emma su
why does snoop dogg carry a can of hairspray?
we learn. we pipette. we rave.
and it’s name is Rotch.
windows + happy looking architecture students + big tablesI study here during finals but I never realized what a great place it is for every day study.
agreed, except for when they flash the lights at you. those bastards.
this is the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.
it’s like “the island” meets modern biotech.
my robot, in foam form.
i plan on naming it “the mantis”
there is a plus side to every situation…
sad face: my 6.022 professor’s disgusting combover has fallen to one side
happy face: i am suddenly more appreciative of my deliciously bushy hair
sad face: this week’s sleep « sufficient
happy face: i’m drinking pete’s coffee
sad face: i’m doing this blog instead of paying attention
happy face: i’m sitting next to my little (hey gurl)
sad face: i have four psets due within 24 hours
happy face: arin and i might blow off work and go to Lion King tonight
sad face: i haven’t heard back from one of my interviews last week
happy face: i got a second interview with a company in boston that i really want to work for (cross your fingers for me!)
sad face: my urop advisor has made me start doing her bitch work
happy face: i now have an excuse to be bitchy :) also, i went behind her back and applied for another urop. take that.
sad face: i’m bad at blogging
happy face: i will get better since i am now doing a blog about what it’s like to be in 2.007 after the professor personally recommended me!
sad face: solidworks doesn’t work on my mac
happy face: i get to break into the 2.008 lab every week to use the computers. i feel sort of badass.
QUEST FOR THE AUNTIE SHIRT, take 1
My French aunt is pretty fabulous. She used to be a champion biker and cross-country skier and now lives in a quaint French town overlooking a vineyard. Apparently, she also shops at H&M. She’s 60.
Long story short, she decided she could no longer pull off this top so she gave it to me. Yes, I now share clothes with my a foreign woman three times my age. Even halfway around the world, it seems I’m destined to wear old lady clothes. Sigh. Anyway, the story improved when we happened upon another girl wearing the same shirt. Leah made me chase her down and awkwardly take pictures with her back. I am now on constant alert for any fellow H&M frequenter who happens to be wearing this little floral number. Stay tuned…
I used crushed ice from my lab’s cold room to make myself an iced mocha. This was done only after my advisor decided to store the gelato for my going-away party in the -20 degree cell freezer. What’s next? Perhaps measuring baking ingredients on the lab scale? Prolly not the best idea but a little BVA never hurt anyone.
