The half-life of my emotions is very short indeed.
So, that immunobiology shit-show I mentioned? I got a 92 though I highly suspect that he replaced my final grade with my first test grade--which, "coincidently" was a 92 as well--that should have been dropped, because, wow, that test was a bit tricky. Nevertheless, I managed to get a 92. The class average and median were both, apparently 35. Crazy.
It turns out that I'm not staying here next semester. Last week, this fact kinda bummed me out. Now? I really couldn't care less. It's goodbye undergrad, hello new life! Or whatever.
Mom came in on Friday and we went to Charleston yesterday. It was less awkward than I thought it would be. Thankfully.
Now, I'm wasting time until my 9:00 exam in human molecular genetics. I have two more lectures to study before then. Motivation, where have you gone?
By the way, Psych has become my new fannish obsession. I came for Lassiter and I'm staying for Shawn, it appears. I've mentioned before how I have a thing for actors/characters who emote particularly well. James Roday (I think that's the actor's name) is fantastic at portraying Shawn. And I absolutely love the relationship he has with his dad. The angst is never over the top and, while he has "daddy-issues" they're not the conventional sort where the son is overly antagonistic towards his father. It's not a love-hate relationship, thankfully; it's a love-annoyed/annoying one. Shawn will go to his dad for help and his reluctance to do so is never manifested with anger, but with trying to annoy the crap out of his father (then again, it seems he tries to do that with everyone). It's interesting and original. It's also neat how Henry pretty much drilled skills into his son from a young age. My friend and I were talking about this, and she mentioned how much it would have sucked to have a child-hood like that. I distinctly remember missing birthday parties for judo, or having to get up at 5am to go shooting or having to pack in 20 minutes because we were travelling that weekend. I hated doing that when I was a kid. But now? The skills I gained from that are ones I treasure and ones that serve me very well.
Once again, I've found I've rambled. I wish I could adequately convey just how well-done the show is. But, then again, it needs no words. It would be nice if I could get into the fic out there. For some reason, I find it really hard to delve into fic for anything comedy related (eg, Scrubs). Speaking of Scrubs, I'm positive I'm not the only one who's noticed the similarities between the two: black best friend, hyper-active white-guy lead, older and gruff "guy-in-charge", blonde romance interest.... My friend who is also a fan is appalled at my shot-gun approach to watching the show though. I refuse to watch the episodes in order. I pick one from random, and never two from the same season back-to-back. Because God forbid I have any idea what's going on.
Oh yeah. I forgot. I graduate today. I'm not looking forward to getting the the place at 1:30 and sitting around until it starts at 3:30. I wonder if I can sneak in an iPod...
And have I even started packing yet? No.
It turns out that I'm not staying here next semester. Last week, this fact kinda bummed me out. Now? I really couldn't care less. It's goodbye undergrad, hello new life! Or whatever.
Mom came in on Friday and we went to Charleston yesterday. It was less awkward than I thought it would be. Thankfully.
Now, I'm wasting time until my 9:00 exam in human molecular genetics. I have two more lectures to study before then. Motivation, where have you gone?
By the way, Psych has become my new fannish obsession. I came for Lassiter and I'm staying for Shawn, it appears. I've mentioned before how I have a thing for actors/characters who emote particularly well. James Roday (I think that's the actor's name) is fantastic at portraying Shawn. And I absolutely love the relationship he has with his dad. The angst is never over the top and, while he has "daddy-issues" they're not the conventional sort where the son is overly antagonistic towards his father. It's not a love-hate relationship, thankfully; it's a love-annoyed/annoying one. Shawn will go to his dad for help and his reluctance to do so is never manifested with anger, but with trying to annoy the crap out of his father (then again, it seems he tries to do that with everyone). It's interesting and original. It's also neat how Henry pretty much drilled skills into his son from a young age. My friend and I were talking about this, and she mentioned how much it would have sucked to have a child-hood like that. I distinctly remember missing birthday parties for judo, or having to get up at 5am to go shooting or having to pack in 20 minutes because we were travelling that weekend. I hated doing that when I was a kid. But now? The skills I gained from that are ones I treasure and ones that serve me very well.
Once again, I've found I've rambled. I wish I could adequately convey just how well-done the show is. But, then again, it needs no words. It would be nice if I could get into the fic out there. For some reason, I find it really hard to delve into fic for anything comedy related (eg, Scrubs). Speaking of Scrubs, I'm positive I'm not the only one who's noticed the similarities between the two: black best friend, hyper-active white-guy lead, older and gruff "guy-in-charge", blonde romance interest.... My friend who is also a fan is appalled at my shot-gun approach to watching the show though. I refuse to watch the episodes in order. I pick one from random, and never two from the same season back-to-back. Because God forbid I have any idea what's going on.
Oh yeah. I forgot. I graduate today. I'm not looking forward to getting the the place at 1:30 and sitting around until it starts at 3:30. I wonder if I can sneak in an iPod...
And have I even started packing yet? No.