Saw Star Trek last night. Loved it. Sat there for the majority of the film with a goofy grin on my face, just enjoying the movie. Unbelievable. All the inside jokes were there, and even the Vulcan nerve pinch makes an appearance. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Seeing a AA baseball game tonight in Portland. Had my last classes this morning. Writing one last paper due at four pm tomorrow, then three finals. Then DONE. For now, working at the bookstore. Soon, though, I will be free. Free!
Friday, May 08, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
It's that time again
Yes, it's time now for another long (maybe) stream of consciousness from me to you, written in the early morning. I'd like to blame being up on something other than sheer stupidity, but I can't. Not even this Pomegranate Blue juice. Which is ridiculously good. I cringed a bit at the price (over 2 bucks for a 17 oz bottle), but once in a while I could treat myself to this. But anyway.
Right now I'm writing out index cards for a presentation on rheumatoid arthritis in Immunology tomorrow. I get to talk in front of a (semi-)attentive audience? Sounds good to me. Toyed with the idea of dressing up, but a) it's a group thing, and I don't want to do that to them, and b) saw too many thesis presentations this past week to actually want to dress up for a presentation of my own. So yeah. Time is limited, unfortunately, so my tangents will be too. Debate talents, don't fail me now!
And moving on...I've been fanatically checking my fantasy baseball team. With good results. I'm first in the league, with a damned good pitching staff and a batting lineup that is improving after a pretty cold start. I'm lacking in saves and stolen bases, but I'm in fourth or better in everything else. Traded Yovani Gallardo for Kerry Wood, but no regrets: I just picked up Phil Hughes and Carlos Zambrano, sacrificing Manny Corpas and Jayson Werth. I realized a short time ago that three of my hitters were Phillies, which I became uncomfortable with. So that's going well. It's early yet, but there are good signs.
Chorale concerts this weekend wiped me out. My voice has been absolutely shot every morning for the past few days, which worries me a bit for presenting tomorrow at nine. Ah well. Five minutes of talking shouldn't be too bad. I'll try not to growl too much.
Just noticed that there's a quote on the inside of the label of the juice bottle: "Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them," from Eeyore. The bottle goes on: "from Winnie the Pooh." As opposed to Eeyore from...I don't know...Mars? Huh. Not sure if it's an equalizer to compete with Snapple's facts. Which, incidentally, fuck with your head. Excuse the language. But they do.
The Ben Folds concert? Awesome. So worth it. Various other words of praise for Ben Folds. I've had Annie Waits stuck in my head ever since.
Organic chemistry exam last Friday was interesting. Getting it back in about six hours, I suppose, since the professor is scarily fast at grading them. I was the first one done, in about a half hour, which earned me some glares from the rest of the class. Seemed pretty simple, since it was basic synthesis of carbon compounds...but of course nothing in o-chem is actually simple. No multiple choice, which made me very glad, since I regularly lose a letter grade on the first page of the exam due to multiple choice. So yeah.
Last week of classes starts in under six hours. I can't freaking believe it. I'm going to be a junior in four months. THAT SCARES ME. I like being in college. I enjoy being able to do just about anything I want to, short of illegality (and sometimes beyond). Oops, said too much. I like being on first name basis with professors, and having the opportunity to work in lab. I'm going to share a room for the first time in my life next year, and I'm going to love it. I can be up at odd hours of the night, blogging because that's what I do when I'm up at those hours, and no one will come bang on my door to tell me to go to bed. Hell, I can (and do) cut my own hair in the bathroom mirror. And that's not going to last forever. It's half over. But there's a positive side to this reminder: it's time to work harder, enjoy it more. Live college life to the fullest (with the caveat of avoiding the vomiting in bathrooms aspect).
So there's that as well. It is now 2:40 in the morning. Hm. Little Mermaid Broadway music just came on on iTunes. Got Lion King on there too...all the other Broadway music is sequestered on Media Player. Mostly the iTunes is Beatles, Wilco, and a lot of other pretentious indie music. I've had my window open since the weather got warm, and I was considering blasting music out it the other day, but decided against it due to my lack of popular music. Although I did end up blasting Battle Without Honor or Humanity. Just for kicks.
