Time Flies When You're Slacking Off

Once again, I'm blogging when I should be doing other things. I think every blog post I've ever published was written either (a) when I had a shitload of things to do and absolutely should not have been blogging, or (b) when my life was falling apart. Today is mostly a, with a little bit of b looming imminently.

Last summer I spent 3 months unemployed, living at home with the parents. Absolute hell. While I now appreciate the fact that I was unemployed, as it allowed me to spend lots of quality time (which I had no idea would be among the last times) with Kerry, I absolutely refuse to repeat last summer again. So, I have applied to 4 summer research programs, 8 lab tech positions, 3 biotech internships, and emailed 10 scientists at the nearby grad school inquiring about lab assistant jobs. According to the law of averages, I have to get something...right? Right.

Right now I should be studying for my Microbiology exam, my biochemistry quiz (on the mechanisms of the TCA cycle- probably only Prin will appreciate the agony associated with this subject), finishing the summer program applications that are due Monday...and oh yeah, I should be at my biochem discussion section. whoops.

I had three lectures this morning. I slept through them all. Apparently my drug induced happiness is a bit fragile. On Monday I was very pleased with myself for pulling my shit together and doing well so far this semester. Then I asked my Advisor for a letter of recommendation for the summer program applications, and since I got a C- in his class due to the personal horror that was last semester, he says he can't write me a strong letter. So I'll have a good letter from my biochem prof, who understands that last semester was the first time when academics weren't my top priority in life, and knows I'm good in the lab, and that I'm hard working and determined as hell, and that I just had a few months where this whole school thing was put into perspective and it's a small miracle that I didn't flunk out of school. And I'll have Dr. L's letter.

Next week is Spring Break for me, and instead of spending my junior year spring break somewhere warm getting drunk with friends, guess what I get to do? I'm getting all 4 of my impacted wisdom teeth pulled. Oh joy.

This is me before I come undone.
This is me before I fall apart.
I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days.

(For ten points, who can name that song? Or, better yet, who can tell me where to obtain it?)