It is finished.

Yup, that's right. I am finally done with my winter quarter finals. It feels pretty darn good. *pause...enjoying the moment* yeah, that feels good.

Studying for today's Latin exam was surprising stressful!!! There were times when I wanted to just...you know that feeling. ugh. I'm glad that's over with.

If I was a normal person, at this moment I would be saying, "Spring Break! Here, I come!" But no. It's more like, "MCATs! Here I come." This time, I'm not going to let it defeat me. But that's a whole other different topic.

I stopped by my lab after finishing up my final. Guido seemed really excited because he has new plans for me on a new COX-2 project. Sounds good, I can't wait. 

One down. One to go!!! Woohoo! I am so pumped! Not really, I'm actually pretty tired...that final sucked all the energy out of me. Glad that's done with.

In my quest of figuring what I should do for an entire year, here are the options I have thus far:

1. Teach Latin! (maybe at a private school or something)...substitute teacher?

2. Tutor

3.Pharmacy Technician

4.Lab Junkie

5.Find an internship job

6. Become a professional bum =)

Any other suggestions? I'm afraid that I'll end up doing option 6...

I'm kind of on a roll here.

I'm trying to complete a Latin minor. Who knows why? I don't even know why.Why? I have to take two latin courses next quarter and I am dreading it with a passion. Some may wonder, what's the big deal? Two Latin courses? piece of cake, kid's play. whatever. It's more like a piece of liver and onions...hard to digest (not really...but i'm trying to make a point). And so, I'm just complaining because nobody feels the depth of my plight,except good old xanga.

What's more, I'm probably complaining about Latin because I'm currently working on my Latin hw, which is taking FOREVER!!! Forever being 2 hours, but still. How do you translate "from the 2nd to the fourth hour of the night?" I have no idea. This class is a prose/composition class and we have to be exact. That's right all the little nuances and itsy-bitsy stuff that you thought didn't matter comes and creeps up on you like a monster and it keeps on chasing you until you have all that grammar down like the back of your hand. And you're waking up from nightmares screaming stuff like, "oderint, dum metuant!" Anyways, I'm just bitter. The one good thing I will take away from this class is this quote, "Let them hate, so long as they fear." Spoken like a true politician.

I've been thinking about teaching Latin during my year off...maybe at a private school. You might be a bit bewildered about this...considering all that I've said, but Latin and I have a love/hate relationship. Latin doesn't treat me too well, but I keep on coming back for more. I think Latin is useless and I slander it's name, but in the end we reconcile our differences. I'm really killing this analogy, so I'll stop.

I remember snooping through my little brother's journal when he was in elementary school. He would start off every journal entry with, "Today was a good day." And on some ocassions, he would write, "Today was an ok day." And on those rare days, he would write, "Today was a bad day."

Today was a good day. I went to lab and we watched rats copulate...but that wasn't why my day was good. That kind of made my day gross. But anyways, I went back home afterwards with Aria and we ate lunch and watched part of Hitch ...that movie is so funny...I love Albert's dance moves with the ear waxing and throwing the q-tip away. But mainly, today was good because I didn't trap myself in the library and force myself to hours of misery and depression. Instead, I hung out with my beloved roommates and watched lots of TV!

I can't really think of anything interesting to write about, so I'll stop here.

It's been a few years and life has changed since then.