Happy Halloween!!!

October 17, 2007


It’s the time of year when almost every Rutgers female decides she will be a Victoria’s Secret model for Halloween. The rest of them will be sexy nurses. All in the name of finding their own little green pumpkin. I’m staying home.


Warning Bells

October 6, 2007

I was driving home from the library tonight after some heavy-duty studying, listening to Guster, when it hit me-my life is awesome. Sure, some things need improvement, but isn’t that the point? Things really are going well.

Orgo exam on sunday night-to kick off Halloween season. Scary.

Mmmm…. Beer…..

May 10, 2007

I got a B on the bio final, and that is making me feel all kinds of wonderful. Superficial? Yes. I believe grades are bullshit, and not quite an accurate representation of how much of the material you really know. Until a better idea is presented, however, the B stands. And I really wish I was at one of those super-liberal colleges with no attendance, GPA, or curriculum requirements. But then I wouldn’t have a B in bio.

Had a beer after dinner. Slightly buzzed. Too bad I have to work tomorrow.

Don’t you just love it when your friends set you up to get hit on by a 22-year-old frat boy, and they can get away with it because you’re single? He is going to get mauled like a wild animal…. And he knows it.

Going to bed before the buzz wears off.

End of the Road

May 7, 2007

…. well, end of the semester, actually. I had my last final on friday afternoon. And now I wait. I have to figure out how next semester is going down, with tuition, work, and the rest of it. I have to register for fall classes within the next few days, and it looks like I might be done in another 3 semesters. Very exciting.

Going the Philly to see the King Tut exhibit this weekend. Anyone?

The Funky Sandwiches

April 12, 2007

The fact that Don Imus should not be on-air is besides the point. The guy is a handjob. Who in his right mind would say something like that on-air? New Brunswick today was a mess because there were demonstrations on all 4 campuses. Traffic was a disaster. I was running late for class, finally found parking. As I’m waiting at a light to cross the street partially blocked by news trucks, NB Police, Rutgers Police, an ambulance (???), and all the people that come along with all that jazz, I am approached by a dude with a HUGE camera (oh, I wanted to pet it so bad…), who asks me:

“Excuse me, which direction are the Rutgers Funky Sandwiches in?”

Ok, so it took me awhile to get what he was talking about. I had Bio on my mind and everything else was slow burn. New Brunswick Rutgers Campus is famous for the Grease Trucks, where you get these enormous sandwiches, they are called Fat Cats, and each of them should come with a Lipitor power-pack. Fat Cats are famous for preventing hangovers (I have used this cure myself back in the day), and are unfairly delicious. The only exception I will make when it comes to junk fast food. How could you say no to chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, and fries drenched in marinara sauce? Or felafel with humus, tahini, fries, lettuce and tomato? I can’t.

So that’s what Camera Man was asking about. It took something like Don Imus to bring this poor soul to the land of the Funky Sandwiches. After I gave the guy directions I realized that I was surrounded by quite a few intently listening crew members, all of which headed toward several different news trucks as soon as they knew where to go. As they all drove off into the downtown sunset (it was more like mid-afternoon), I realized that I had done my good deed for the day. I showed the way to the Fat Cats.


February 26, 2007

I studied all week. Animal diversity, the nervous system, the endocrine system, classification…. I was doing fine up to the point I got to the hormone inhibitor questions. Then the coloring by numbers began. I had no clue what it was they were actually interested in. And I studied. I am, however, really relieved it’s over. Exhale. Life is good.

P.S. I hate scanrons. Filling those freaking bubles in is worse than taking the actual test.

Second Time Around

February 23, 2007

I hate the spring semester. For some reason it never works out for me. I’m not sure if it’s the weather, the season, the beginning of the year, or whatever, I really have no clue, but it is so much harder for me to find meaning or motivation in what I do. I hate it. And it sucks, because it is so important that I do well. Now. Not next fall. I procrastinate about procrastinating. I didn’t even know that was possible, but I have actually figured out how to do that. I have an exam on sunday night (yep, sunday… leave it up to the Bio Dep’t, of course. Handjobs). I need to go read. Turn myself into a productive member of society.

Back To School

February 8, 2007

Everything is exactly the same. The bathrooms in the Bio building still look like the OK Corral  with their swinging doors. The Douglas Student Center Cafe still has my favorite sandwich. Hickman 138 is still air-conditioned year-round, perpetually cold as hell. The Bio department still uses the same displays for their labs. It almost feels as if I never left, some strange case of deja vu. A little creepy, really. Maybe some wishful thinking as well. Do things really change that slowly, though?

Advise Please?

January 25, 2007

I am taking a 200 level writing course, and I need to find a topic to write a research paper on. The “theme” of the class is “Technology and Society”, so I can write on pretty much anything. Since I like to keep it interesting (we’ll have to do a class presentation, as well), I need to find something cool to write about, and I want that something cool to involve Bulgaria, of course. Outsourcing? Privatization? Olympic Bid? I need ideas. Something that will allow me to elaborate for 10 pages, or 3000 words, and be able to quote my sources. I need at least a B in this class. Plus, the TA is really cute. I think he might be younger than me, but I would like to have the option of a date once the semester is over….

Enjoy the Silence

January 10, 2007

So much happening, and so little time to talk about it. I am registering for classes tomorrow, the semester starts next tuesday, and I am oh so very excited. I gave my two week notice at work last week, and all the managers had a collective coronary. I don’t understand-I’ve been asking EVERYONE for a raise, and no one listened. Now that they realize it’s over, they are willing to do anything to keep me. Bribes for more money, part-time work, a different position are all in the works right now. Had I known this would have happened, I would have bluffed 4 months ago. It is nice to be courted, though. I am actually happy to stay part-time for more money. This way I won’t need to look for another job, as I had been planing. I like my job, and I love the boys. As I have mentioned before, I get away with a lot. I also happen to do a lot I really don’t have to.  So everyone is happy. Especially me.

I am also planing a birthday celebration. Party saturday night, sunday and monday in Manhattan. Show or play, dinner with friends, some shopping. The way a birthday should be, you know. Kind of a last hurrah before school begins. Everyone is invited, of course. I’ll even pick you up from the airport, lemon. Yes, you. It’s about time….