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So... Amanda's engaged. I'm dealing better than I thought I might?
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Yes, yes, it's been quite a while since I did a proper post. What else is new?
Anyhoo, last time I made a legitimate post regarding how things were going, I was joking about how I felt like the other man because my girlfriend was trying to keep me hidden from an ex (and a friend) who were coming to visit. (She later got a look at the entry and asked me if that's how I felt, and I reassured her that of COURSE I was joking and it was no huge deal, because she needs to be able to see her friends, regardless of who they are, right?)
Wayulp, turns out I wasn't all that off. I was the other man and had been for months, both with the ex and another friend of hers from DC. She had been doing so for a while, and they all were going on a trip to Europe this summer. At that point, shit went down because OH NOES none of us knew about the others. Funny how that works out. She finally got back to the states and, when I found out from someone who shall remain unnamed (seriously- thanks for letting me know) that she was cheating on me, I called her out on it, and THEN she confessed. Like a week after we'd been talking after she got back from Europe. (She was going to save that confession for when I came to visit the following weekend. Classy, right?) We're still dating, but we're not in a relationship anymore, and I have some pretty serious doubts about where it will go. I can't trust her anymore, and even though I've said that, I don't think she quite gets it, or if she does, she's not making much of an effort to build it back up. Of course, then you've got the consideration of how do you really build trust back up and is it better to just treat it as business as usual, blah blah blah. Either way, a bad end to what I had thought was a pretty solid relationship.
Anyhoo, graduated, got back for the summer, started looking for work. Ended up getting a teaching position in France that I had initially been waitlisted for, which meant that my job search made a 180, resulting in me ultimately finding no job for the few months before my departure. I've been handling visas and other paperwork and studying for the GRE. I haven't been too terribly productive, alas, as most of my summer has been spent thinking about and dealing with the aftermath of the whole girlfriend deal. Maybe having a job would have gone poorly due to that, but on the other hand, it would have given me something else to do methinks. Ah well.
At this point, I leave for Paris in less than 2 weeks, with a visit to Chapel Hill and Davidson (staying with said girl- we'll see how that goes). I've got a visa and most of my paperwork. I need to take care of some housing business and get my banking set up, but I'm somewhat looking forward to all this. I'm terrified of making sure everything goes well and finding housing and scraping together money, but I'm also looking forward to my first real adventure.
Anyway, now I'll make some empty promises about keeping up with the LJ. Godspeed Internet. Thank you for understanding.
Anyhoo, last time I made a legitimate post regarding how things were going, I was joking about how I felt like the other man because my girlfriend was trying to keep me hidden from an ex (and a friend) who were coming to visit. (She later got a look at the entry and asked me if that's how I felt, and I reassured her that of COURSE I was joking and it was no huge deal, because she needs to be able to see her friends, regardless of who they are, right?)
Wayulp, turns out I wasn't all that off. I was the other man and had been for months, both with the ex and another friend of hers from DC. She had been doing so for a while, and they all were going on a trip to Europe this summer. At that point, shit went down because OH NOES none of us knew about the others. Funny how that works out. She finally got back to the states and, when I found out from someone who shall remain unnamed (seriously- thanks for letting me know) that she was cheating on me, I called her out on it, and THEN she confessed. Like a week after we'd been talking after she got back from Europe. (She was going to save that confession for when I came to visit the following weekend. Classy, right?) We're still dating, but we're not in a relationship anymore, and I have some pretty serious doubts about where it will go. I can't trust her anymore, and even though I've said that, I don't think she quite gets it, or if she does, she's not making much of an effort to build it back up. Of course, then you've got the consideration of how do you really build trust back up and is it better to just treat it as business as usual, blah blah blah. Either way, a bad end to what I had thought was a pretty solid relationship.
Anyhoo, graduated, got back for the summer, started looking for work. Ended up getting a teaching position in France that I had initially been waitlisted for, which meant that my job search made a 180, resulting in me ultimately finding no job for the few months before my departure. I've been handling visas and other paperwork and studying for the GRE. I haven't been too terribly productive, alas, as most of my summer has been spent thinking about and dealing with the aftermath of the whole girlfriend deal. Maybe having a job would have gone poorly due to that, but on the other hand, it would have given me something else to do methinks. Ah well.
