Dearest Darling Readers,
Well...my summer so far has been a mix of the really amazing and the sorta kinda not so great. So...not sure how I feel about it...yet. I shall preface this tale of romance, friendship, and tragedy by telling you that I am spending this entire summer away from Darien and all of my friends. So...I have not seen any of them in two weeks, and I won't see any of them for a little more than eight more weeks. I figure that that is a good thing to know before reading this post and/or any of the other posts that I write this summer. I am returning home on August 26 (AFTER the last day of band camp...of course! :( SADNESS!!).
ANYWAY. So, right now, I am at the University of Notre Dame. As you may or may not know, I am a MAJOR Notre Dame fan. So, literally ONE DAY after I got up to my summer house, I turned right around and drove down to South Bend, Indiana where I have been for the last week and a half. What am I doing here, you might ask? WELL, I am here taking pre-college classes as well as working in a molecular biology lab! It is really freaking awesome. Every day, I have 3 hours of lab work in the mornings, and 3 hours of classes in the afternoons, but then a couple of days each work, I get to skip class and go outside and do field work! I love this place! Now, don't misunderstand me, Notre Dame isn't my absolute first choice for college, though it's in my top 5, but there's just something about being here that makes you feel...good. I don't know how to describe it. And it's not just me, you can ask people who don't even have any affiliation with Notre Dame whatsoever and they'll tell you that this place is magical. My tennis coach once told me that...he's been to Notre Dame once in his life.
So...basically I had to apply to the class just like I would with college, except that they only take 20 students. And then I had to apply for the laboratory internship/observation program, which only takes about 10 students. I didn't really think that I had much of a chance of getting in, but I guess I must have just squeaked by. But OH MY GOD I am so glad that I did! I love it! I especially love the lab work. Right now, we're working on finding ways of fixing or altering the genetic mutations that cause blindness...in fruit flies. But hey, maybe we'll have cured blindness (and cancer...we're doing another side project with colorectal cancer) in humans by the end of this week (I, sadly, depart on Friday).
Outside of the classroom, it's pretty much just like being in college. Well, we have a dorm curfew (11pm weekdays, 12am weekends), and we have to check in via text with our dorm managers at certain times in the evenings, but other than that, we have total freedom. It's pretty awesome. You know, after class I just swing by my dorm, pick up my laptop, and go to the student center and grab some Starbucks and then go and work on my research project...pshh NBD. That's another thing: my friends here are from all over the world, and one of my closest friends always says "NBD." It's kinda funny because my friends at home don't talk like that. There's also the whole "soda/pop/coke" debate that is constantly discussed.
And...that closest friend...here come the parts of my summer that make me not totally loving it. I met this really cool girl on my second day here. She's a huge chemistry nerd, just like me, and we bonded over discussing the AP Chemistry exam and getting out SAT2 scores for Chemistry back on the same day. Anyway, we were super close for the first week, and then on Saturday and through Monday, she totally distanced herself from me, and I have no idea why. So...I still have friends here, but I basically lost my closest friend...oh well. After Friday, I'll probably (though not definitely) never see her again. That's depressing...but...eh...so it goes.
The one who pointed out that I would never really see her again after Friday was my boyfriend...Mickey. I miss him, too. What's weird though is that I'm not dying of misery missing him. Last summer, I missed my now-ex-boyfriend so much it was pathetic, and I definitely love Mickey much more than I ever liked that other guy, so I really don't know why I don't miss him too much. Oh well, it's eight more weeks, so it's probably a good thing that it's not too painful.
I also miss my other friends!!! Garsh! Bimbo! Geek! Freak! Jane! Alexa! THE TWIN! Minnie! And...assorted friends who have yet to gain code names on this blog! I miss you guys!!
Pshh...I'm sure you miss me too though, right?
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Right?
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RIGHT???!!!
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Pshh...love you guys!
~Book
PS. Guess who has a "Notre Dame Biology" T-shirt!
