Flying on wings of steam
It's wet and gross and gray outside and two weeks till Thanksgiving.
Today is the 11th day of the 11th month.
Work this weekend was interesting, to say the least. Someone had a seizure during the tournament; he was fine after it had passed. It's not so fun when you have about 200+ pounds of dead weight leaning on you.
Upside, we managed to somehow hook up the TV to the laptop and we then proceeded to obnoxiously play Dr. Horrible over, and over and over again. Nothing against the rules.
Registration opens up this Friday morning. I'm not terribly looking forward to battling it out to try to get a spot in the Orgo Lab...
It looks like this, as of now. We'll see how it actually turns out soon enough. Registration Friday, wohoo.
Bio 116 TR 9:25-10:40 AM
Bio Lab W 1:45-4:45 PM
Organic II MWF 10-11:15 AM
Organic Lab M 12:45-6:45 PM
Calc III TR 3:10-4:25 PM
Calc Lab* T 10:50-12:10 PM
*I'm not entirely sure what the lab is, but I think it's a recitation type thing?
I somehow apparently missed my chem exam last Friday. By miss, I mean that I had no apparent idea that we had an exam or recollection of anything about it and subsequently, got to (very thankfully) take it this morning.
Good job there, self. Really. Great job. I blame things. Life. Things. Life, you have been nicer to me before. Next week is not going to be fun. Just a feeling. Paper, two exams, several quizzes and a proposal that I need to start.
There a bird around my window. I think, at least- I can't see it. It's periodically pecking at the window, or the wall or something near my window. It's been there since yesterday.
Also, I had an epiphany: The Analyst, by Delta Goodrem, is basically Brennan's theme song. Cause it really, really fits her. She's a little similar to Arkady, in ways.
Free her mind she's always the analyst
Silent space the culprit the catalyst
Trying to make sense of her life
Digging around in the dirt she's a slave to the work
She's always the analyst
Today is the 11th day of the 11th month.
Work this weekend was interesting, to say the least. Someone had a seizure during the tournament; he was fine after it had passed. It's not so fun when you have about 200+ pounds of dead weight leaning on you.
Upside, we managed to somehow hook up the TV to the laptop and we then proceeded to obnoxiously play Dr. Horrible over, and over and over again. Nothing against the rules.
Registration opens up this Friday morning. I'm not terribly looking forward to battling it out to try to get a spot in the Orgo Lab...
It looks like this, as of now. We'll see how it actually turns out soon enough. Registration Friday, wohoo.
Bio 116 TR 9:25-10:40 AM
Bio Lab W 1:45-4:45 PM
Organic II MWF 10-11:15 AM
Organic Lab M 12:45-6:45 PM
Calc III TR 3:10-4:25 PM
Calc Lab* T 10:50-12:10 PM
*I'm not entirely sure what the lab is, but I think it's a recitation type thing?
I somehow apparently missed my chem exam last Friday. By miss, I mean that I had no apparent idea that we had an exam or recollection of anything about it and subsequently, got to (very thankfully) take it this morning.
Good job there, self. Really. Great job. I blame things. Life. Things. Life, you have been nicer to me before. Next week is not going to be fun. Just a feeling. Paper, two exams, several quizzes and a proposal that I need to start.
There a bird around my window. I think, at least- I can't see it. It's periodically pecking at the window, or the wall or something near my window. It's been there since yesterday.
Also, I had an epiphany: The Analyst, by Delta Goodrem, is basically Brennan's theme song. Cause it really, really fits her. She's a little similar to Arkady, in ways.
Free her mind she's always the analyst
Silent space the culprit the catalyst
Trying to make sense of her life
Digging around in the dirt she's a slave to the work
She's always the analyst