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I completely sacked up Thursday, writing 6 hours worth of final exams which fried my brain to dust and then writing an essay for 10 hours straight, all on 4 hours sleep. Add in travel time and waiting around for exams to start and that equates to about 20 hours of work on 4 hours sleep. I was fueled by coffee, gatorade and ramen so obviously now I'm sick. Supposed to go out tonight but I still have three more finals to study for, AND I quick drinking. Let's see how long that lasts for :rolleyes:

Me too! I think everyone has done this at least once! In Kindergarten, I kept calling my teacher the PE teacher. I would be put in timeout alot... :rolleyes: My new favourite poster :mrgreen: Not too long ago I caught a cute girl's eye, who then caught my eye, and we had one of those connection moments romantic people get as we sat on the train just looking at each other. Then she got up to get off at one of the first spots so I scrambled and was about to ask her for her number when I noticed the skirt she was wearing. It was her high school uniform. I went from "Hey... I noticed you...," to "uhhh nvm" and had to switch carts cause I didn't want to get profiled by an undercover agent or something.

2 finals tomorrow and 3k-5k word essay due Friday. I got my ramen noodles, Monster, coffee and girl decided she doesn't want to talk to me about her problems. LETS DO THIS!

Blackout drunk last night. It's 7pm and I've only stabilized just now.

What the [bleep]! Under 25's here have to pay something like $500, mines costing me $530 and its a freaking old 1992 car! OGAWD I HATE YOU AUSTRALIA. 73 * 12 = 876$ per year Someone I kinda know got awarded a Rhodes scholarship. I know him from the professor he works with, and seemed to be a pretty good guy, didn't know he was that good of a guy :mrgreen: . It gave myself and a couple of other nerds I speak to at school a huge boost of confidence - work work work time! EDIT: Also, I lend this girl a freaking 200$ book for the semester, and she won't even get off her ass to look up something in the appendix for me. I don't like people who think they are entitled to things but... it's been 10 hours since I've asked her and it's my goddamn [bleep]ing book and I need the information for tomorrow morning :wall:

Quoted for truth, It's a major reason I feel like shit often, when Im just hanging with friends I forget about everything, even if its hanging in a game and chatting while gaming. It' makes me forget everything else. Eh, I dunno. I have friends that I don't feel like killing myself when they're with me, so I have patience when I'm in other situations. 3AM and still awake. The lack of sleep this past month can't be good for my body.. I even screwed up my presentation in front of my old supervisor this morning, which I never do. I was up there talking to the class, and all I could think about was... you guessed it! It's balogna, I need my logic to function.

Just invite her to the next one. Buy a case of her favourite drink, tell her that you got it just for her, and that you want her there.