June 28, 2011
June 27, 2011
Gettin' Swizz-Faced
Dearest Darling Readers,
That's right bitches, I got job. It's such an amazing and mentally stimulating experience...for a frozen yogurt store that is. Yeah I got this job in a really weird way through a friend and e-mail and blahs IT'S COMPLICATED but I've got it! Yay! It's really sad, I've become such a horrible workaholic since the summer started which was like a week ago but what-ever. It's called Swizzles and it's on the Post Road in Darien Connecticut. If you ever stop by and the checkout girl is exceedingly attractive chances are it's not me har har. It's this self serve joint and at first I was so hooked on the idea because I'd never been to a place like it before until I found out that there are only A MILLION places just like it. I feel so lied to! Sometimes it's really scary how into my job I get. Like whenever I'm closing, I always get stuck with mopping. Now that place has the shittiest floor because you can see ALL the crap that's been spilt through-out the day. It's really gross and takes forever to mop. I've got it down to routine though, good quality time with Toby. how sad is this, our owner seemed to have spent all the money he got for the place on everything BUT things we need like, say a GOOD MOP. He went and fished the grundgeist, most decrepit mop you ever did see. I call him Toby, Toby the mop. He reminds me a lot like a cranky old man. Like when he was in his prime he was a damn good mop but at this point he's pretty much given up and just resents that I make him clean the floor. Sometimes it's like "God damn it Toby! Why did you scratch the table?! I can't clean that and it's clearly visible!" and he'll retort with a "Well if you didn't sling me about so clumsily maybe it wouldn't have happened! You young folks and your crazy maneuvers!" He can be kind of an asshole but he's still my good friend, we have bonded. That doesn't stop me from fantasizing about drying him out for good and setting him on fire. I've often thought the best solution would be for Toby to mysteriously go missing one day and I'd secretly donate him to a funeral home or something. A fitting end to such a cranky old mop. But then I get further and think that if I DID do that A) I would feel to guilty for giving them the WORST mop in the world or B) They would refused to let me get buried one day for giving them the shittiest mop in the world. I think too much. That my friends is where my mind goes during the mind numbing chore of mopping.
P.S. I have a deviant-art now because I draw comics about our group of friends including the rest of the-awesomes. Check it out HERE: http://fluentinmeh.deviantart.com/
Franks for reading!
That's right bitches, I got job. It's such an amazing and mentally stimulating experience...for a frozen yogurt store that is. Yeah I got this job in a really weird way through a friend and e-mail and blahs IT'S COMPLICATED but I've got it! Yay! It's really sad, I've become such a horrible workaholic since the summer started which was like a week ago but what-ever. It's called Swizzles and it's on the Post Road in Darien Connecticut. If you ever stop by and the checkout girl is exceedingly attractive chances are it's not me har har. It's this self serve joint and at first I was so hooked on the idea because I'd never been to a place like it before until I found out that there are only A MILLION places just like it. I feel so lied to! Sometimes it's really scary how into my job I get. Like whenever I'm closing, I always get stuck with mopping. Now that place has the shittiest floor because you can see ALL the crap that's been spilt through-out the day. It's really gross and takes forever to mop. I've got it down to routine though, good quality time with Toby. how sad is this, our owner seemed to have spent all the money he got for the place on everything BUT things we need like, say a GOOD MOP. He went and fished the grundgeist, most decrepit mop you ever did see. I call him Toby, Toby the mop. He reminds me a lot like a cranky old man. Like when he was in his prime he was a damn good mop but at this point he's pretty much given up and just resents that I make him clean the floor. Sometimes it's like "God damn it Toby! Why did you scratch the table?! I can't clean that and it's clearly visible!" and he'll retort with a "Well if you didn't sling me about so clumsily maybe it wouldn't have happened! You young folks and your crazy maneuvers!" He can be kind of an asshole but he's still my good friend, we have bonded. That doesn't stop me from fantasizing about drying him out for good and setting him on fire. I've often thought the best solution would be for Toby to mysteriously go missing one day and I'd secretly donate him to a funeral home or something. A fitting end to such a cranky old mop. But then I get further and think that if I DID do that A) I would feel to guilty for giving them the WORST mop in the world or B) They would refused to let me get buried one day for giving them the shittiest mop in the world. I think too much. That my friends is where my mind goes during the mind numbing chore of mopping.
P.S. I have a deviant-art now because I draw comics about our group of friends including the rest of the-awesomes. Check it out HERE: http://fluentinmeh.deviantart.com/
Franks for reading!
June 7, 2011
Summer is Almost Here!
Dearest Darling Readers,
Well, it looks as though we may never get that prom post from Freak. Oh well, I can't wait forever to post again.
SO. Summer is just around the corner! Final exams start on Friday and then we are out a week later! Now, don't get me wrong, I am excited to be done with school and under less stress (though I'm doing precollege this summer...so only slightly), but I am for once NOT excited for summer vacation to come. Why, you might ask? Well, summer vacation means that I am going to be gone for nine weeks.
