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funny how when you go on vacation, you feel like everyone else is doing the same. like today, one of our fridges in my lab kitchen was empty and i thought to myself, "oh. no one is bringing in food because we're all going on break soon". but i guess not. so anyway, i'm taking off for dc and then heading out to barcelona for about a week. even thought most of you aren't also going on vacation, i hope you have a great 10 days! the lagoon will be back in action in august!
friday evening: as is customary, meisa did nothing friday nite. too tired from the work week to really go out, so she chilled and watched a bad anime movie
saturday: meisa finally found people to play clue with her...better yet, they played clue at ravinia! one thing to note, even in the summer, chicago is cold. while the heated game of clue kept temperatures up, when darkness fell, the chicago symphony orchestra was just not warming enough.
current and future: meisa is in the midst of preparing her first paper for publication. if all goes well, it will be sent out this week. and then meisa will hop on the plane eastbound for the glorious waters of the mediterranean.
note: meisa doesn't give any explanation for her choice of third person in this entry. those reading will just have to hope that it doesn't extend to the next few days.
it doesn't matter if you don't know him, just accept it...
max is the most awesome person ever.
i got to northwestern about 3 years ago and started my quest for a PhD. i entered the lab with almost negative knowledge about synthesis. max took me under his wing and taught me everything. he continues to be my mentor, my friend, and in many cases, like today, my savior. if it hadn't been for him, i would have quit long long ago. i truly can't thank him enough for everything he has done for me.
max, simply said, you kick ass.
for the past 6 years i've kept in my wallet a small piece of paper with a pact written out by myself and one of my best friends at the time, steven. it reads:
if i, steven killiany, win the lottery, i will give meisa khoshbin (or whatever her last name will be at that point) 5% of the total winnings (before taxes). if the winnings are 8 million dollars or over, i will also be willing to consider and for the most part agree to buying her whatever she wants.
signed: steven killiany, july 18th, 1998
we wrote out a similar one for him to keep with me promising him my winnings. we barely keep in touch any more, except for the occasional phone call. i wonder if he still has his. and i wonder if we'll hold each other to the promise if it ever becomes relavent. hmmm...will this piece of paper even hold up in court? who knows, but i'll keep carrying it around, just in case.
my...eyes...can't...stay...open...any...longer.
they have only the ability to be closed or to be staring at the clock.
madonna rules.
enough said.
oh wait, no. my concert shirt also rules.
now enough said.
my mom comes today. it seemed a silly visit since i'll be home in less than two weeks to fly off for vacation, but i just needed her to come. i needed to be mommed. hence, she is arriving this evening and we have nothing planned. except for her to come cook for me and peel me fruit and do all the other things that moms do. yay for mommy and yay for me getting spoiled this weekend!
you're a f***** grad student. jesus. what the f*** to these f***** guys want?
i've always loved to count, everything from the number of words on a page in my book to how many stairs i'm climbing to the number of letters in the longest word on the back of my shampoo bottle. but i honestly don't think i can count high enough to count the number of times the word f*** is used in my office. lovely place to work, huh?
just another sampling for those curious.
f***** baja fresh closed. i wish ____ liked f***** jimmy johns. now all we have left is f***** quiznos and chipotle.
f*** him. he's not coming with us.
last nite i completed my 3rd purse. it took two days of sewing time, but many more days and nites of thought. this time, i didn't use a pattern. i just made it up. it was like a puzzle trying to figure it all out, so much fun!. i had to leave lab early yesterday because i couldn't stop thinking about it and just had to work on it. and my hard work payed off! this one is a little more tote like, but not bad for my first non-patterned project. note the little cell phone pocket...a key component of any purse.
anyone interested in being touched for the very first time? we've got one madonna ticket freed up for this sunday. the only catch is that it's $100. let me know asap if you want the ticket or know anyone who might.
i realized just now that this month carries with it a blue moon. this pleases me to no end. the fact that i will be in barcelona when the blue moon happens makes it even better!
this has deserved a blog entry for quite awhile; i don't know why i haven't done it before.
the topic: short ruffly skirts
my stance: burn them all
elaboration: let us all think back to the 1980s. yes, i know it makes you shudder, but stay with me here. now, not all of the eighties were bad. there was madonna after all (yeah, baby, concert in 10 days!!!), and some fantastic music in general (who doesn't love a little karma chameleon?), but the clothes. oh the clothes. and the hairstyles. i longed to have my hair in a side ponytail, but just knew i wasn't cool enough to pull it off. what was i thinking?!?!?!?!?! it's a clothing era that i think we are all more than willing to forget, boys included...you did wear JAMS after all. anyway, to the point. some sicko in the fashion industry recently took a look back and decided that no, the eighties really did have cool clothes, and reintroduced the short ruffle skirt. so now millions of teeny bopper girls and older women (don't even get me started on them) are wearing these monstrosities. they make everyone look like sluts and, to put it nicely, they aren't terribly slimming...for anyone. if you wear these, i'm sorry, but don't. if you like these, i'm sorry, but you're a moron.