Hey, look who's not dead!
It's a good feeling, that real life makes me too busy for the internets.
I might as well be working on a PhD., as freaking busy as I've been at school. I'm actually starting to think about maybe pursuing one instead of just doing the 4+1 program for a MS. But, if I want to get into real graduate school, I'll have to take the GRE, and that just seems like too much work right now. And I know how bad it looks to get all your degrees from one institution, so if I get my MS from Tulane I shant want to get a PhD. from there, too.
Heh, whoops, sleep deprivation makes you start rambling on about the oddest stuff first thing in the morning.
I haven't even updated about Mardi Gras, whoa. There some pictures up on my picasa album, http://picasaweb.google.com/amanda.roo I still need to upload pics from Mardi Gras day. Whoops.
I also made a few deviations out of pictures taken that weekend, which are at http://-basketcase-.deviantart.com
There's also new fetishy self-portraits there, too ;-)
I wanted to share one of my Bacchus stories, but at the moment my language abilities are less than perfect, so forgive me. Andy, Jenn, Ivy and I were just about the only people at Dr. Dohanich's house the Sunday before Mardi Gras without PhDs. It was fun, and the great thing about scientists is that we don't just talk about work at parties, lol. You wouldn't know half of those people are professors. Especially not the ones wearing Def Leppard t-shirts as old as I am and sporting a mismatched scrunchie in their long, male hair.
You know your boss really likes you when he doesn't fire you for drinking too much of his whiskey and then passing out in his bushes.
Hahahaha, go me.
Something about the Bacchus parade makes it difficult to imbibe within reasonable limits.
Apparently, I tried to go to sleep on the floor in his living room, and Dr. Dohanich told me that I'd be really embarrassed if I did that, waking up later and realizing I'd passed out on his floor. So, I kinda matter-of-factly agreed with him, and headed out the door, but I didn't make it past the bushes.
And I wasn't even the worst drunk at the party. Or maybe over the whole weekend. I'm not sure what they meant.
Drinking with professors >>> drinking with quarter rats
Yeah, I'm snarky. I don't care. NYE gave me a concrete reason to stop wasting my time, money, and neurons in a place that was only ever bad for me.
P.S. 80 DAYS UNTIL GRADUATION. WOOT.
P.P.S. See post following this for an explanation about my mood.
I might as well be working on a PhD., as freaking busy as I've been at school. I'm actually starting to think about maybe pursuing one instead of just doing the 4+1 program for a MS. But, if I want to get into real graduate school, I'll have to take the GRE, and that just seems like too much work right now. And I know how bad it looks to get all your degrees from one institution, so if I get my MS from Tulane I shant want to get a PhD. from there, too.
Heh, whoops, sleep deprivation makes you start rambling on about the oddest stuff first thing in the morning.
I haven't even updated about Mardi Gras, whoa. There some pictures up on my picasa album, http://picasaweb.google.com/amanda.roo I still need to upload pics from Mardi Gras day. Whoops.
I also made a few deviations out of pictures taken that weekend, which are at http://-basketcase-.deviantart.com
There's also new fetishy self-portraits there, too ;-)
I wanted to share one of my Bacchus stories, but at the moment my language abilities are less than perfect, so forgive me. Andy, Jenn, Ivy and I were just about the only people at Dr. Dohanich's house the Sunday before Mardi Gras without PhDs. It was fun, and the great thing about scientists is that we don't just talk about work at parties, lol. You wouldn't know half of those people are professors. Especially not the ones wearing Def Leppard t-shirts as old as I am and sporting a mismatched scrunchie in their long, male hair.
You know your boss really likes you when he doesn't fire you for drinking too much of his whiskey and then passing out in his bushes.
Hahahaha, go me.
Something about the Bacchus parade makes it difficult to imbibe within reasonable limits.
Apparently, I tried to go to sleep on the floor in his living room, and Dr. Dohanich told me that I'd be really embarrassed if I did that, waking up later and realizing I'd passed out on his floor. So, I kinda matter-of-factly agreed with him, and headed out the door, but I didn't make it past the bushes.
And I wasn't even the worst drunk at the party. Or maybe over the whole weekend. I'm not sure what they meant.
Drinking with professors >>> drinking with quarter rats
Yeah, I'm snarky. I don't care. NYE gave me a concrete reason to stop wasting my time, money, and neurons in a place that was only ever bad for me.
P.S. 80 DAYS UNTIL GRADUATION. WOOT.
P.P.S. See post following this for an explanation about my mood.