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Hello again world. It is precisely 11:41 as I am typing this sentence. Now it is 11:42 p.m. And I believe it is time again for another post. I have been contemplating posting another one of these pathetic things for awhile... And a compliment from my dear friend Nandi pushed me over the edge. So here goes nothing...

Literally.

I don't know what to write besides writing that I am at a loss of words.

Yesterday I went dancing at a club for the very first time.... I was one of the rare few with real boobies. We live in a sad sad world people. Although I guess it's not a sad sad world because these girls provide me with endless entertainment. They truly crack me up. So thank you fake boobies and desperate girls of the world!

Although these might be funnier fake boobies. Something about these Asian dudes in this picture is just off.....

Also, I get my MCAT scores on Tuesday. Keep your fingers crossed for me... I don't want to take them again.

Also, I am not a fan of those little dinky feather things that are all the rage now. All these girls want to be cool and put them in their boringly straight hair so they can look hip and fun.

I refuse to cave in. The only feather I will put in my hair is the feather from a hawk or eagle I kill. period. Something big and bamf like that. But I love animals too much to actually kill one. So maybe just a feather from one that died of natural causes or simply shed the feather. I actually kind of want a pet falcon to be honest. That one State Farm insurance commercial really left me thinking....

Anyhow, my dog Pavlo wants me to play with him and his white polar bear. They are inseparable. He refuses to sleep without this stuffed animal that is the same size as him. And I am too much of a sucker to not give into him. Yes, I am one of those people who is obsessed with their pet. My mom always asks me why I don't become a veterinarian instead of a doctor... to which I inform her that if i was a vet I would end up with like 50 animals.

Anywho, good nighty night world. Bob and Anonymous are tired of typing. Off to go enjoy some mint tea and play with my doggie.

Cheerio ol' chaps.

I'm a Graduate!

So lucky for all of you, I am not very good at keeping up with this blog crap. And by all of you, I mean all 2 of you besides me. But since I am not a consistent blogger, I feel the need to provide updates in my blogs. It might become a boring habit. But here it goes:

I graduated on Friday, May 13th, 2011 from the University of Arizona with 2 majors (Organismal Biology and Psychology) and a minor in Chemistry.

I am thankful for the cursed grad date. I wonder if that means that everyone who graduated that day is going to be cursed with the same bad luck as most graduates, or if the curse becomes a blessing since graduating and finding a job is already a curse. I think the curse mostly applies to graduates not pursuing further education and who will in turn be out of a job. I'll probably have a job before them. My first job....... Yes, don't judge me. I have never had a job. Well, I have volunteered a lot and I have been a substitute camp counselor and babysat my cousin's kids. Oh, and I made some money off of art back in high school. My parents always told me I had my whole life to work and that my job is to be a student.... I couldn't object.

However, enough of my tangent. I go on a lot of tangents. Rants and tangents are my specialty. Ask Sir Wendell Francis:

He knows.

Also, "Rants and Tangents" makes me think of "Shoots and Ladders". Maybe I have just invented today's updated spin-off of the beloved childhood boardgame.

I will have to delve deeper into this game idea. It could be a winner. Too bad I didn't think of it for my 5th grade honors class where we had to make a board game. Me and my partner came up with a lame Harry Potter game. It looked like regurgitated shiny fabric on a box that some drunkard drew squares on... and then said was a game. It made no sense. But I am not going back now to redo it. I don't want to do middle school again. I am sure none of us do.

But so anyways, I am not working now that I graduated. I am doing something far worse for the rest of my life. Going to medical school and becoming a physician. Hahaha. No. I actually do want to go. That was sarcasm. But my dog has to be able to come with me. We are partners in crime. Although, of what crime, I do not know.

This is an excited graduated me!

My beloved thumbs, Bob and Anonymous, look thoroughly elated in that picture.

Musical Addictions

So we all know that feeling, the feeling of musical addiction. A song or two or a few come around and you are left powerless to resist the musical pheromones they emit. You (and me) play it over and over and over again and play nothing else until we eventually have over-listened to it. We then retire it into the pile of our previous musical crutches. It is subsequently replaced by some new music we listen to on repeat about 54 times a day. Give or take a few.

Such music reaches such prominence because it speaks to us on some level. It could be an excellent beat or the lyrics that seem to express almost exactly how you feel. Sometimes it is both. Either way, it creates an emotional high or an adrenaline rush in us. It like a drug. And like many drugs, the more you use it, the more your body becomes resistant to it until you eventually need to move onto something new.

For the past 2 days, the following two songs have been my drug. I encourage you to become addicted to them as well:

ADELE's "Rolling in the Deep"

Mumford & Sons' "I Gave You All"

I think they are both musically beautifully and emotionally relevant to my life and feelings. Yes, please enjoy that totally emo comment I just stated. Don't kerrrrr (translation: I don't care).