At this point, I leave for Paris in less than 2 weeks, with a visit to Chapel Hill and Davidson (staying with said girl- we'll see how that goes). I've got a visa and most of my paperwork. I need to take care of some housing business and get my banking set up, but I'm somewhat looking forward to all this. I'm terrified of making sure everything goes well and finding housing and scraping together money, but I'm also looking forward to my first real adventure.
Anyway, now I'll make some empty promises about keeping up with the LJ. Godspeed Internet. Thank you for understanding.
At Bob's Behest
So, the top 5 things you could get at Chuck E. Cheese's through tickets.
I didn't make it to Chuck E. Cheese's nearly enough as a kid, so I can't easily remember. Besides, when I did, I was all about the Ninja Turtles arcade game. But, here's the shindig such as I can remember.
Number 5:
Spider Rings. They hurt the crap out of your fingers because they were crummy plastic, and you couldn't really close your hand without it scratching you a little bit, but man, you looked like a supervillain. You could probably live in a sweet tree-fort with Dr. Claw and Shredder, and you'd be awesome.
Number 4:
The obligatory thing you'd never have enough tickets to win. I remember seeing a Terminator bust, a bike or two, some stereos, and other ridiculously awesome looking stuff that would cost you ages in tokens to earn. Ages that would take away from playing as Leonardo on Ninja Turtles and fighting the awesome turtle killing robots.
Number 3:
Vampire teeth. Everybody loves vampire teeth. They suck to wear, but you look like a vampire! A vampire, man! Der Nosferatu, but you didn't know that when you were at Chuck E. Cheese's, because you were busy playing the sweet Ninja Turtles game.
Number 2:
Anything glow-in-the-dark. You had a shiny green/white thing going whenever it was dark. They wouldn't ever really work unless you held them straight up to the light for about three years. And I mean, now I can say all this business about quantum yields and phosphorescence and lifetimes, but it's still glow-in-the-dark! And that's AWESOME.
And Number 1!
The yo-yo. You could run around with a yo-yo trying to do mad tricks, because they'd send those cool people to your school who were on the yo-yo team, which was clearly where all the money really is. And then the string would get tangled, but you'd still have a sweet yo-yo. And if you were Will, it probably had spikes and you used it to fight crime, like that nefarious character playing the Ninja Turtles game with the glow-in-the-dark spider ring and vampire teeth.
I didn't make it to Chuck E. Cheese's nearly enough as a kid, so I can't easily remember. Besides, when I did, I was all about the Ninja Turtles arcade game. But, here's the shindig such as I can remember.
Number 5:
Spider Rings. They hurt the crap out of your fingers because they were crummy plastic, and you couldn't really close your hand without it scratching you a little bit, but man, you looked like a supervillain. You could probably live in a sweet tree-fort with Dr. Claw and Shredder, and you'd be awesome.
Number 4:
The obligatory thing you'd never have enough tickets to win. I remember seeing a Terminator bust, a bike or two, some stereos, and other ridiculously awesome looking stuff that would cost you ages in tokens to earn. Ages that would take away from playing as Leonardo on Ninja Turtles and fighting the awesome turtle killing robots.
Number 3:
Vampire teeth. Everybody loves vampire teeth. They suck to wear, but you look like a vampire! A vampire, man! Der Nosferatu, but you didn't know that when you were at Chuck E. Cheese's, because you were busy playing the sweet Ninja Turtles game.
Number 2:
Anything glow-in-the-dark. You had a shiny green/white thing going whenever it was dark. They wouldn't ever really work unless you held them straight up to the light for about three years. And I mean, now I can say all this business about quantum yields and phosphorescence and lifetimes, but it's still glow-in-the-dark! And that's AWESOME.
And Number 1!
The yo-yo. You could run around with a yo-yo trying to do mad tricks, because they'd send those cool people to your school who were on the yo-yo team, which was clearly where all the money really is. And then the string would get tangled, but you'd still have a sweet yo-yo. And if you were Will, it probably had spikes and you used it to fight crime, like that nefarious character playing the Ninja Turtles game with the glow-in-the-dark spider ring and vampire teeth.
