i smell like mice. a lot of them. *sigh* that's what happens if you spend more than two hours in the mouse house i guess. i am officially tired of scoring arthritic mice.

my cousin thought a certain assistant PI scientist didn't like me much for not choosing to work for him, but the guy actually came into my lab to tell me that i did a great job presenting yesterday--sweet! that felt really nice. i don't really like people hating me.

i had a great workout yesterday. why can't i remember how good i feel after a workout when i'm convincing myself to get off my lazy ass before a workout?

weekend's almost here. whew! and a three-day one at that! too bad my mom and little brother are ditching me all three days to go camping. and knowing amanda, she won't have time to hang out with her big sister either =( no love for chrispy. alas. i'm going to have to borrow/buy some trashy novels to read to make myself feel better if i'm all alone at home. they're my equivalent to chocolate--they don't do your body or mind any good, but feel oh-so-delicious going down. and hey, they improve your mood.