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Storm has come
Whoa! So classes officially start on Monday.
Crazy, huh? I'd say its regoddamndiculous. Summer flew by
like it was nothing, but there are also so many amazing memories
that it almost seems like it couldn't have been longer. And
if you thought I was busy then, get a load of this. I'll be
taking Organic Chemistry and the five hour lab, Physics with
calculus and the three hour lab, Psych-statistics, and (the
most exciting) Abnormal Psychology. I will continue working
in the Cordes lab somewhere between 10 and 15 hours a week.
I'll also be a new Biochemistry Ambasador working to help
involve highschool and fellow undergrad students in the Biochem
department. On top of that set schedule, I'm hoping to start
voluteering at Oasis
on campus, get involved in Alpha-epsilon-delta,
begin Tiger-crane style Kung Fu with Dave, and organize my
intended study-abroad in either/all England, Australia, and
Japan. A bit lofty you say? Kind of spreading myself too thin?
I think NOT! Well, leave it to good old dad's genetics to
kick me into ultra-high efficiency mode. If he can do it,
then so can I. I mean, I'm young right? Might as well do it
now. I'll sleep when I'm dead, as they say. Who's "they"
anyway? Is there some kind of think-tank that makes up the
proverbial "they" that thinks of every commonly
thought of excuse? I'd say it's made up of all of the super
genius kids who, for example, find ways to make radioactive
material in his shed at age 12 and are never punished, but
are rather snatched up by the government for the utilization
of their super intelligence. I don't think that being in a
think-tank would be much fun. I'd much rather research Posttramatic
Stress Disorder or Dissociative Identity Disorder. But that's
just me. I'm sure that there are plenty of incredibly intelligent,
oh-so-amusing fantastic people that would spend years in such
a place, happy as a clam. Alrighty then, I really don't think
that I'm making much sense at all at this point so I will
move on to actual reality and discontinue the spiralling delerium
of my own twisted reality.
I pick up Jessie (returning from Hawaii) and
Lauren (returning from Bramuda) from the airport tomarrow
evening. I plan on having lunch with Jainy Savla (for real
this time) and then hanging out with my mama for a bit. Hopefully
I will get to see Carlee for the first time in weeks and weeks.
After I drop off Jessie, Lauren and I will head out on a manic
journey to Mesa to pick up all her things and then drive the
2 hours to our apartment in Tucson to move Lauren in and then
start our classes the next day. Ahhh what a crunch. Don't
you just love it when people leave things till the last day.
I certainly do, but then they usually end up alright that
way for me. It worries me a bit more when others do it. Such
as North Pointe Apartments. They didn't hardly do a thing
to prep the apartment for my three new roomies: Lauren, Tiffany
and Amanda. But don't worry, I'll make sure that they take
care of everything...oh, boy will I make sure. Wow, I'm being
awefully agressive. In a good way, I hope. But as for now
it is after midnight and I'll be needing a bit of sleep. I've
been feeling a bit detached lately. Goodnight and take care,
all! Aloha.
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