On Life and Love

Whatever is making or breaking my day.

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    It’s been confirmed.

    Barring an inability to get into the classes I want, I will only be taking 13 credit hours next term. Programming Language Concepts, Analytical Chemistry, Computer Architecture II, and research. Yay sleep. Also: research has become fun again. Very fun and very interesting.

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    Dearest Deer:

    You will not have my sympathy… …when I am falsely called into lab with a few hours’ notice. …when I am called into lab at 08:00 on a Sunday with only two days notice to clear my schedule. I warned you about this. My schedule is not a flexible one, and I am no longer being paid to do this. …when I arrive in lab to find you have made no attempts to prepare. Why are you sitting there looking at me like a time portal is opening behind me when your samples are still in the ‘fridge? And did you delibrately look at that clock when I came in?…

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    Back in the Dirty Dirty

    Not much to say about the New Year’s party I attended. What I’d call the “good folks” from my mother’s family showed up, drank and danced, then all drove home. Grr. Couldn’t convince a single one of them to let me or Mother-dear play DD, the sons of bitches. Mother-dear and I knew it was going to be prime-time to get in some pictures, though. The T family, tipsy and relaxed and not fighting? Gotta have it, particularly since I haven’t seen these folks in at least seven years, and more like ten in some cases. Our camera (an old too-expensive Kodak from before the “megapixel” days; I think my…

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    The Hyena has done it again.

    I hurt myself trying to be quiet reading The Hyena’s latest post tonight. I haven’t giggled this hard in too many weeks. So, so wrong… Edit: Must add the Budget Food Roundup, Part 1. Attempting to hold in screaming laughter at almost-02:00 is not good for one’s health; it simply can’t be. Part 2 exists, but isn’t as funny as the first one.

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    Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours…

    Mother-dear’s Christmas loot arrived today. Stevie Wonder’s Definitive Collection, y’all. Oh, yeah. My first-ever Stevie Wonder CD. I’m so proud. I can’t even pin down exactly why, but I love his music—the vocals, the melodies, all of it. It comes together to create a cohesive Wonder sound that I can rock to for days. Hear some of the Stevie Wonder-fulness (just ten tracks I selected). Because I like to share. Another of the (four new) CDs I can now proudly say is in my collection is The Spooks’ Faster Than You Know. The Spooks have grown up, and I happen to love their sound. They’ve come together so that no…