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The pictures from my camera from Saturday night are on Jes's LJ for those of you who haven't gotten them, because she knows how to make zip files and I'm retarded.
Also, I have something weighing down on my mind, but I don't want to talk about it until I know it is for real. I am so majorly freaked out and upset, but if it's nothing, and I bring it up, I'll just feel stupid.
In good news, another biology professor was telling me that the professor I do research with was gushing about us (all of the students in her lab). This woman does not gush, so I feel like we are doing a pretty amazing job. I thought I would be such a spaz at research, and I'm kind of surprised that I now have two supervisors who thought I was great. Maybe it's the OCD, but I also like to think that I understand what I'm doing. It doesn't make me doubt wanting to be a doctor or anything, it just makes me confident that I can make research part of my career as a physician. Damn, writing application essays has made me introspective.
Fin.