Ever since I was born, and for a hundred years before that, it was tradition for my dad's family to meet up at the family house in Northern Michigan every summer. My great grandmother grew up in the area and lived there year-round. So, we would all get together for a week or two to visit her and each other. Two summers ago, my parents decided to buy a house up there so that we could spend the entire summer in Michigan. That summer though we only spent four weeks up there. Then LAST summer, I spent nine weeks up there, and it was pretty awful, but it wasn't SO bad because Bimbo came up to visit me for a week. This year, I am going away for nine weeks straight and won't get to see any of my friends at all for over two months. That is a sixth of a year, people!
Now, this is totally fine for my parents who have plenty of friends out there and don't really have strong ties to as many people back here. BUT GAH! 90% of the girls out there that I pretend to be friends with are some of the dumbest and most vapid people on the planet! Bimbo can attest to this, she's met them! Now, I do have three fairly good friends out there, but they are weekenders and do not stay up the whole summer like some of the others. My guy friends are okay...but some of them are a little creepy...
But also! This summer is going to be way worse than last summer because, weirdly enough, I have a lot more friends this year than I did last year! Literally, sophomore year it was just the four of us and couple of other people, but somehow and magically this year I have this nice big awesome group of friends. And on top of that, I have Mickey! Not only is he my best friend but he is also my amazing boyfriend who I love so much and will miss SO much! Now, I had a boyfriend last summer too and ask Bimbo, I missed him so much it was pathetic. But I love Mickey so much more than I liked that boyfriend that I have no idea what I am even going to do with myself this summer! Also, all of my other friends, especially Bimbo and Geek, will be together for most of the summer and will be having tons of fun without me! Of course, I want them to have awesome summers...I just wish that I could be a part of them. But NO, I am going to be either cooped up in my summer house, attempting to endure hanging out with "the yacht club girls," or attending precollege classes and a genetics lab internship at Notre Dame. I guess the last one isn't so bad, but that's only for a couple of weeks. GAH!
This summer is going to suck. Oh, and I am very sorry for bringing down those of you who are really looking forward to it. I would be too if I weren't going away for nine weeks...
~Book
Well, it looks as though we may never get that prom post from Freak. Oh well, I can't wait forever to post again.
SO. Summer is just around the corner! Final exams start on Friday and then we are out a week later! Now, don't get me wrong, I am excited to be done with school and under less stress (though I'm doing precollege this summer...so only slightly), but I am for once NOT excited for summer vacation to come. Why, you might ask? Well, summer vacation means that I am going to be gone for nine weeks.
Ever since I was born, and for a hundred years before that, it was tradition for my dad's family to meet up at the family house in Northern Michigan every summer. My great grandmother grew up in the area and lived there year-round. So, we would all get together for a week or two to visit her and each other. Two summers ago, my parents decided to buy a house up there so that we could spend the entire summer in Michigan. That summer though we only spent four weeks up there. Then LAST summer, I spent nine weeks up there, and it was pretty awful, but it wasn't SO bad because Bimbo came up to visit me for a week. This year, I am going away for nine weeks straight and won't get to see any of my friends at all for over two months. That is a sixth of a year, people!
Now, this is totally fine for my parents who have plenty of friends out there and don't really have strong ties to as many people back here. BUT GAH! 90% of the girls out there that I pretend to be friends with are some of the dumbest and most vapid people on the planet! Bimbo can attest to this, she's met them! Now, I do have three fairly good friends out there, but they are weekenders and do not stay up the whole summer like some of the others. My guy friends are okay...but some of them are a little creepy...
But also! This summer is going to be way worse than last summer because, weirdly enough, I have a lot more friends this year than I did last year! Literally, sophomore year it was just the four of us and couple of other people, but somehow and magically this year I have this nice big awesome group of friends. And on top of that, I have Mickey! Not only is he my best friend but he is also my amazing boyfriend who I love so much and will miss SO much! Now, I had a boyfriend last summer too and ask Bimbo, I missed him so much it was pathetic. But I love Mickey so much more than I liked that boyfriend that I have no idea what I am even going to do with myself this summer! Also, all of my other friends, especially Bimbo and Geek, will be together for most of the summer and will be having tons of fun without me! Of course, I want them to have awesome summers...I just wish that I could be a part of them. But NO, I am going to be either cooped up in my summer house, attempting to endure hanging out with "the yacht club girls," or attending precollege classes and a genetics lab internship at Notre Dame. I guess the last one isn't so bad, but that's only for a couple of weeks. GAH!
This summer is going to suck. Oh, and I am very sorry for bringing down those of you who are really looking forward to it. I would be too if I weren't going away for nine weeks...
~Book
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