And on another subject, I am writing this while in my Ecology of Infectious Disease class. We have a guest speaker with an accent and thus I can't really understand her. She's talking about food-born illness.....or "Foot-borne" illness.... I am honestly not sure which. But she's nice, so I feel terrible for saying that. But whatevers man.

Also, I am seeing Mumford & Sons and Edward Sharpe on Saturday. You know you are jealous. I am just bummed they had to move the venue from a railroad museum (totally rad) to the dirt parking lot I parked my car in for free during the summer I took my MCAT class. Not WINNING.

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On another note, my dog Pavlo (Greek name: Pavalos) is the coolest thing ever. Come meet him.

Cheerio

Howdy

Hello there world.

So it has been months since we last spoke... and by we, I actually mean "me". Blogs are pretty self-centered artifacts of today's society. We write as if other people care about every little minute detail of our lives. I can at least say I do it very infrequently. The date of my last post is evidence to this point.

I bet your wondering whats new with me? Actually I don't. If you are a person who actually took the time to check back at my page and read it, you probably already know damn well what is new with me. But I appreciate the ego boost I get from seeing that I have had more than one visitor (aka me) to my sight. Yes, it is pathetic. But for anyone who has a blog, you know that guilty feeling. Its complicated.

So here's whats up:

- I got a doggie. His name is Pavlo (or Pavvy, or Pav-Dog, or Pavs-McGee). I rescued him from a local shelter and changed his name from Diablo to Pavlov to Pavlo. Pavlov was just too obnoxious to say over and over and over again. But being the nerd I am, I wanted to name him after Ivan Pavlov. That dude has a pretty sweet mustache too. So you know I love him. But enough about the old dead guy. My dog is the sweetest dog ever and the biggest snuggler and loves to tunnel under my bed sheets at night.

- I just got back from visiting Duke and Vanderbilt with my sister. I must admit, I fell in love with Nashville. There was so much to do there and so much delicious and unique food and fun coffee shops and eclectic stores. And we walked around everywhere. My calves are actually sore today. But that's because I am so out of shape. Something that is changing, starting tonight.

This ice cream place there was amazing. They carried this company called: Jeni's Splendid Ice Cream. We got Violet Meringue ice cream and also a Gouda with Vodka and cranberries and even a whiskey ice cream. They were amazing. Especially the violet

I am thinking of moving to Nashville next year. We shall see.

Also, the Duke Gardens at Duke University are so beautiful. I wish i could nap in them and read in them and picnic in them all the time.

And here is Tay Tay and I enjoying the colors!

Oh, and Happy Passover Everyone! Its my favorite holiday. Even without bread, the food is the best! Num Num Num. Okay, well, my apologies for this boringly normal and unoriginal post. I know I apologize a lot on here. Its just that I'm in a civil war with how I feel about blogs. I hate them and find them pathetic, yet they do serve a purpose. I'm not sure what mine serves. Perhaps its my daily dose of socialization? I dunno. I can come to terms with myself about it because I'm not obsessed.

Anyhow, I feel I might have more to say. But I am feeling lazy and just want to post this dang thing. So enjoy!

-Cheerio

But Now I'm Back ( from winter break, not from outer-space)

Hello there world. Both Bob and Anonymous are back. They took a bit of a respite from blogging. Its a new year, and a new start, and a new post. I am actually at a bit of a loss of what to write about, so in that case I probably shouldn't even be typing, or writing a blog post for that matter. But what the heck. No one reads it anyways, well except for Jake last night who is getting into the blogging world. Its like a contagious virus going around.

I am currently reading my Sensation and Perception textbook. Fascinating. Its a bit less of a mood killer than one of my books for my Human Sexuality class: "The Evolution of Desire: Strategies of Human Mating". That book, I can assure you, will turn any women into an old lady with too many cats.

or a celibate nun:

Take your pick. I think I'll take the old cat lady.

Anyways, it is basically an entire textbook saying that evolution gave us the scumbag men of today because they just want to put their puny gametes (aka sperm) in as many women as possibly all while incurring minimal costs. They are just evolutionarily programmed to pass on as much of their genes as possible. But they don't know it. So I guess us women are screwed when it comes to finding descent men (pun not intended). Hopefully a few evolutionary oddball exceptions fell into the gene pool.

