But I really had enough of worrying, & so I chose to study a little of Bacterial Pathogenesis--& that was seriously fun & much worth knowing, in terms of personal interest--& go to my research lab to browse through Eric's book, & yet I finally obtain a library call number for a book that might contain the damn FISH protocols. I hate ScienceDirect, the research search engine site.
I felt alone as well--not lonely, I see these 2 words as 2 different interpretations--& all I thought of to ease my short-term trouble is to just eat out w/ someone, although I did want to keep this biochem burden to myself until I can calmly talk about it. And I was drooling (come on, not literally) for my all-time favorite, the Choco Chip Pizookie. Fuck dessert on V-Day. Besides, Reggie isn't a big fan of American sweets anyway. As I was saying, good thing Gretch was available to dine our asses off later on.
It's almost 2p.m., a few hours before I face you know what. I still didn't feel like repetitively going over CHEM 441B, & so I took care of registering MICR496, if I want CSULB to officially know I'm in research, & go to my car, hopefully catching at least an hour of "power-napping." Darn the car alarms & the bitter cold in the car interior that I was only able to obtain an official nap, i.e. 20 minutes...
I also want to get over the hassle of the wrong key issue, & shit, over 20 minutes of suspicious questioning about trying to open the other door & to find out that I have to back to the FHMB office tomorrow morning? Ugh, those unreliable locksmiths.
Since I would meet up with Gretch around 8, I thought I'd be able to consume a "snack" by trying Sbarro's roasted potatoes. But since they were almost the same price as a slice of cheese pizza, & the fact I've been more budget-conscious, I pigged out on the melty, chumpy (I know there's no such word but I had to say it's neither chewy or crunchy) substance. But at the same time I did study my biochem notes once more.
The clock ticked 5 & it was time for the dreaded 25-point quiz, 1 point for having BOTH your name & student ID#. Oh my goodness. I'm starting to get angry at myself, once again. I studied much more on the material covered both in 441B & A than the new material that was actually asked. I could only answer the enzyme question unreluctantly, & used the best of my knowledge on the other 2. If I followed the other way I really wouldn't think the quiz was that bad & thus finish it decently. Quiz was done 35 min. later & suffered to listen (well personally I liked his lectures about lipid metabolism) 10 min. over the official end time. Whatever, now I know how the teacher formats his questions.
As soon as I got home, I quickly did a body test on Wii Fit & drove to Baldwin Park to eat BJ's with Gretchel. Because I saw a waiter carrying a giant, 18+ inch diameter of a Pizookie, maybe I'll have that on my birthday (if I'm really gonna celebrate it). But while constantly talking, Harvey texted me about the quiz results, & when he told me that he & other friends actually got a 1/25, my brain suddenly froze. Yet I quickly, & repeatedly, told Gretch in absolute anxiety: NO, I DON'T WANNA SEE IT YET. I'M A WUSS; I WANNA CHECK MY SCORE W/ A BIOCHEM CLASSMATE AT THE SAME TIME. I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW HOW SHOULD I REACT AFTER HOURS OF PENETRATING THE INFO INTO MY HEAD. The epiphany: the walrus really made sense & he really meant every word he said. As of this writing, I still haven't checked but I'll have the courage tomorrow at the SAS computer lab.
As Gretchel goes, "3 more months." I love her optimism. The pizookie was yummy, of course, & hearing the "chismis" about the "group" made both our days. I'll probably down a tequila or 2 tomorrow night at her party...
Happy early V-Day =P.
