meet the parents....
So Sunday was Ad's dad's birthday, and his mother invited me to come along to dinner with them. I was so nervous, having never done the whole formal "meet the parents" thing, however it wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be. His parents were really nice, and suprisingly, there weren't any awkward silences, in fact, we stayed sat down chatting for at least an hour after the bill was payed. And I didn't have to be a kiss-ass either, I was just myself. =) Ad said he was proud of me and he even thought they liked me more then him now lol. He was trying to be an ass the whole way through dinner- we were 45 minutes late to the restaurant because he lured me into his bedroom under the pretence of picking out a shirt for him to wear, and then at the restaurant he was teasing his little sister the whole way through, so appart from those hiccups, it all went well. I'm even invited over for easter dinner, unless Ad conviently forgets about it...
And school is being a pain in the ass. I'm half way through a cell bio report, have to study for molecular bio tomorrow and I have 2 exams tuesday, one after the other starting from 8am. Not to mention I am cramping like you wouldn't believe so I'm constantly drugged up on painkillers. I just want Tuesday to be over so I can relax for a week, then it starts up again... this semester was supposed to be easier then the first. It definately is not- they've put us in with the impossible professors AGAIN. Cell bio was my best class last year. It is the same course and yet I am failing it this year. The professor expects us to memorise about 50 different molecules, all of which have stupid names like TIM50 or SLR2384629 and then answer rediculous true or false questions on them. I DON'T CARE! I really DON'T care!!!!! oh well I am taking my textbook to Ad's rugby game on saturday and hope he doesn't notice I'm not paying attention.
Lately, it seems everything is just going wrong. My lab partner is the most useless guy on the planet- last week I had to do the experiments myself cos he went to Chicago for St Paddy's day. I was in there till 10.40pm and had to walk home in the dark by myself, as I assumed all my friends would be wasted at that time of night. Toledo is not the safest place for a lone girl to be walking by herself after dark... and last night when my partner eventually turned up I had to explain to him about 5 times what we were doing. It was dilutions, not rocket science.. really... I hope this gets better soon. I hate feeling sorry for myself, I guess it's just one of those weeks...
And school is being a pain in the ass. I'm half way through a cell bio report, have to study for molecular bio tomorrow and I have 2 exams tuesday, one after the other starting from 8am. Not to mention I am cramping like you wouldn't believe so I'm constantly drugged up on painkillers. I just want Tuesday to be over so I can relax for a week, then it starts up again... this semester was supposed to be easier then the first. It definately is not- they've put us in with the impossible professors AGAIN. Cell bio was my best class last year. It is the same course and yet I am failing it this year. The professor expects us to memorise about 50 different molecules, all of which have stupid names like TIM50 or SLR2384629 and then answer rediculous true or false questions on them. I DON'T CARE! I really DON'T care!!!!! oh well I am taking my textbook to Ad's rugby game on saturday and hope he doesn't notice I'm not paying attention.
Lately, it seems everything is just going wrong. My lab partner is the most useless guy on the planet- last week I had to do the experiments myself cos he went to Chicago for St Paddy's day. I was in there till 10.40pm and had to walk home in the dark by myself, as I assumed all my friends would be wasted at that time of night. Toledo is not the safest place for a lone girl to be walking by herself after dark... and last night when my partner eventually turned up I had to explain to him about 5 times what we were doing. It was dilutions, not rocket science.. really... I hope this gets better soon. I hate feeling sorry for myself, I guess it's just one of those weeks...