Anyways, I would like to inform you (also), that the Red Velvet Cheesecake from Cheesecake Factory is AMAZING. Thank you Jake for insisting on going there last night, in our 1920's costumes and all. Oh yes, we had come from a 1920's Mystery dinner where we solved a crime. Yes, it was Mrs. Peacock, in the Theatre, with the Knife. Or was it the revolver. I can't seem to remember. Good thing we had two men on our team who were excellent at getting giggly girls to give them their gathered information so we didn't have to do as much work. I just pretended to smoke a fake cigarette with Jon. Some n00b-ly ignorant girl thought they were real. Wow. Just Wow. Some people are way too sheltered. But it entertained me, so I can't complain.

Anywho, perhaps one of these days I'll actually have something interesting to blog about. Although I do have news for those of you out there: my house got significantly cleaner today. The image below is not my house (mine is a lot more artsy and cool), but it illustrates my point effectively. I just don't want people thinking I'd actually live in a house so poorly and depressingly decorated.

Big difference. Hopefully I can continue on this path without taking steps backward. Only time will tell.

Cheerio World.

Its A Small World After All

Soooo, for those of you who know me, I am a complete nerd. Today, we will discuss one of my beloved nerdy subjects: microorganisms

There is so much to love and so much diversity. But for some reason, I have always been entertained by t4 bacteriophage [the little bugger below].

These suckers are the viruses that infect bacteria. Didn't someone once say "the enemy of our enemy is our friend"? or something like that. But that is not why I love these guys. And actually bacteria are our friends too. I just think these viruses look so cool. In fact, they are so incredible awesome, that I have one as the background of my phone. It was a picture from my MCAT book. I couldn't resist. Plus they basically poop their genetic material into the bacteria. Poop is a great word. And it is illustrated below.

I wanted to be one of these dudes for Halloween. Although it will definitely take some planning. One of these years, I will be one. Or one of my poor children (when I have them like a bazillion years from now) will be forced into a t4 bacteriophage costume. Can't you just see that now? Screw the pumpkin, the lady bug, the pea pod... My offspring will be intellects from their very first Halloween.

And their toys.

They will not have stuffed ponies or puppies or barbies or toy cars. NO. They will have stuffed Giant Microbes. So many choices to choose from. I will get them all. And teach them about every single little microbe from Giardia and Syphilis to Leishmania or Penicillin. The possibilities are endless. And I encourage you to enjoy that site as well. They make great "Get Well Soon" gifts I think. Please get sick so I can send you one.

Here's my t4 buddy:

Good Luck with finals!!!!!

From A Balance Beam

So first, to my nonexistent collection of readers, I must first apologize for the past few emo blog posts. They are completely out of character, but I felt I had earned the right to be an emo, depressing, obnoxiously complaining chick after a particularly crappy life experience... But I felt shame at the same time. So to you (now 4), I give my most sincere apologies.

So hello there world. I played racquetball with my good, extremely red-headed friend Nandi last night.

Yes, he is white with the reddest hair you will ever see, not Indian as you might suppose. But there was a collection of creepy dark grey manikins at the gym. And they had awkward genitalia, if you get my gist. Especially the male ones. More like woman parts actually. But we were so tempted, and I am still tempted, to move them into one of the courts. Or something. It seemed funny at the time. But now that I am writing it out, it sounds absolutely retarded probably.

But you must know the most pathetic thing I did today. See, I didn't sleep last night too much. Actually 2 hours and 52 minutes to be exact. So after biochemistry today I went to chillax on these chair on campus that are very cushiony. I can curl up enough on them or combine them to make a bed. So today, I curled up like I was in the womb (I actually had this barbie when I was a kid) or something and noticed myself dozing off..... dangerous man, very dangerous.... So do you know what I did? I set an alarm on my phone to go off in an hour and ten minutes later to wake me up in time for my next class I was actually going to. Genetics wasn't deemed worth my time, so I decided to doze away.

I know my Genetics teacher and TAs hate me. See, they know I never pay attention. I rest my feet up on the bar in front of me and recline with my eyes only focused on my laptop.... My brain on everything but Genetics. But I've earned the right to do that since I have one of the highest grades in the class. I love it when a teacher or TA's are a jerk and I can just shut them up. I can be a bit vengeful ( I absolutely love The Count of Monte Cristo). I particularly had a thing against the teacher and TA's in this class because when I used to pay attention in the first month of classes, they were mean. My teacher was a jerk when anyone asked him a question and the TA once asked me to not come back to class because he thought I had been talking... which I hadn't. He was pretty rude. My friend suggested I should have handed him a tampon at the time. I wish I had been so quick on my feet.

But enough of my tangent. Which speaking of, my friend Grant and I have decided that everyone loves a good rant and tangents. And that there should be a band called "Rants and Tangents". Don't steal that. Its copyrighted.

But enough of tangents on tangents. The moral of my story was that I was pathetic enough to set my alarm on my phone in public with a bunch of people around while I dozed on a comfy chair.