Taking classes like Structure and Function of Biochemistry makes me wonder why I decided to major in a science. Seriously. Could the name be any more boring? No. Could the class be anymore boring? Definitely not. My midterm is in two and a half hours, and I'm halfway through the lecture notes for the third time. It is turning my brain to mush. Do I care that phosphorylation of serine-14 disrupts an interaction between basic amino acids at the N-terminus? Fuck no.
I have a fairly large bruise on my shin from where Tony kicked me this weekend. He was trying to distract me from studying (if I fail, I blame him) and we ended up getting in a kicking fight. Real mature, I know. Sadly I would much rather be kicked by my boyfriend than study biochemistry.
Poor Tony really got screwed over this weekend. I got dinner, flowers, TCBY, two girlie movies and a pair of his pajama pants. He got kicked. I almost feel kind of bad for taking his pants. ALMOST. I'm actually surprised he gave them up with so little of a fight. I think it's because he didn't want to hear me bitching for the next three weeks about how he wouldn't give me the pants. Because I SO would have been annoying and brought it up like every other conversation. I'm annoying and immature like that.
So Maria has proposed an all-day drunkfest on St. Patty's day. I have to say that I'm intrigued and wonder if I can possibly last all day drinking when sometimes I can't even last a few hours. My tolerance has sure gone down from those good ol' high school days where I could drink twice a weekend, every weekend and be fine. Now it's like one cooler and I'm flat on my ass. Ah well, at least I don't spend that much money. haha.
I'M GOING TO NEW YORK!!!! HAHA!!! BITCHES!!!!! I'm so freaking excited to go! Going for five days with my mom and other people. And we're going to see Mary Poppins of all things. Odd. Ah well. I'm just excited to go shopping and see the Statue Of Liberty.
My mom said that she'd buy me a new pair of jeans to replace the ones that my fat ass ripped. I have been advised in my previous blog comments (from Emily) to keep wearing the jeans. Which I may do. Although the hole is in a slightly scandalous spot, but not too noticeable. It would be a shame if I wore them and then all of a sudden my entire ass was exposed. Although slightly amusing. I am now paranoid that ALL of my pants have holes in them and spent like an hour obsessively checking all my pants. No joke.
Fuzzy peaches, red bull and cheetos should NOT be allowed. uuuuugh.
Ok, back to studying. I needed a break from phrases like, 'glycogen phosphorylase', 'phosphoserine-binding domains' and anything to do with the cell cycle.
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