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My very dusty and very affectionate cat. An old man who followed me around my favorite place on my parents property.



You know those showers that you take that are not necessary but you hop in the shower because the weather has changed from summer to fall and you aren't quite physically ready to adapt so you hop into a steamy shower and end up lingering too long for it to be economically correct?
Well I did that in ended up standing/spinning underneath my rain-impostor-shower head for nearly forty minutes and these were my thoughts:

- Dust may just be the most offensive and lonely matter to exist. It is an ever yielding reminder that time is simply slipping away and the more time goes on the less you have to participate in the actions you love. For instance the dust that collects on an unused piano. A piano that you used to play with every passing but now one is simply too busy to take a seat and relinquish your favorite chords.
Or the dust that collects on top of the book on my night stand. A book that whenever I do raid I take out 100 pages but cannot find the time to consistently pillage.
As dust collects with certainty as it does on every surface it reminds one that they do not even have the time to clean (nor do they want to IF they have time) and they are not fiscally prepared to hire a professional cleaner to dust for them.
Dust can even be offensive to the object it collects upon. That poor object has to be reminded that it is unused as the particles slowly form their film across the top.
Dust can be assumed to be lonely itself, its the reject of all particles hated by many. Seen as a plague bringer, a statement subject to judgment.
Or dust is boastful of its renegade status. Maybe there is one specific dust particle, that one to first lay its statement on the surface that calls the other dust particles to arms for assistance in its crusade. Maybe the dust particles are trying to help us, screaming at us with their collective, non discrete layer to get up and DO what we want to and take the extra time to pick up that book, slap those bass strings, take a picture, or to finish that project.
It is too hard to tell but it may just be that dust is either our sorry reminder of the time we have lost or our herald reminder of the things we love going unused.





I have to work on o-chem all this week in order to catch up before the big test and manage to write a lab report for fridays o-chem lab and create my pre-lab/prepare myself for tomorrows cellular lab (a continuation of last week). Furthermore I am so far and deep into a physics black hole of not doing any of my homework that I just pray there is not an exam next week so I can focus on catching up in O-chem. I would really rather climb back into my warm bed or lie outside on the hot cement next to my dog Arty who is really selling the moment. Also, I need new peddle for my road bike.

Alas Fall is most definitely here and I am too cold.

So much to do, I guess this is why dust collects.



Nothing cozier than a cat on your chest.

Splicesomes and other important enzymes

This weekend has been a mental marathon. My first exam for Cellular and Molecular Biology is tomorrow at 2:00pm. Yesterday was a renaissance of proteins and enzymes dancing around my head as they organized themselves for such processes as DNA synthesis, transcription, and translation. I am a rather tedious learner. I will spend up to and even more than an hour learning every single aspect of a topic that others may spend approximately ten minutes on. I have this deep insecurity surrounding my intelligence. I am the student who even though has kept themselves two steps ahead of their professors lectures and raises their hand to answer every question proposed will still cram all weekend even though I practically have all of the subjects down and have seen them three times prior to the study grind.
I just really want my professor to think I am smart. I want my parents to think I am smart.I want my friends to think I am smart. I think this deep needle in my spine is rooted from my parents always boasting about my older brothers "intelligence". They still say "oh Ryan is so smart" and go on about it even though he is 25 and still hasn't finished college because he could never make up his mind on a major. Here I am, incredibly studious and a biology/pre-med major and Ryan still gets all of the credit.

Often when I am home, studying all day. I like to dress up in incredibly theatrical outfits that I wouldn't dare wear in public because they are such period pieces. I find these numbers in thrift stores. The one I am wearing now is a cream colored tunic dress that is fit for a 1940's safari. By wearing these outfits my mental endeavors do not seem so ordinary.

Saturday: