Melissa. 21. This blog is as eclectic as my tastes are so don't expect me to have a theme in the things I post/reblog. I'm addicted to Grey's Anatomy, Steelers football, New Jersey Devils Hockey, Parks and Rec, pokemon, Ryan Gosling, Aubrey Plaza, blink-182, Neutral Milk Hotel, Orange is the New Black, Matt and Kim, comic books, and working out.
I hope if I DO end up needing a backup plan for next year (which let’s be honest, I probably will) that the lab that’s right up my alley in terms of research topics I found by my house will hire me to be a tech/assistant because I’m really liking lab work so far. Oddly enough, I enjoy the monotony of it. I’d make a great lil factory worker somewhere probably, I don’t mind doing the same thing over and over and over. Also I’d get paid instead of paying someone else to get a master’s so that’s nice for saving up money for applications/school itself instead of getting into debt before med school even happens.
You’re not my first love but you’re
the first I’ve loved like this. I
wonder if everything before you
was just practice, like stretching
my arms out so I could hold you
better. You’re like a song I’ve
heard before, but never at full
volume; you’re the end chorus
with all the instruments in.
Things I despise: people talking about stuff related to the test right up until the minute the teacher passes the test out. Have people never heard the whole bit about it taking about an hour for something to stick into your memory (ie you should definitely stop studying an hour before so you don’t screw it up) or
I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”