I forgot my keys at home. Thusly, I write!
*dusts off the old lj account*
Ahem.
Hey guys! I exist! So yea, these last two years or so have been sort of nuts. Part of why I haven't posted has been because things have been too crazy. I've never felt like I could sit down and write something meaningful. However, I'm on the cusp of some pretty major change, so I figure I should. I wound up dating a girl named Angela for, surprise, nine months. It was nice, but eventually, it started to go downhill, and so before this semester began I called it off*. My research has been going very well, but I've been given a project that's more in-depth than what the PhD student in my lab is working on, so I don't know if I can finish it. But I'll make an AWESOME dent.
I'm applying to grad school now, and it's scary. I've never had the highest self-esteem in the world, especially about my academics. All of the schools I'm applying to are very competitive, so, I'm a bit worried. HOWEVER, this is not to say I'm anything sort of excited-as-hell. I'm stoked about each one of my grad school choices, so no matter who winds up accepting me, I'll be happy as a clam**.
By the way, I'm sorry for being so out of touch with everyone. I haven't really had much time for anything, with my work and all. However, NEXT semester will be better, I think. Also: It looks like I'll have this summer to myself, which is going to be AWESOME. Not the winter though, this winter I'll probably be doing...you guessed it...wild, sexy parties***!
So let's see. I'm single, I've been working more hours a week than I care to think about, the future is uncertain as hell, and I'm happy. Yea, that's about it right now.
Ryan
*That's the short version. The longer version involves a displaced cat, a suitcase, and a trip to california.
**Without a starfish on it. I mean, come on, would YOU be happy if your house was being ripped open by something that uses its stomach as a projectile?
***By which of course, I mean doing lab work
Wishing on a star is like asking a really big fireplace, powered by fusion, to mow your lawn.
Ahem.
Hey guys! I exist! So yea, these last two years or so have been sort of nuts. Part of why I haven't posted has been because things have been too crazy. I've never felt like I could sit down and write something meaningful. However, I'm on the cusp of some pretty major change, so I figure I should. I wound up dating a girl named Angela for, surprise, nine months. It was nice, but eventually, it started to go downhill, and so before this semester began I called it off*. My research has been going very well, but I've been given a project that's more in-depth than what the PhD student in my lab is working on, so I don't know if I can finish it. But I'll make an AWESOME dent.
I'm applying to grad school now, and it's scary. I've never had the highest self-esteem in the world, especially about my academics. All of the schools I'm applying to are very competitive, so, I'm a bit worried. HOWEVER, this is not to say I'm anything sort of excited-as-hell. I'm stoked about each one of my grad school choices, so no matter who winds up accepting me, I'll be happy as a clam**.
By the way, I'm sorry for being so out of touch with everyone. I haven't really had much time for anything, with my work and all. However, NEXT semester will be better, I think. Also: It looks like I'll have this summer to myself, which is going to be AWESOME. Not the winter though, this winter I'll probably be doing...you guessed it...wild, sexy parties***!
So let's see. I'm single, I've been working more hours a week than I care to think about, the future is uncertain as hell, and I'm happy. Yea, that's about it right now.
Ryan
*That's the short version. The longer version involves a displaced cat, a suitcase, and a trip to california.
**Without a starfish on it. I mean, come on, would YOU be happy if your house was being ripped open by something that uses its stomach as a projectile?
***By which of course, I mean doing lab work
Wishing on a star is like asking a really big fireplace, powered by fusion, to mow your lawn.