I'm going back to school!
It is my intention to study Medical Biotechnology & Molecular Biology. You see, I'm going to build livers and design a synthetic immune system. People who are sick should endeavour to survive untill after my graduation, so that I can save you with my genius. Those of you enjoying one of my new livers should consider that the enormity of a life debt could be waived in exchange for gratuitous sexual favours.
The Australian National University faculty for Biotechnology and Molecular Biology (read: genetic engineering) is called Bambi. Prepare for a whole slew of venison related humour, as I'm absolutely certain that my future lecturers will be singularly unimpressed by such things.
In other news, living with, or even near, my mother is intolerable. We saw "The Devil Wears Prada", and I don't think my mother understands how very much I identified with the aforementioned Devil. There is no single person on the face of the earth who speaks as slowly as my mother, or who feels the need to repeat themselves so many times before getting to the point, or even a new thought. I do not feel the need to listen to the any given sentance for more than ten minutes.
Ever.
So we're not talking now. Life is... trouble. I miss having a computer, it made any number of things considerably less frustrating. Those who feel the need to point out that I still own a computer should be reminded that very expensive ibooks with hoof imprints on their monitors no longer qualify.
It is my intention to study Medical Biotechnology & Molecular Biology. You see, I'm going to build livers and design a synthetic immune system. People who are sick should endeavour to survive untill after my graduation, so that I can save you with my genius. Those of you enjoying one of my new livers should consider that the enormity of a life debt could be waived in exchange for gratuitous sexual favours.
The Australian National University faculty for Biotechnology and Molecular Biology (read: genetic engineering) is called Bambi. Prepare for a whole slew of venison related humour, as I'm absolutely certain that my future lecturers will be singularly unimpressed by such things.
In other news, living with, or even near, my mother is intolerable. We saw "The Devil Wears Prada", and I don't think my mother understands how very much I identified with the aforementioned Devil. There is no single person on the face of the earth who speaks as slowly as my mother, or who feels the need to repeat themselves so many times before getting to the point, or even a new thought. I do not feel the need to listen to the any given sentance for more than ten minutes.
Ever.
So we're not talking now. Life is... trouble. I miss having a computer, it made any number of things considerably less frustrating. Those who feel the need to point out that I still own a computer should be reminded that very expensive ibooks with hoof imprints on their monitors no longer qualify.
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cairo:
eddie:
gosh, that really does suck. Parents are tough. What was it you were saying about moving across the country from her? Are you still in the same city? Well, I'm moving back to Vancouver soon, so if you ever want another Canadian adventure, I'm here for you.