Jun 19, 2007 11:36
I go to school for 4 hours a day and become confused about how exactly protein synthesis happens resulting in negative exam results from both a lack of studying and a lack of understanding the most basic concepts of neurobiology. Hopefully, what I'm lacking in As currently can be made up for by my upcoming exams, presentations, and lab work. Being inside all day makes me wish I could spend the entire summer in a swimsuit without worrying about grades, tests, and without sitting in a classroom along with 10 other blank stares looking forward at the little woman who is trying to cope with the fact that her students are only there because it's a requirement. Every so often the outgoing theater major makes a joke, the fraternity boys try to produce enlightened theories about Biology, and less frequently, whatever I am doodling on my notebook looks similar to what it is actually supposed to be representing.
When I'm not in the science building (at which I don't even get to wear a lab coat or dissect things), I'm at work. Wildfire was almost 86ed on Father's Day. I worked all weekend, a double on both Saturday and Sunday, but right before Sunday dinner started, our Chef walked out. He quit, saying that he couldn't put up all of Wildfire's problems anymore - problems being that nothing was prepped for dinner leaving him without food to make for the families celebrating their patriarch. We had no idea what to do, we couldn't close because we had reservations, so we decided to only take those and turn away all walk-ins. One of the other managers, along with several of the waiters, attempted to cook whatever food we did have in the kitchen, resulting in over an hour wait for most things to come out. Most of the food had something wrong with it, and had to be comped for the customers with their vocal complaints against the service, food, and lack of bread. It was such a mess, and I was SO happy to get out of there after working 9 hours and having everything go wrong - including me breaking a glass in the dining room, and a table of fat ladies asking me for 5 butters. All and all though, I didn't come out too bad - since I worked brunch, I made some decent money, and working all day Saturday also allows for an increase in my bank account as well.
I'm so tired of the work/school routine, and I don't feel like I even have enough time to sleep because the cycle never ends. It is wonderful to spend time with Walker, Taylor, Lindsey, Colin, Eva, and Dylan, and someone usually comes over to the house every night to hang out. Walker, Taylor, and I started watching Six Feet Under last week, only to discover that Blockbuster was out of all the disks we needed. I finished reading Middlesex, which despite whatever misgivings one might have about it since it's now on Oprah's book club, is one of the best books I've ever read. I'm reading constantly, and finding that becoming engulfed in the characters' lives is more exciting than my own current lifestyle. Summer is moving too quickly for me, I just want a week off.
I'm thinking about having a party this weekend, but I might wait. Although there's always people over here, and the motherfucker has withstood many a wild night, I'm not really in the mood to clean up for a lot of people, so instead, I think I just might make dinner on Friday night and have a smaller gathering.