more... )

And to think, I used to dislike the Red Hot Chili Peppers ...

I bought a trashcan for my bathroom. No, it isn't wicker (the world seems to have completely run dry of wicker trash cans), but it is v. cute.

Suddenly, in light of this recent trash-receptacle development, my apartment is real.

I would go to Emory Med School just for the learnlink (I'm an addict, too).

BEST TOOTHBRUSH EVER:

Oral-B's "Advantage Artica" (proven to whiten)!!!!

Gucci died. He killed himself by jumping out of his bowl. There's been a suicide in my new apartment. How do I cleanse this stain (Out, out damned spot!)?

I know the fighting is normal. I still hate it.

What I mean to say is ...

YOINK!!!

I know I appear either insane OR bitchy (sometimes both) at all moments, but I swear there is an explanation, at least most of the time.

I'm eating BARBE-QUE tonight!

And, in case you were wondering: "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

And the weekend comes to an amiable close.