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...Grandfather’s forcing me to take a break. Apparently working your ass off weeks on end with little time for food or socializing is going to give the lab a bad image.
Because of this new development, I am now working my ass off to plan my grandfather’s wooing strategy Mrs. Ketchum’s birthday surprise. She’d better not have a network account, because then Grandfather will kill me because I just gave it away. On the other hand, if you are reading this, Mrs. Ketchum, the red lace was not my idea. I keep telling Grandfather there’s an age limit for Victoria’s Secret merchandise, but he didn’t listen. For what it’s worth though, it’s supposed to be feminine.
I guess it’s less tiring than labwork, though. I was getting sort of disheartened by all the failing experiments. I don’t get it…all of the ratios were correct, the temperatures perfect (result of me sitting next to the frikkin thermometer for hours on end), and all the equipment washed, dried, processed, washed, heated, and sterilized. So why in hell are the benzyl groups not attaching right? None of the TLC tests are showing any results…damn.
So I guess that’s why I feel sort of empty right now. I shouldn’t have logged on, after all. Reading everyone else’s entries just make me feel like…I’m not going anywhere. In life, I mean. Besides being PokeHotSpot’s No. 1 Most Eligible Bachelor, and PsySciToday’s Most Up-and-Coming Researcher. I guess I just get so frikkin sick of all that “Send us Money and Win a Date with Gary Oak to See His Grandfather!” crap.
…shit. I want something of my frikkin own. Becky, Mercedes, thanks for the offers, but I’m really not ready to go through that again. And not only because of the sheets. Sorry.
Oh. And reading Richie’s gay latest entry didn’t help either.
Whoever wants me Irving, Josie, you guys don’t count, I’m up for grabs. I could really use a drink about now.
...Grandfather’s forcing me to take a break. Apparently working your ass off weeks on end with little time for food or socializing is going to give the lab a bad image.
Because of this new development, I am now working my ass off to plan my grandfather’s wooing strategy Mrs. Ketchum’s birthday surprise. She’d better not have a network account, because then Grandfather will kill me because I just gave it away. On the other hand, if you are reading this, Mrs. Ketchum, the red lace was not my idea. I keep telling Grandfather there’s an age limit for Victoria’s Secret merchandise, but he didn’t listen. For what it’s worth though, it’s supposed to be feminine.
I guess it’s less tiring than labwork, though. I was getting sort of disheartened by all the failing experiments. I don’t get it…all of the ratios were correct, the temperatures perfect (result of me sitting next to the frikkin thermometer for hours on end), and all the equipment washed, dried, processed, washed, heated, and sterilized. So why in hell are the benzyl groups not attaching right? None of the TLC tests are showing any results…damn.
So I guess that’s why I feel sort of empty right now. I shouldn’t have logged on, after all. Reading everyone else’s entries just make me feel like…I’m not going anywhere. In life, I mean. Besides being PokeHotSpot’s No. 1 Most Eligible Bachelor, and PsySciToday’s Most Up-and-Coming Researcher. I guess I just get so frikkin sick of all that “Send us Money and Win a Date with Gary Oak to See His Grandfather!” crap.
…shit. I want something of my frikkin own. Becky, Mercedes, thanks for the offers, but I’m really not ready to go through that again. And not only because of the sheets. Sorry.
Oh. And reading Richie’s gay latest entry didn’t help either.
Whoever wants me Irving, Josie, you guys don’t count, I’m up for grabs. I could really use a drink about now.