During all of my mad packing and purging yesterday, I'm pretty sure I donated one of my shoes for Erin's wedding.

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It's been a strange couple of weeks, and a lot of things are kind of a mess. I'm still fucking sick. It's only been like...100 years now. I've ruled out healing crisis because I'm not bloody healing. In fact, I think it's all getting worse. I've got a lead on a new doc but I'm sure it'll be the same old thing. Please, somebody figure out what ( Read more... )

I finally went today to pick up all my orgo stuff from my professors office.

Holy fucking shit

I'm getting an 86.

Let me start this by saying that I do not live in a ghetto apt complex. We pay a buttload every month, and we've never had an issues. Maitnence is awesome, the lot is always plowed, etc. With that said ( Read more... )

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You are I are going to have to come to some sort of compromise here. I get it, you hate me. I can accept that. But I've got to tell you, dear dermis, that you're only hurting yourself. You itch, you break out, you get weird infections, and for what? To make me miserable? To negate the zillions of dollars and hours I spend trying to make you ( Read more... )

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This morning, I developed a complicated analogy of my shower to an organic molecule in preparation for my impending organic chemistry test.  I came out of the shower, and explained it to Erin.  "Well," replied she, "you're insane, but you've got it down!"

ETA: my puff was steric hinderance

You know how people always say that witnessing birth is the most incredible thing ever?
I just watched Jill have Pheonix, and I've gotta say, those people aren't lying.