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Two hours ago, I would have posted about how I was at that beautiful nexus of drunkenness, when nothing can get you down. And still, nothing quite can.
So, I'm visiting my lady-friend, and things are going great. I'm most definitely drunk, but it's all good. She was supposed to have friends over this weekend, and then one cancelled. They were supposed to come by tomorrow.
Guess what?
They came by tonight.
I hid behind a closet door to help her avoid grief.
I think I'm the Other Man, and I find that absolutely hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing the whole way back. I drove other people to the giggles as well. It was beautiful, man.
So, I'm visiting my lady-friend, and things are going great. I'm most definitely drunk, but it's all good. She was supposed to have friends over this weekend, and then one cancelled. They were supposed to come by tomorrow.
Guess what?
They came by tonight.
I hid behind a closet door to help her avoid grief.
I think I'm the Other Man, and I find that absolutely hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing the whole way back. I drove other people to the giggles as well. It was beautiful, man.
Morbidity from Sleep Dep
Okay so check it.
Greatest way to kill yourself (not that you should):
Go to the LHC. Sneak inside the actual particle accelerator while in a Gandalf costume. Wait for them to be about to turn it on, and then shout, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
Then come back as Dr. Manhattan.
Greatest way to kill yourself (not that you should):
Go to the LHC. Sneak inside the actual particle accelerator while in a Gandalf costume. Wait for them to be about to turn it on, and then shout, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
Then come back as Dr. Manhattan.
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So, on an application, what do you think is the hardest thing to mess up?
Not your name; you've got to type that in, and typos tend to sneak in. Not your essays; again, typos.
How about your birthdate?
Thanks to a typo, AMCAS and 15 Med Schools think that I'm 11.
Fuck.
Not your name; you've got to type that in, and typos tend to sneak in. Not your essays; again, typos.
How about your birthdate?
Thanks to a typo, AMCAS and 15 Med Schools think that I'm 11.
Fuck.
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Fuck. That's a new and exciting experience.
And now my hand is bloodied.
Hellz to the yeah cryptic and vaguely emo. Hell, straight up emo. Fuck it.
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There's never going to be a better time for me to post than the present. (By the way, I'm going ot go ahead an n==d not look at the screen while I'm doing this. That'll teach those typos what's what. Or something like that.)
I've been hardcore procrastinating a lot of things that I probably shouldn't be recetly. Thankfully, I'm going to be doing some pretty solid research this summer, and I'll be ablet o say s some pretty badass stuff about it (i.e. Ï'm investigating Charge-Transfer states in light harvesting oligoproline systems . "Heh. Smugness that isn't at all justified.). Anyway, where was I? Seriously, I don't know, what with not looking at my screen while I'm doing this. We went to quiz bowl this weekend. I missed some PChem uestions, and yet I got the one about Playboy. Thissomewhat telling of my knowledge base.
Also, I turned 21. Since I did it during a hell week (2 lab reports, one test, and a proof) I didn't get to drink much while I was in town, and by the time it was the weekend I was in scenic Dallas airport for quiz bowl nationals, since I'm just that much of a nerd. Hence what I said about playboy vs. Pcehm. wow. This is really disjointed. Fuck it.
Anyway, I'm still alive and doing reasonably well. 'will always say that I should post here more often, and I will always manage to not follow through on that.
There are girls, ruminations on high school ad college, and there are classes.
Now, on to the future!
http://leasticoulddo.com/comic/20081028
As I write this, I'm moving into my 42nd hour awake (EDIT: Final time: 42 h, 11 minutes). I'm going to call it shortly after that. In these past 42 hours, I have:
Helped a friend through an emotional crisis of sorts
Gone to class
Found out friend had gotten a spot with a grant we had both applied for
Panicked over aforementioned grant and forthcoming workload
Checked Mail
Found out that I did get the funding I needed
Ate lunch
Gone to lab
Screwed up lab (Twice!)
Succeeded at lab (Thrice!)
