TGIF. I'm not sure whether expected life in St. Louis to move faster or not. However, today's routine is only to be broken by an orientation in the library. Watching people going to work from my window, I just can't help but think that is what comprises the majority of days. Trying to write about the perfect career, well every job consists of "go to work," "work," and "leave work." The optimist in me says that it's the "work" component which makes each job unique and wonderful. However, trying to decide on a career at twenty-one may not be smart. Met an arrogant med student the other night. Damn cocky if anything. Trying to play "God" through plastic surgery. Definitely a contrast to some of the welcoming grad students I've encountered thus far. Softball. Carpool to picnic. Jokes. And probably something that I cannot remember right now. Listening to the "Rent" soundtrack definitely is not helping matters any.
Also realized that my lab does not know I have a twin. I do not believe I told them anything beyond having a sister. Possibilities. Suggestions? We went to a picnic last week and had some fun with new people. We're not related at all! Twins? Fancy that! It's amazing, we actually met at the program. Wait, our names are similar? Fabulous, you can read a nametag! Are you sure that you haven't had too much to drink?
"If you are an overeducated (or at least a semi-overeducated) youngish person with a sleep disorder and a surfeit of opinions, the thing to do, after all, is to start a blog." NYT, 09.12.05
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