upsies-downsies

While everything for the past month has rolled downhill academically- yes, Research i'm talking about you- there's nothing more depressing than knowing that Group 82 has to regather our study again.

it's my parent's wedding anniversary today! I am not sure how long they've been together in their married life. I'll prolly ask at dinner. Oh to discover a love like theirs. It's nice to know that love is lovely and marriage tests that.

xoxo
c.

cat and research

yeah, go chase that mouse.

Darn research, we have 3 weeks to implement our study before the actual Oral Defense on Oct. 19. Time is ticking and we haven't even sent our letters nor have we gone to the BioEthics Committee. Oh dear...

xoxo
c.

mob

I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn`t met me yet. - Rodney Dangerfield

Oh college. A university as Canadians may say. Or is it the other way around? Ehehe. I'm no Canadian.

An inevitable part of our college life is research. When done individually is torture, when done with a group is a screaming mob with pitchforks and torches. But our mob has the following:

silly old crazy cock-a-doodle doo= GDR
a big loving mama with hugs = JRP
a big loving mama with a stick = GMS
the oblivious child= SPFY
our Maid Marian = QLV
the other Maid Marian = MLR
the tubby philosophical friar = JJP
crazy raggity widow = JTP
the run away sap = CMR
the trusty right hand man = EGA
the other oblivious child = CJM

the torch and pitchfork carrier = LMA

someone's burning their fingertips if things don't get done. and poor LMA is getting those 2nd degree burns on her right pinky. Oh why should the carrier be the one getting burned and at the same time carrying all the light and defense for the mob?

but they're one heck of a mob.
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and i meant that in a good way.


xoxo
c.