You scan the credits for your name...
...and wonder why it's not there...
Second trimester is kicking my butt. Thank God it's almost over. I've turned the scales, the floor, myself, and various other laboratory items various colors in mentorship, not to mention breaking a bunch of coverglasses and giving everyone cancer while simultaneously making the lab smell terrible by pouring xylene down the sink. It's offical. I'm a lab disaster. Oh well, the cresyl violet stain is gorgeous. The methyl red by itself leaves something to be desired, but the two together make a really cool stain. I hope I've got enough time left in the trimester to do the Luxol Blue counterstained with them both as well as the blood vessel stains. Dr. Grobin has spent sooo much money on getting me those reagents. I'm pretty sure Stan is ready to get me out of the lab, though. My nut ward psychiatrist works on that floor, too. That's silly :)
I'm not failing stats anymore :) Anat-Phys is eh. (watch the movie Super Size Me, you'll never want to eat fast food again) Latin is dead. Medical terminology is cool. Physics is the devil. Dad got a new puppy :) She's so cute!
Ok, Serious Time: I know you're reading this. I got your little note, and I don't find it amusing at all. Enough weird symbolism, enough allowing you to live with whatever delusion you may have. Leave me alone. I'm almost an adult, but I'm still half your age. You manipulated me and took advantage of my weaknesses under the guise of a friend and father figure, and I don't want anything to do with you. I do NOT love you, and I never did romantically (as I said before, you were a father figure to me). So, please, leave me, my family, my friends, and my other loved ones alone. Go about your life and let me go about mine. This is not intended to anger you, just to straighten out any misconceptions you may have where I'm concerned. Other people can say what they want (what ever would SG do without it's malicious gossip?), but you know exactly what happened. And you know that you were wrong to attempt to pursue that type of relationship. I am very angry, very hurt, and very sick of this entire situation. Please, get on with your life and leave me and my loved ones to ours. Thanks.
Second trimester is kicking my butt. Thank God it's almost over. I've turned the scales, the floor, myself, and various other laboratory items various colors in mentorship, not to mention breaking a bunch of coverglasses and giving everyone cancer while simultaneously making the lab smell terrible by pouring xylene down the sink. It's offical. I'm a lab disaster. Oh well, the cresyl violet stain is gorgeous. The methyl red by itself leaves something to be desired, but the two together make a really cool stain. I hope I've got enough time left in the trimester to do the Luxol Blue counterstained with them both as well as the blood vessel stains. Dr. Grobin has spent sooo much money on getting me those reagents. I'm pretty sure Stan is ready to get me out of the lab, though. My nut ward psychiatrist works on that floor, too. That's silly :)
I'm not failing stats anymore :) Anat-Phys is eh. (watch the movie Super Size Me, you'll never want to eat fast food again) Latin is dead. Medical terminology is cool. Physics is the devil. Dad got a new puppy :) She's so cute!
Ok, Serious Time: I know you're reading this. I got your little note, and I don't find it amusing at all. Enough weird symbolism, enough allowing you to live with whatever delusion you may have. Leave me alone. I'm almost an adult, but I'm still half your age. You manipulated me and took advantage of my weaknesses under the guise of a friend and father figure, and I don't want anything to do with you. I do NOT love you, and I never did romantically (as I said before, you were a father figure to me). So, please, leave me, my family, my friends, and my other loved ones alone. Go about your life and let me go about mine. This is not intended to anger you, just to straighten out any misconceptions you may have where I'm concerned. Other people can say what they want (what ever would SG do without it's malicious gossip?), but you know exactly what happened. And you know that you were wrong to attempt to pursue that type of relationship. I am very angry, very hurt, and very sick of this entire situation. Please, get on with your life and leave me and my loved ones to ours. Thanks.