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This is a sort of long one, just fo' kicks.
Words cannot express how much I'm looking forward to moving back up to Orlando. I mean, first and foremost I'm looking forward to going to Israel for the first time in two years in August, but after that, I'm so ready dooood! I wanna get back into the flow of things, the groove, where days go by quickly and fun is had with all.
Work is starting to blow, majorly. Shit, this stuff doesn't interest me! I know this is a ridiculously awesome job in every sense of the word, and I'm working for and with some world-renowned peeps in the genetic field, and I'm doing things smarter and more qualified people than me only dream of doing, BUT... ahhh! I just don't care about cells and microbiology and genetics and PCR reactions and shit. And frankly, if autism is dependent on ME to cure it, good luck autism. Sorry bud, I ain't cut out for microbiology, I haven't had four years of schooling on it, and I'm really looking forward to July 31 when I bid this place adieu.
Also, the UM Medical Campus is, like every other good Medical Campus in the country, located in a very shitty hood. To get home, I have to drive through every back alley in Liberty City. Every house has bars on the windows, the Blacks to Hispanics to Whites ratio is 99:1:0... my mom told me how a few times people threw rocks at her car to try to veer her off the road, shit dude! I AM hoping to see MIckey Rourke though, he lives in LC. He's badass. I'm terrified.
You know what the worst feeling is? When you put a lot into a friendship or relationship, and you're not being reciprocated equally, and the kicker is, the BOTH of you know it.
Blahh. Maybe I'm just bitter 'cause four of my best friends are leaving me for the summer. 'Cause ya know what, if it wasn't for that, life would be swell right now. But I'm all sad and shit, I'm gonna miss the crazy gals.
Ahh fuck it, here's a famous poem, it makes me feel warm-n'-fuzzy.
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep you,
You are care, and care must keep you;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Words cannot express how much I'm looking forward to moving back up to Orlando. I mean, first and foremost I'm looking forward to going to Israel for the first time in two years in August, but after that, I'm so ready dooood! I wanna get back into the flow of things, the groove, where days go by quickly and fun is had with all.
Work is starting to blow, majorly. Shit, this stuff doesn't interest me! I know this is a ridiculously awesome job in every sense of the word, and I'm working for and with some world-renowned peeps in the genetic field, and I'm doing things smarter and more qualified people than me only dream of doing, BUT... ahhh! I just don't care about cells and microbiology and genetics and PCR reactions and shit. And frankly, if autism is dependent on ME to cure it, good luck autism. Sorry bud, I ain't cut out for microbiology, I haven't had four years of schooling on it, and I'm really looking forward to July 31 when I bid this place adieu.
Also, the UM Medical Campus is, like every other good Medical Campus in the country, located in a very shitty hood. To get home, I have to drive through every back alley in Liberty City. Every house has bars on the windows, the Blacks to Hispanics to Whites ratio is 99:1:0... my mom told me how a few times people threw rocks at her car to try to veer her off the road, shit dude! I AM hoping to see MIckey Rourke though, he lives in LC. He's badass. I'm terrified.
You know what the worst feeling is? When you put a lot into a friendship or relationship, and you're not being reciprocated equally, and the kicker is, the BOTH of you know it.
Blahh. Maybe I'm just bitter 'cause four of my best friends are leaving me for the summer. 'Cause ya know what, if it wasn't for that, life would be swell right now. But I'm all sad and shit, I'm gonna miss the crazy gals.
Ahh fuck it, here's a famous poem, it makes me feel warm-n'-fuzzy.
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep you,
You are care, and care must keep you;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.