Going to Portland Friday to see the Seadogs play...I feel like I've mentioned this already, but whatever. And of course Star Trek on Thursday. If I remember correctly, it's a seven pm showing, so there'll be no midnight shenanigans this time. Like Watchmen, when we drove over an hour through rural Maine in a snowstorm to get to and from a theater showing the damn thing. Star Trek will be either a good movie, or a bad movie with a satisfyingly large amount of special effects. Either way. Gotta be better than the damn Wolverine movie, right?
EDIT: It is now 4. Got distracted. Realized I need sleep, even if it is only a catnap. Will publish this, finish index cards. Sleep. Class. Brand New Day.
Right now I'm writing out index cards for a presentation on rheumatoid arthritis in Immunology tomorrow. I get to talk in front of a (semi-)attentive audience? Sounds good to me. Toyed with the idea of dressing up, but a) it's a group thing, and I don't want to do that to them, and b) saw too many thesis presentations this past week to actually want to dress up for a presentation of my own. So yeah. Time is limited, unfortunately, so my tangents will be too. Debate talents, don't fail me now!
And moving on...I've been fanatically checking my fantasy baseball team. With good results. I'm first in the league, with a damned good pitching staff and a batting lineup that is improving after a pretty cold start. I'm lacking in saves and stolen bases, but I'm in fourth or better in everything else. Traded Yovani Gallardo for Kerry Wood, but no regrets: I just picked up Phil Hughes and Carlos Zambrano, sacrificing Manny Corpas and Jayson Werth. I realized a short time ago that three of my hitters were Phillies, which I became uncomfortable with. So that's going well. It's early yet, but there are good signs.
Chorale concerts this weekend wiped me out. My voice has been absolutely shot every morning for the past few days, which worries me a bit for presenting tomorrow at nine. Ah well. Five minutes of talking shouldn't be too bad. I'll try not to growl too much.
Just noticed that there's a quote on the inside of the label of the juice bottle: "Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them," from Eeyore. The bottle goes on: "from Winnie the Pooh." As opposed to Eeyore from...I don't know...Mars? Huh. Not sure if it's an equalizer to compete with Snapple's facts. Which, incidentally, fuck with your head. Excuse the language. But they do.
The Ben Folds concert? Awesome. So worth it. Various other words of praise for Ben Folds. I've had Annie Waits stuck in my head ever since.
Organic chemistry exam last Friday was interesting. Getting it back in about six hours, I suppose, since the professor is scarily fast at grading them. I was the first one done, in about a half hour, which earned me some glares from the rest of the class. Seemed pretty simple, since it was basic synthesis of carbon compounds...but of course nothing in o-chem is actually simple. No multiple choice, which made me very glad, since I regularly lose a letter grade on the first page of the exam due to multiple choice. So yeah.
Last week of classes starts in under six hours. I can't freaking believe it. I'm going to be a junior in four months. THAT SCARES ME. I like being in college. I enjoy being able to do just about anything I want to, short of illegality (and sometimes beyond). Oops, said too much. I like being on first name basis with professors, and having the opportunity to work in lab. I'm going to share a room for the first time in my life next year, and I'm going to love it. I can be up at odd hours of the night, blogging because that's what I do when I'm up at those hours, and no one will come bang on my door to tell me to go to bed. Hell, I can (and do) cut my own hair in the bathroom mirror. And that's not going to last forever. It's half over. But there's a positive side to this reminder: it's time to work harder, enjoy it more. Live college life to the fullest (with the caveat of avoiding the vomiting in bathrooms aspect).
So there's that as well. It is now 2:40 in the morning. Hm. Little Mermaid Broadway music just came on on iTunes. Got Lion King on there too...all the other Broadway music is sequestered on Media Player. Mostly the iTunes is Beatles, Wilco, and a lot of other pretentious indie music. I've had my window open since the weather got warm, and I was considering blasting music out it the other day, but decided against it due to my lack of popular music. Although I did end up blasting Battle Without Honor or Humanity. Just for kicks.
Going to Portland Friday to see the Seadogs play...I feel like I've mentioned this already, but whatever. And of course Star Trek on Thursday. If I remember correctly, it's a seven pm showing, so there'll be no midnight shenanigans this time. Like Watchmen, when we drove over an hour through rural Maine in a snowstorm to get to and from a theater showing the damn thing. Star Trek will be either a good movie, or a bad movie with a satisfyingly large amount of special effects. Either way. Gotta be better than the damn Wolverine movie, right?
EDIT: It is now 4. Got distracted. Realized I need sleep, even if it is only a catnap. Will publish this, finish index cards. Sleep. Class. Brand New Day.
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