• On Life and Love

    Making a decision.

    Fuck the Thorn and school for the next forty-five minutes. This is me time. I need to think. I have a problem. The problem is that my workload is unmanageable. This is sad, because it doesn’t bode well for my success at Rose if seventeen credit hours is enough to bring me down. Regardless, the problem is there. There are a couple of options laying before me that may alleviate some of the stress. Michael has in the past suggesting giving up the Thorn, or at least finding some way to delegate much of the responsibility. This would help. Abstracted, this would be the option to key in on academics.…

  • On Life and Love

    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.

  • On Life and Love

    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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    You just aren’t listening to me.

    My younger sibling says this (in imitation of our mother) when the Old Man tries to carry on a conversation with her while not really listening to her responses. It’s sad and slightly humourous to watch, because she’ll be talking animatedly and he’ll “uh-huh” repeated until she realizes he isn’t listening. Then she turns whiny and pissed. The fourth week of December, my body began to talk at me. Actually, that’s a fallacy right there, because it’s really always talking to me. I just had very little desire to listen until then. And I only gave it a cursory response when I did listen. Progressively through this school year, I’ve…