Every time I say I’m gonna do better…
I don’t.
It’s pretty pathetic, but it’s me. What else can you ask for? I’m so grateful for the *few* good friends that I have to keep me on track. The past couple of weeks have been really tough, and I’ve had trouble staying focused. I must have given myself the existential scientist talk at least 3 times a week. Even as I type this I’m wondering why I want to be a scientist. Do I really?
So strange.
Anywho, not much going on in the land of me. Just a bunch of piles of dirty clothes, boxes from too much online shopping, and a massive credit card bill to prove it.
Winter is my favorite time of year, and I love dressing in layers and wearing lots of turtlenecks and whatnot. However, mother nature missed the memo and it was 75 degrees here yesterday. So of course I looked crazy with my suede boots on. As soon as I hit the door, I had to run back inside and change. I need to check the weather more often.
Last week, a classmate passed the prelim. I was so happy for her, then the conversation turned to me and everyone wanted to talk science. That would’ve been fine, but we were at the bar!? Seriously? Give me a break!
Thursday night was a blast aside from that little portion. I went with a buddy to the Red Bull Soundclash that same night. It was Battle of the Bands: The Foreign Exchange v. Love Language. FE won and I was supergeeked.
I think this Thursday, I’ll head out to Tigallo’s Two Step, which is hosted by Phonté of Foreign Exchange (and Little Brother). I’d heard of it but never made my way down there.
