Pleasant surprises
Biochem 442 here I come. My luck meter has to be running on empty by now. I am really living up to my motto: don't believe in miracles, rely on them. This doesn't change my feelings about DNA, but I can rest easy knowing I'm not its bitch. It is mine.
Inorganic turned out well, and ESS...isn't posted yet. And it's killing me. I only missed 2 points (for no apparent reason) on my "accurately fictional" story, so now it's 5 W credits down and 5 to go. Looks like I'll graduate after all!
Yesterday was proof that the Metro system and I still don't fully understand each other. Getting to REI was no problem (once you get past the fact that , but the joke was on Pete (farm boy) for thinking I (inept city girl) was knowledgeable enough to navigate. Someday Metro, I will conquer you, and all of your commuting goodness. At least my Nalgene bottle has a lid again.
What's better than 2 wonderful people calling at 1:30 am? Them showing up at the door an hour later, of course. Nick-o-laus and Anhydride are troopers. It was like a pajama party. But I was the only one in pajamas. Next time we'll have a real pajama party. :)
As of last weekend, it is truly official: I hate shopping. I hate trying on clothes. So what do I do? Buy jeans that I have yet to try on, and that weren't the right fade to begin with. I'm hopeless. But I did get a girly pair of shoes (light blue with a little white flower) that make me happy. Sometimes I scare myself. This is definitely one of those times.
As if my sister culturing me by going to the Frye wasn't enough (and it was highly enjoyable), we're going to see "The Secret In the Wings" at the Seattle Repertory Theater tonight. And tomorrow Emiley and I are going to the Museum of Glass.
Opening day in 12 days!!
...and I'm sorry I wasted your time.
Inorganic turned out well, and ESS...isn't posted yet. And it's killing me. I only missed 2 points (for no apparent reason) on my "accurately fictional" story, so now it's 5 W credits down and 5 to go. Looks like I'll graduate after all!
Yesterday was proof that the Metro system and I still don't fully understand each other. Getting to REI was no problem (once you get past the fact that , but the joke was on Pete (farm boy) for thinking I (inept city girl) was knowledgeable enough to navigate. Someday Metro, I will conquer you, and all of your commuting goodness. At least my Nalgene bottle has a lid again.
What's better than 2 wonderful people calling at 1:30 am? Them showing up at the door an hour later, of course. Nick-o-laus and Anhydride are troopers. It was like a pajama party. But I was the only one in pajamas. Next time we'll have a real pajama party. :)
As of last weekend, it is truly official: I hate shopping. I hate trying on clothes. So what do I do? Buy jeans that I have yet to try on, and that weren't the right fade to begin with. I'm hopeless. But I did get a girly pair of shoes (light blue with a little white flower) that make me happy. Sometimes I scare myself. This is definitely one of those times.
As if my sister culturing me by going to the Frye wasn't enough (and it was highly enjoyable), we're going to see "The Secret In the Wings" at the Seattle Repertory Theater tonight. And tomorrow Emiley and I are going to the Museum of Glass.
Opening day in 12 days!!
...and I'm sorry I wasted your time.