Turns out I can't go to clubs anymore. Wait, a little back story first: [hide=Here's my little heart-to-heart with you guys. It's probably going to be the only one, which is why it's so long. Don't bother reading it if you're strapped for time. it's not like I want advice either, so don't bother replying.] I've been really depressed lately. It's woman-related, and I won't go into details because hey it's the internet. All I wanna say is that it's not just a little ego butthurt like I get with most women, this was a full blown mind-[bleep] and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'd analyze my situation over and over, trying to fit the pieces together, literally spending days in bed putting myself in her shoes trying to figure it out. But I never got an answer or help, and I fell in despair. I still kinda am. Now, I've been depressed once before believe it or not. Transitioning from high school to college was really hard on me, and I had my soon-to-be-doctor/pediatrician brother's shoes to fill in. The workload was too much for me, and I just sank into my own brain trying to figure out why I'm in this situation and how I'll never get out. The same despair as I'm feeling now, just a different, more physical cause. I'd wake up on a midterm morning and just sit in my backyard, sometimes freezing. I wouldn't even respond to my parents when they got up to go to work or come back home later that day, and I'm pretty sure I remember not even hearing them I was so deep. My chemistry teacher even told me to drop his class because I was going to fail, and this is before my grades started slipping. I didn't even want to go out with friends or drink my sorrows away or anything - I was so physically and emotionally drained that I just slept or sat on my ass doing nothing for days. Then finally, like any good mother would do, I got forced to get evaluated. Turns out my situation was pretty common and was suggested to drop a course. At the end of the first and only session, when I told the doctor about what's expected of me and how my social life was at the time, she told me to drop two. And so I did. I no longer had to wake up at 5am in the morning and get home at 5pm (my school was far), and even though I didn't get a day off during the regular week the extra sleep alone helped be resurface. My father stopped getting angry at me when I left a sock on the couch or forgot to bring a dish from my room to the kitchen (well he still did, he just took Nazi-dad and became Jailguard-dad), my mother stopped saying "you could do better" when I showed her >80>90% exam grades and my brother stopped being condescending when I asked him for help. And that's all it took. A signed paper from a psychiatrist allowing me to drop two courses past the deadline and a more lenient family. No drugs thankfully, just knowing that the people around me were willing to change their attitudes to accommodate my sorry ass was enough to kick me back into shape. Fast forward past the college years, the parties, the ladies, the friends, the part time jobs, life is alright. Then I meet this girl, and I fall head over heels for her. I start thinking life can actually be worth living. Cause even though I'm an all around happy guy, it's just the attitude I'm forced to exude if I'm not gonna alienate all those around me. I honestly felt like the only purpose of my life was to take all the advantages I've been given since I was born and do something good with them, such as helping science cure some disease that affects third world countries, for example. Not that I think I'll succeed, but knowing that I'm not wasting all this leg-ups, that I'm putting it towards something that'll benefit those who I think deserve it way more, allows me to not feel like a useless sac of shit. That's just my view on life. So anyways, this girl made me feel incredible ect ect. life is good. Fast forward again to Monday and it all goes to hell in a handbasket. Again, I'd go into details, but I know myself well enough that if I write it out right now it'll just get worse. The point is, I have the exact same feeling of despair as I did four years ago. I sleep 14 hours on weekends just to wake up and think, in bed. I'm not eating. Nothing is fun. Back to the club situation finally. I guess its my new pessimistic scope on life, but holy [bleep] clubs reek of desperation. I noticed it before obviously, every club has a couple dudes all tighten up sipping on their fruit drinks. But last night everyone looked desperate to me. From sitting at the bar to standing outside smoking to dancing in front of my beautifully shaped friend bouncing her [bleep] in front of me - everyone was just... desperate. The only person who didn't look like they were living sad lives was the big scary bouncer, but that's only because I couldn't read his face probably because he killed like twenty dudes. Girls at the club would talk to me and I would put up a smiley face and act interested in their garbage, cause even though some of them were stunning gorgeous all I could think about was her. The saddest part is that I intentionally starting dancing/talking with one girl because she was the same height and shape as the heartbreaker, just so I could hug her and pretend. [/hide] All this to say, I'm drowning in despair and it's not helping the fact that I have assignments due tomorrow.

Well, thats it for me and love. First 2 times didn't go so well, thought 3rd time would be the charm, turns out every woman is a crazy hoe. Back to not-giving-a-[bleep] mode for this guy!

Like every year, it has taken me around ~20 days to finally grow a distinguishable moustache. Now I look like a child rapist #-o

:thumbup: Kinda disappointed about the highlighting though :( Guess I'm re-writing notes for Geography then. Hahahah, I saw through highlighters back in primary school. I'm glad I was such a perceptive kid on these types of things :) The best alternative to highlighting is to underline whatever it is you want to emphasize and write a note to yourself in the margin next to it. A point the article didn't make was to not share your grades with people. It may sound dumb, but when you save lots of time, hassle and unwanted competition when you just keep it to yourself. I see people spend more time calculating their current weighted average than studying for a test (ok I'm exaggerating but still).

That's awesome Doomy, congrats :) I have to get on my prof's ass about what type of project I'll be doing in the lab this summer so that I can apply for an NSERC, but I'm pretty intimidated by the guy in the sense that I know professors hate being annoyed by undergrads and I don't wanna do that. Also, I feel like if I can think up something really cool he'll probably let me do it so I'm letting my brain percolate on the matter for a bit still.

Almost everywhere I know doesn't pay you on your first paycheck day and instead gives you double on next payday or whenever they finally get the cheque. Whyyyyy would you spend all that money when this has happened many times before... not even retarded kids pet the dog again after its bitten their hand.

