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Thursday, January 23, 2003
Ok, so I just had the most vile day of my new year, and...I'm over it!
Sweet.
So, first of all, I had issues with the registrar and registering for my indepedent research class (PSYC98b). I'm going to be working under Mark Saviano in Dr. Watson's research group - which is definitely something I'm really excited about, but getting the paperwork done is somewhat unnerving. I spent all day trying to get Dr. Watson's signature on a form that the psychology office gave me, and when I got to the registrar, they informed me I had been given a --very-- outdated form. They handed me an all-too-complicated new form and explained that I needed to get it in - by tommorow - and meet with both Watson and Saviano to complete it. Damn. Well, I weaseled an extra few days out of the registrar, but it's still an inconvenience.
Then, I lost my brand new leather (albeit from Building 19 1/15) gloves. I liked them, they were cool, now I mourn them. :( My mom is sending new ones. Yay Mom!
Then I had an attrocious biology lab that centered around fruit flies. It will continue for several weeks. Unfortunately, many of my non-biology friends (Rachel...Dianne...) might get dragged into this horrifying experience, as well. Run. I hate it when my week centers around finding virgin female mutant fruitflies (Hey, sounds like a spinoff of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - woooooo). Maybe I'll write a song about it and submitt it to next years lab manual...under the name Sara Berg.
So...what cheered me up in the end? It certainly wasn't the Fruitloop-centered sherman meal I had after lab. Actually, it was - not too surprising to those who know me - a Bjork song, the incredibly ecstatic "Alarm Call." Bjork's happiness is infectious. Here's some lyrics from it:
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