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So, here I am...
I got here at about 1:30, its 8:10 PM and I´m still pretty much stuck. I´m at the lab, by the way. I´m working in neurobiology because I have nothing better to do than look for polimorphisms that could influence depression. I´m such a geek.
One fine day, back when I was still in collegue and had to earn credits by working on someone else´s project for free, Romina, the girl that´s in charge of the project, teached me to extract DNA from blood samples. And we discovered that, for some reason, I get way more DNA than I should. By now I´m getting 3 to 4 times as much as she does per sample. I suspect that this´ll be my job for a long, long time. It´s boring and repetitive and utterly uninteresting, but I get so much free time waiting on some parts of it that I´ll be checking and commenting on my flist more often. So I´m stuck here and you´ll be stuck with me, because misery loves company =P
You know, now that I think about it... well, the project is not very interesting, and my job is downright boring. Why am I still working here anyway?
Anyway, did I tell you I´m teaching Physics in some random collegue? It´s awful yet entertaining. I feel like I got dropped down in the middle of a high school soap opera. But I have the power, because I grade´em. So, ha!
There´s this guy that feels mortally offended because I don´t think he is hot. I suspected as much, but the other day I found out that he has ranted several times about it to his classmates. The thing is, I do think he´s hot, but he's such an asshole that I don´t really care.
On the same note, I´ve never been so hit on in my life. I´m like the kindergarden teacher, with all the little boys crushing on me and sending me crayoned pictures. Except that, you know, most of this guys are older than me. And much, much bigger. With all the flirting that coming my way lately I´d feel pretty and witty and gay, if I didn´t know they wanted me only for my grading ability. The bastards >:O
One fine day, back when I was still in collegue and had to earn credits by working on someone else´s project for free, Romina, the girl that´s in charge of the project, teached me to extract DNA from blood samples. And we discovered that, for some reason, I get way more DNA than I should. By now I´m getting 3 to 4 times as much as she does per sample. I suspect that this´ll be my job for a long, long time. It´s boring and repetitive and utterly uninteresting, but I get so much free time waiting on some parts of it that I´ll be checking and commenting on my flist more often. So I´m stuck here and you´ll be stuck with me, because misery loves company =P
You know, now that I think about it... well, the project is not very interesting, and my job is downright boring. Why am I still working here anyway?
Anyway, did I tell you I´m teaching Physics in some random collegue? It´s awful yet entertaining. I feel like I got dropped down in the middle of a high school soap opera. But I have the power, because I grade´em. So, ha!
There´s this guy that feels mortally offended because I don´t think he is hot. I suspected as much, but the other day I found out that he has ranted several times about it to his classmates. The thing is, I do think he´s hot, but he's such an asshole that I don´t really care.
On the same note, I´ve never been so hit on in my life. I´m like the kindergarden teacher, with all the little boys crushing on me and sending me crayoned pictures. Except that, you know, most of this guys are older than me. And much, much bigger. With all the flirting that coming my way lately I´d feel pretty and witty and gay, if I didn´t know they wanted me only for my grading ability. The bastards >:O
Hola, Mai (i don't understand your ~€~#€¬#€¬ livejournal)
(Anonymous) 2006-10-20 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)Cómo estás??? Te he extrañado... después de todo, no te veo desde hace 23 horas!!! Snif.
Te cuento. Me voy a estudiar fisiopatología y no es divertido. De paso, busco inspiración para escribir en un blog y no me resulta, así que empecé a postear a los flogs y blogs de los demás, a ver si se me ocurre algo mirando los jugos que dan los demás seres del universo. Hasta el momento, no pasa nada.
Pucha, me da lata que estés pasando por este período de chatez y desgano laboratoril sempiterno. Es una lástima. En verdad yo soy infinitamente feliz viendo cómo preparas una PCR al ritmo de la música, o cuando te habla la Romi y pareciera que tú sabes más de todo este asunto que ella...
Ayer el Coto me retó!! snif... Fue muy triste, no me había pasado nunca. Siempre me decía "danger, esto no se hace..."... pero bueno, supongo que era el día (o la pila de cagazos que puedo llegar a mandarme cuando estoy preocupado de otros temas...)
No te dije. Ayer fue un día cuático, debo arreglar muchas cosas en mi vida: una duda extranjera amenaza la estabilidad de mi mundo pastoral (si lo quieres oir más expresamente, la hermana Janny está hasta la coronilla de Francés y lo quiere convertir en ensalada de champignon...) y debo hacer algo :P. Por qué siempre soy el que tiene que andar haciendo que la gente no se pelee??? Al menos la Karlita washona-mijita-rica se ofreció para ayudarme, algo es algo...
(cuántos caracteres llevo?)
Ya, en fin. El resto te lo cuento de ahí, hoy será un día bien ocupado... y una noche mal dormida.
Te quiero mucho mucho ... (hartos "mucho" para el lado) mucho.
Adiós, amigui de los cabellos que encandilan, y saludos a la PCR y a tus niños odiosos....
Adiós
PD: juntémonos a comer un día de estos?