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Grad school is progressing, in the "I'm sitting on my ass reading all day" kind of way. In slightly more interesting news, we went to a wedding over the weekend in wine country that was the most gorgeous event I've ever been to. Props to people with short ceremonies (i.e. no songs or readings in latin) and lovely vineyards as the setting. Both ( Read more... ) -
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Things are good. We got back from Puerto Vallarta last Monday, and I started in the new lab this most recent Monday. As of right now, it looks like I'll be revisiting the lymphoma side of things (i.e. my year as a tech) during some reading to try and carve out the beginnings of my thesis research. Unexpected, but amazing. It's an odd feeling to ( Read more... ) -
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It's hard to get work done when you have a ball of fur who won't leave you alone. The photo below is not staged . . . he's been there for an hour.
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I think I picked my thesis lab. I keep trying to get up the nerve to make it official, but alas . . . I keep chickening out ( Read more... ) -
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I was mildly productive today. Not in the reading papers/studying kind of way, but in the "I don't want to pull my hair out anymore" kind of way. I took Sam to the vet for his sneezing, and it turns out he caught a respiratory thing when he was at the rescue place. The 1.3 lb furball has to get medicine via a dropper twice a day. Rugrat. He's ( Read more... ) -
1.5 pounds of cute
This is Sam! He just came home today. He is a whole lot of cuteness - he love to purr and snuggle and romp around. He was a rescue kitten, and if anyone wants his brother (who looks just like him) I can hook it up.
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Friday = bleh
Lab was frustrating today . . . just unbelievably frustrating. I want to scream when I should have a pellet, I know there's a pellet, the pellet should not be clear, and yet - I see nothing ( Read more... ) -
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My Orange County hairstylist (as opposed to my Santa Barbara one, who has cut my hair since I had hair to cut) somehow, despite numerous lovely haircuts, somehow decided that "1-2 inches" somehow meant 5. I've mentioned that I'm fidgety and cannot have hair falling in my eyes, and yet . . . pow ( Read more... )