Gotten my yearbook picture taken
Found out we're going to Nationals for Quiz Bowl
Arranged some Historian business
Gone to dinner
Started Data Analysis for a lab
Answered other people's questions on lab data analysis
Missed Burn Notice
Bought coffee and combos
Went to work on paper
Drunk Coffee
Eaten Combos
Surfed Internet wildly
Finished paper
Brushed and flossed
Eaten breakfast
Paid bills
Hallucinated that parked car was moving and possibly would run me over
Gone to Synthesis
Fought to stay awake in Synthesis
Filtered product
Seen cracks in product moving
Worked more on Data Analysis
Gone to PChem
Learned about Bohr model
Learned Laplace Transforms kinda
Eaten Lunch
Turned in Paper
Continued working on data analysis
Finished data analysis
Submitted data analysis
Returned to room
Surfed around
Started to nod off
Refused to nod off
Played guitar
Had friend over to sleep (she also had no sleep the night before)
Watched AdultSwim.com while said friend slept
Eaten dinner
Watched most of Dollhouse
Enjoyed most of Dollhouse
Worked a party
Hallucinated that party-goers were terms of error that needed propagating (the majority of my Data Analysis)
Finished working at a party
Returned to room
Started this entry
Brushed teeth, flossed again
Continued Entry, started list
Finished list
Things I have NOT done in the past 42 hours:
Showered
Shaved
Changed Clothes
So, for the sacrifice of those last three things, you too can hallucinate and have oodles of productivity kind of even though you've procrastinated to the very end.
I'll have a PChem test next week, so I may get to repeat this to a somewhat (SOMEWHAT) lesser degree.
Jeez am I tired.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Go Team Venture!
Da Dan Da Dun DUN
Helped a friend through an emotional crisis of sorts
Gone to class
Found out friend had gotten a spot with a grant we had both applied for
Panicked over aforementioned grant and forthcoming workload
Checked Mail
Found out that I did get the funding I needed
Ate lunch
Gone to lab
Screwed up lab (Twice!)
Succeeded at lab (Thrice!)
Gotten my yearbook picture taken
Found out we're going to Nationals for Quiz Bowl
Arranged some Historian business
Gone to dinner
Started Data Analysis for a lab
Answered other people's questions on lab data analysis
Missed Burn Notice
Bought coffee and combos
Went to work on paper
Drunk Coffee
Eaten Combos
Surfed Internet wildly
Finished paper
Brushed and flossed
Eaten breakfast
Paid bills
Hallucinated that parked car was moving and possibly would run me over
Gone to Synthesis
Fought to stay awake in Synthesis
Filtered product
Seen cracks in product moving
Worked more on Data Analysis
Gone to PChem
Learned about Bohr model
Learned Laplace Transforms kinda
Eaten Lunch
Turned in Paper
Continued working on data analysis
Finished data analysis
Submitted data analysis
Returned to room
Surfed around
Started to nod off
Refused to nod off
Played guitar
Had friend over to sleep (she also had no sleep the night before)
Watched AdultSwim.com while said friend slept
Eaten dinner
Watched most of Dollhouse
Enjoyed most of Dollhouse
Worked a party
Hallucinated that party-goers were terms of error that needed propagating (the majority of my Data Analysis)
Finished working at a party
Returned to room
Started this entry
Brushed teeth, flossed again
Continued Entry, started list
Finished list
Things I have NOT done in the past 42 hours:
Showered
Shaved
Changed Clothes
So, for the sacrifice of those last three things, you too can hallucinate and have oodles of productivity kind of even though you've procrastinated to the very end.
I'll have a PChem test next week, so I may get to repeat this to a somewhat (SOMEWHAT) lesser degree.
Jeez am I tired.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Go Team Venture!
Da Dan Da Dun DUN
A Thought (Put in High School Essay Question Format)
Okay, let's say that there is someone who has the ability to alter his/her body shape, mass, and features at will (à la Mystique from the comics). Let's go on to say that (s)he is your significant other.
Would it be problematic/demeaning/[insert adjective of choice] to ask him/her to alter his/her features in bed? What if it were them asking you? What if it were both of you?
Why?
Would it be problematic/demeaning/[insert adjective of choice] to ask him/her to alter his/her features in bed? What if it were them asking you? What if it were both of you?
Why?