I always had a hunch I was crazy. People have even called me that (jokingly, of course), and so it was easy for me to just “live up” to that. Last night, I realized that I most definitely am crazy.
Next semester, when my master’s thesis will officially start, I’ll be doing one mini, taking two extra internet-based courses and work part time in the lab. This will be super-interesting. I really have no idea how I’m going to pull this curriculum off. I told the Dutchman all about it last night, and he agrees: I am crazy.
In other news, I think I’ll ditch one mini (the one involving data-input). Last week, I was asked to help out at the Drosophila lab where I did my BSc, and I said yes to it. I wouldn’t mind doing the data-input, if it wasn’t for the fact that it took 2.5 weeks for the responsible student to reply an e-mail. That was definitely a turn-off. I’ll just stick to my thesis, my paid lab-assistant job and work on the flies again.
I know I didn’t update the past few days, and it feels like I have a million things to tell you guys. One thing, is that Zoe turns 2 this Sunday. I keep thinking where time has gone. 2 years just flashed by, and she’s still this little bundle of joy. I have yet to order a cake and buy her a gift. I really don’t know what to buy her. She loves Hello Kitty (her parents don’t really share this passion, but we encourage it because it makes her happy), and I want to buy her a huge Hello Kitty doll. Problem is only that it won’t be here before Sunday. I guess that it will have to be her Christmas gift instead. One day, I’ll take her to that Hello Kitty airport. I bet she’ll never want to leave, haha.
I also started watching a Japanese drama series, 1 litre of tears (1 Rittoru no namida). I don’t know why I’m watching it again. I’ve seen it so many times, but every time I watch it, it gets to me. It’s about a 15-year old girl that is diagnosed with a degenerative neurological disease and how she struggles to make the best of every day. I probably got 10 minutes into the first episode before I was crying rivers, haha. It’s that good. I don’t want to admit it, but it is a lot more exhausting to watch it as a parent, emotionally that is. I mean, how do you tell your 15-year old that she’s dying? But the soundtrack is great, not that it really helps stopping the tears from coming. Damn ninjas, cutting unions everywhere.
I didn’t intend to make this post this long, but I wanted to share all the stuff from the past week. Generally, I’m doing pretty good,
except that my aunts failed to tell me my god-mother died last week. Write you soon :)
//c_Cae; don’t let anything take away a smile from your face, it’s the prettiest thing you can ever wear.