I gave my name out to two fat chicks today. Lisa and Jennifer. They didn't know how to calculate molar concentrations. Nice people. Dumb as bricks. Why must I gravitate towards such people. I must have gotten caught in their orbit.
Something was wrong with the Vietnamese sandwiches I made tonight. The vegetables weren't tangy enough. They were more sour than sweet AND sour. Lesson: never buy Safeway brand vinegar. That goes for you people as well.
I saw a guy who had chemical compounds tattooed to the back of BOTH of his calves. Thinking about organic lab freshman year reminded me of the time we made R-carvone. Could have sniffed that stuff for days. It would probably be safer to chew gum instead.
More observations on the hipster: you might as well give them a couch to sit on in the bathroom. Don't girls have couches in their bathrooms sometimes? Every time I go to any bathroom on campus, all the guys are checking themselves out in the mirror, fixing their hair, adjusting their clothes so they can appear like they naturally don't care about being disheveled.
They're coming out with a new edition of Lehninger's Biochemistry book in April. I don't know why- those things are practically indestructible. The book fell off my desk the other day. Not a dent nor scratch on it when I picked it up. That's going to be the new thing once ebooks appear on the internet: torrenting textbooks instead of porn.
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