Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Being All Melancholic... I Think... But Reading This Imagine a Rainy November Day... or Maybe It Doesn't Really Matter dear diaryland, i must be a genius or a lucky fool. i fixed the broken laptop at the same time as i fixed my broken ipod at the same time as i was munching on the unappetizing but oh so delicious scones. (see previous entry, as i am lazy to include an actual link) in other news, my secret crate arrived to the lab today. surprisingly, the bright orange warning stickers described the contents to the t. even more surprisingly, FedEx had no problem with delivering it. sometimes i hate the fact that i cannot tell anybody what my research is. all i say is lasers and hope it satisfies the public. lasers, yes, i do use them for my research, but lasers are not the object of my research. i complain, but at the same time it is easier to just blame lasers for everything; my true research just makes people anxious and suspicious... seeing how everything is now-a-days. my boyfriend is awesome. but stan... stan is nicer to me, as if he knew our mistake and could not live it down. dr. a sees this. dr. a asks me if i get along with stan. i say yes, YES! we are friends. and then i make a face. and dr. a immediately knew the deal. that is why he decided that once one of the people in my office graduates this summer, he will move stan there. just as if he knew that it would annoy me. or maybe he is right, maybe stan and i were meant to be together? maybe i am just temporarily in love with my bf? at this, i shall leave you... until the next time, xxx 7:35 p.m. - March 02, 2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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