Can I please have my coffee and cigarette first...

...before this day gets any worse?! Seriously, I think the Gods and their secretary Karma are mad at me for creating this superficial blog because this day is a mess. So, I force myself out of bed this morning on a foggy morning and a freezing room (as I like to sleep with a window open) only to get stuck in traffic on the 405 and late for my physiology lab that starts at 9. Of course, the Australian hag decides to criticize me for just about the same duration as my lateness. So I stand there attempting to actually care, but with little success, about what her Melbourne accent has to say, and just as your well trained canary would, I repeat the same apologetic sentence in a manner that would actually make it sound legitimate. After the long 2 hours of conducting experiments, which are hardly worth my $3k quarterly tuition, I get that midterm back that I have been trying to erase from my head for the past 7 days. Needless to say, the stapled inked up packet is currently residing in my Y-3 bag where it will stayed quarantined until I get my hands on Neuro "Bliss" again (read previous post). An hour later, I decide to make my great comeback to German class, whose previous 2 sessions I have missed because I believe that 2 hours of DAT studying will do much better for my career than drawing pictures of German fairy tales that serve no purpose in my world. Of course, I completely missed the whole non-existent speech from the TA that our poster presentation was supposed to be SIMPLE, rather than analogous to German Wikipedia, so I ditched the class early in order to save myself unnecessary questions as to what half of my sentences mean, which I myself do not know. So, to make a long story short, I have finally had my two items of serenity, and my mood is escalating up just like the stock market. Also on the bright side, I got an A on AIDS fundamentals midterm, so I guess I am an STD whiz (and no, I do not have any in case you're wondering). So my dear readers, don't let things get you down and just repeat to yourself, "who does that bitch think she is?!"