Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning

An errant ember. A dry wind. The parched vegetation.

Sometimes, the universe conspires to destroy and there is nothing you can do to stop it. A grim equation optimized by an evil and subversive calculus, solved to bring us certain tragedy.

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On the drive from work to my lab exam in microbiology, my nose started to leak blood. I had to drive for 10 miles with my nose tilted slightly upwards with one hand on the wheel and the other applying pressure on my nasal cavity. I would have pulled over, but I was running late as it was, and I didn't want to miss out on a few minutes of the test.

Turns out I could have. The test was over and done so quickly that I could have taken time to tend to my nose properly. In all honesty, I should drop this class because it is far too easy for me, but then again, only a fool complains that he's getting an easy "A" and then drops the class.

Work ethic be damned--if I can get away with studying for only 20-30 minutes per test and STILL get a grade 25% above the average score, I'll take it. We'll just say that it's academic karma for all those times I studied for o-chem (or mo-bio, or cell bio, or...etc.) and was relieved if my scores landed me in the middle of the pack.

This frees up more time for more important things, like not being a hazard on the road. Or stopping the flow of blood without having to worry about crashing into a street lamp. Or sleeping off a long, hot, uncomfortable, not-at-all-gorgeous-thank-you-very-much-weatherlady day...

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I'm finally getting health insurance again and the first thing I'm going to do is order the physician to perform one of those allergy skin tests on my back and force him to give me the strongest allergy meds out there.

I'm sick and fucking tired of this crap, and it only gets worse as you grow older.

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The meteorologist just said that it will be a "gorgeous day" tomorrow.

I will kill you, woman. You obviously don't suffer from chronic rhinitis.

They really should give a pollen forecast as well. It's not always convenient for everyone to check weather.com or something to get a decent weather forecast. I wonder if she might have changed her assessment of the weather tomorrow if she knew that the pollen count is "high" or "very high" for three of the four types of pollen included on the count.

Yeah. Fuckin' gorgeous.

It really makes me not want to go to class tomorrow, but I figure I should; if I do go to class, however, I need to get my ass in gear and read these articles.

They would have been read already if I didn't feel like my brain was leaking out my nose.

I guess that means that--as usual--there is a long night ahead, and--as usual--I want to die.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! LAME!

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...fucking, NOT.

Hot and breezy and dry does not a beautiful day make.

Especially when all the trees and plants around you are trying to have sex.

News flash: my nose is not a fucking receptacle for your crazy plant spooge.

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This weekend, I will make time to research the LIF signaling system, lest I die a painful death when my seminar class' final presentation time comes around.

In other news, this weekend, I won't make time to research the LIF signaling system because everything else in the world is due first.

I pose a conundrum to you, a riddle if you will...

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I booked my flight to San Diego for the end of June/beginning of July. Going to see one of my high school friends and catch the Honda Civic Tour with Fall Out Boy while there. Since I am thinking of getting my M.S. at SDSU, I will take the opportunity to scope out the bar scene as well, as I am quite sure that I will be spending time in bars trying to decompress from the stresses of a thesis-track master's degree.

I love Southwest Airlines because I was able to get a round trip for cheap. Well, the flight down to San Diego wasn't as cheap as I thought it should be, but the $49 flight back was well worth it. I was looking for tickets to the East Coast and found that I could fly into Providence (hint hint) for $109 each way if I booked early enough. Whether or not I'd actually have the funds to do that remains to be seen, but I'm keeping it in mind.

All this talk about travel is making my mind wander off to far away places. I need to keep it here, at least for the next hour or so, so I can finish up some work. Let me tell you--taking a full load of classes and working part time in the lab is quite tiring. Especially since lab work requires actual thinking. Sometimes I wish I had a mind-numbing job where I could just shut off my brain, but I'm glad I have such an intellectually-stimulating internship because, otherwise, I'd be bored. And tired is definitely better than bored.

Well, most of the time, I guess.

Alright, kids. Back to work!






P.S. Suck it, Dallas!

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Not so bad.

Well, definitely not as bad as everyone made it out to be when we were discussing it after we took it.

Suck it up, pussies. This is the fucking BIG LEAGUES.

Okay, maybe not. But quit your damn whining.

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