January 25, 2012
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Wrap up your questions, keep them down;
let the water lead us home.- Mumford & Sons, Home
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"Christa. You're skewing my data. I'm trying to run an experiment here."
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Not a single drop of sin, yet I know I'm going to wake up in two hours with a hangover. I'm done with my Chemistry courses for the rest of my college career, but somehow there was nothing quite as enthralling as spending countless hours in the middle of the night going over organic chemistry nomenclature.
I missed this. I missed my confidant.
He was the one that carried me through summer. I was fresh out of my break up, and he was the one that stayed at the library late with me, because I told him that I was saddest when I was home by myself. In the fall, I would lose him to fight the good fight of Boy Problems and Social Issues, but he was always the one that called me one of the bros. He will always be the one that took me under his wing when I confessed to him a lifetime ago that I had zero friends in the entire city of Merced.
I leaned against his white board as he taunted me that all of my cell cultures are doomed because I'm the one that's handling them, while I warned him that if he couldn't draw out ethyl acetate, I was going to sock him in the stomach. He taught me a valuable lesson: mac 'n' cheese tastes fantastic when mixed with sriracha sauce and ketchup. It is an important life value that I hope to apply to my own life in the very near future.
I've missed the absence of worry, and I got to sample it through the arguments over optimal abstract structure for our respective research conferences.
No stress, no heartbreaks, no complications, no overthinking, no wondering, just friendship and science.
Friendship and science.