I tried this once. ONCE. I hated myself far too much in the morning to do it again to myself. Oh okay then haha. :P It's the only possible way to get me up, so for me its great. I'm getting 5 hours sleep TOPS per day and I'm pretty sure its woman-related. Oh well, I guess thats life right? </3

You're completely right. But the most useful goal to strive towards in stem cell research is to revert undifferentiable adult cells into stem cells to eliminate any organ/blood rejection. I feel like we shouldn't need a source of stem cells that we would be dependent on, like how we now have cDNA banks for all sorts of genes so that we don't have to grow or keep a steady strain of cells alive for research. I really don't feel like all researchers "need" pluripotent stems cells just yet - we don't even know all the factors that initiate Mitosis in regular (and cancer) cells. Umbilical cord blood is categorized as adult stem cells. It contains multipotent Hematopoietic stem cells, which can generate any type of blood cell. Instead of using pluripotent stem cells for research, scientists can tease away the special characters of multipotent cells to discover what makes them able to differentiate into multiple types of cells. Like how we use baker's yeast to study the genetics of humans or study rats and mice in human psychology.

To be a human being is to have human rights. The issue debated when it comes to abortion is when that personhood begins. Many legislation stating that personhood begins at conception is shot down because people can't sift through their morality to pin down a definition. Assume they have no rights. It is a hypothetical situation, and we could fix laws to accommodate this situation. We've got to entirely take the "human" out of the equation then. If we could take the organs from farm animals and put them into humans then the only people I think who would have a problem with this would be PETA. Which is exactly my point. Who decides they aren't human? What makes them not human? P.S. if your train of thought starts with "we could do what the Nazis did except this time..." then you're probably going down an unethical path.

...we can use umbilical cord blood for stem cell research, guys. Nobody is justifying abortion, stop being pinheads (by bringing it up). I'm pretty sure the only place that ever had stem cell research banned was in the U.S., and Obama lifted that ban since stem cells are so powerful.

What exactly is it you study anyway, Genetic research? I'm doing an undergrad in Biology, so I can do research in fields from molecular biology to ecology to biochemistry to genomics to cell biology ect ect. I WANT TO STUDY YOUR STUDY You in cegep yet?

This raises an entire plethora of questions for me. Yeah... I'm sort of a Klepto... Which is probably why I'm a hoarder and hate it when people touch my stuff. Why would you want a dead cat..?

What exactly is it you study anyway, Genetic research? I'm doing an undergrad in Biology, so I can do research in fields from molecular biology to ecology to biochemistry to genomics to cell biology ect ect.

If all goes well, I'll be doing research with the co-founder of one of the biggest genomics research centers in Montreal (and getting paid to do so, and getting class credits to do so). Woooohoooo

Ok, you people are responsible for letting me know if my attitude on this is pompous/elitist/knowitall: I [bleep]ing hate it when lab partners constantly ask me questions in the lab, and after I explain them the solution they go check my work with the teacher assistants. I'll add that in the case of a procedure (like, for how long do we stir the solution mix) then sure it's fine, I don't want the procedure being messed up and the TAs have more experience than me for those kinds of things. In fact, I don't even think I'd answer my lab partners question if it was something like that. Anyway, these freaking lab partners of mine, ask me simple [bleep]ing questions that they can figure out themselves if they just bothered to think for a second and actually read the question. What really ticks me off is that after my explanations, they go off and ask the TAs if "their" answer is right (and it is, it always is, because I get them from the material provided right in front of us)! [bleep] my ass it boils my blood. I've only had 2 lab partners in my whole schooling career that, when they ask me questions, they assume that whats coming out of my mouth isn't a stream of shit and if its something crucial, they'll go to the TA directly. [bleep], if these people would just copy what I've written down already, I would save so much goddamn time.

Just finished watching the season finale of season 4 and holy mother [bleep], that was amazing. Both the last phone call and the final camera shot left me with my mouth open hahaahah.

I was put in charge of giving out candy for a total of 10 minutes and I got these little snot nosed jerks who didn't even thank me when I grabbed handfuls of candy and toss it in their stupid bags. It was good candy, and I was giving out 10+ to each and they just ran off. Shouldve ran them over with my car now that I think about it.

Take one of Boston at the bottom East... feels nice especially since the Habs put them there :) Holy [bleep] I love Eller <3<3<3