Omar: "I don't think there's anything wrong with the lower buffer if it was made by Mike. I trust anything made by Mike. Mike has never made anything that didn't work. And I'm not just kissing his ass because he's standing right in front of me."
Jarrod: "He's kissing his ass because it's so beautiful."

My last day hanging out with the high school seniors at Preuss. I'd thank them all by name if only I knew their names. Anyway, here's to my good friends for having math homework I didn't know how to do and letting me pretend to be in high school again!!!

10 minutes before my statistics midterm: "I am so ready for this thing. I've got my pen, 2 pencils, an eraser, ruler, my watch, scantron, bottle of gatorade, bag of oreos, change of clothes, extra shoes . . . where's my calculator?"

"The Padres are in First
The Padres are in First
Hi-Ho-Cherrio the Padres are in First!!"

Me: "You know, we have one less ticket than we need."
Mom: "Don't worry, we'll think of something when we get there."
We get there
Me: "Now what? Shouldn't we have figured something out a couple days ago instead of a few minutes before they ask for tickets?"
Random Girl Walking By Holding a Stack of Tickets: "Man, does anybody need any extra tickets?"

Congratulations to Big Sis on graduation!! I owe you much love, laughs, and corny jokes that mean nothing to everyone in the world but us.

Star Wars Episode III: Good stuff yo.

"I've been waiting for you Obi Wan, we meet again at last. The circle is now complete." -Darth Vader

"Man, Yoda is a pimp!" -random guy in movie theater

Damn, the Padres are the greatest thing since the Chargers.

Early Season Ode to the Padres
The Padres are the best
They'll surely win the west
D'backs, giants, and dodgers,
Are nothing to our mighty friars
Every game they cross home base
You know whose in first place!!!

Go Padres!!!!

One sentence summary of friday: Started the day with a psych experiment followed by a psych section for human sexuality where i saw qin qin and the TA kept asking me what I thought just cuz i was busy thinking to myself, afterwhich i stopped by my home away from home the hampton lab to transform 7 more of those beautiful hrd mutants, then met up with vic at his DVC booth and walked around to all the various sun god festivities where i got a burrito and a coconut smoothie that stephen chang thought was alcohol containing and we also saw jocelyn, followed by vic stealing a gatorade and us watching some martial artist peeps and then some funky band from seattle that kinda sucked except for when the hot girl in shorts started dancing in the fountain a couple feet in front of us who vic took a few pictures of (gotta send me those :P), afterwhich we headed over to marios place to play some dmc3 which was fun but we had to stop cuz mario wanted to go to the beach so i came along and met his fellowship again where we played some fun games including one where i held hands with eupheme (fun) and mario (not so fun . . . jk) and also ended up crawling around on the sand looking for someone's keys and had a bonfire, which in the end was pretty fun except that we didnt get to see ludacris.

Holy macaroni the Padres are so hot. Everyone with me now!! WORLD SERIES! WORLD SERIES! WORLD SERIES! Now just the girls! WORLD SERIES! WORLD SERIES! WORLD . . .

And the dodgers suck! Haha! DODGERS SUCK! DODGERS SUCK! DODGERS . . .

And I finally washed my car!!! WASHED MY CAR! WASHED MY CAR! WASHED . . .

Well, I cant believe we're already 3 weeks from the end of this great / fun / terrifying / exciting year. Then we'll be 3 years through college!!!

So you would think LAM (Life after MCAT) would be a breeze and a heeze, yet even with just 3 classes I feel like i only have a couple minutes more free time than before. It must be all that time spent with high school kids and hospital patients, not to mention those freakin hrd mutants that continue to haunt me even after i have heat shocked and transformed the heak out of their butt equivalents. Anyway, that also makes me realize that there are only a couple more weeks left for my time spent at the Hampton Lab. I'm obviously glad in a way to take a break away from all the stinky bacteria and fungus, but of course i kinda feel sad to be leaving the place i've gotten so used to over the past year and a half. Not to mention all the funny grad students i've gotten to know and love so much. Who else am I going to quote for funny jokes on my blog?? Kevin??? Well, actually . . .

Classes are about the same. Biochem tech is kinda fun just cuz its bio and thats what i do in my spare time anyway, plus you actually have time to do the experiments unlike some other hell labs (*cough* 6BL). Not to mention having a team of 3 to accomplish what only takes 1 bright person to do. So if you have 3 dimwits it adds up!! (haha). My lab peeps are pretty cool, so i've gotten to like the class (just not the lab writeups). Stats is boring, but the prof is relatively funny. Human Sexuality really is the funniest class ever. Well, maybe randy was funnier . . . but then again he was talking about succinate dehydrogenase as opposed to the value of ordering hotel room porn.

All in all, things are good, looking up, feeling bright, seeming light, keeping tight, and still the same old path through a dense forrest with way too many monkeys.

Really Random Post:

Go Trevor Hoffman!! And the Padres!!! See, I told you they'd be good, didn't I? But you didn't believe me. Ha.

In the continuing adventure that is applying to med school, here's me asking randy for a letter of rec.
Mike: Hey Randy. I'm planning on applying to med school, so I was wondering if you'd . . .
Randy: (grabs envelope out of my hand). Yes! Yes of course! I shall write you a bitchin letter of rec. But you'll have to remind me to do it, so harass me. Harass me! HA-RASS!!

Hanging out with the high schoolers at Preuss is getting to be kinda fun. They're actually a relatively smart bunch, and the other day I was reading over some of their required 10 page essays and discovered that the most popular topic for girls to write about were depression and obesity. Guys liked writing about such issues as college athletes, the history of hip hop, and something about Aztec gangs. Anyway, my enjoyment is probably due to my sub conscious desire to be a kid again (Freud!), so now I'm actually wondering would it would be like to be a kid doctor. Scary.

Me 2 months ago: "Yes!! All done with my proteasome classification of these god forsaken hrd mutants, so no more transformations with that freakin CPY stuff!!"
Brian 2 days ago: "Here Mike, why dont you transform these 32 strains I unfroze. Got to get as much out of you before the quarter's over!"

The key to life from someone who can't even figure out his own life and probably isn't quailifed to give psychiatric care to his own dog: Watch Lizzie Mcguire, 6:00 everyday on the Disney Channel. Yes, its a show targeting 12 year old girls, but at heart it was really about the stuff that everyone goes through, not just middle school or high schoolers. Having problems trusting a close friend, disagreeing with a parent, trying to get someone to like you, wishing you were someone else, feeling like you'll never be good at anything . . . are these not the universal themes that we all go through, even well past graduation? Of course they are, and the show does a cute and efficient job of solving all of life's problems by teaching just a few lessons; 1. Have really good friends cuz they're the ones that'll save you every other episode, 2. Sometimes things dont work out and you just have to move on, 3. Oftentimes the best things in life are right next to you. Now, could Dr. Phil come up with better keys to life??

Renee: Mike, how are you? How's it going? Can I ask you a favor? A really big favor? And you can say no if you want.
Mike's Head: Oh great. She's going to ask me to stay overnight till 6 in the morning watching her yeast grow just because I'm an undergrad and graduate students always take advantage of us to get their experiments to work.
Renee: Can I borrow that bottle of YPD when you're done?

Mom: (rustling through papers) Michael!! Why didn't you tell me!??
Mike's Head: Shoot. She's gotten my bank statement and I'm bankrupt. Or she finally got my ochem grades. Or she found out I'm taking human sexuality.
Mom: (turns on TV) I've already missed 15 minutes of American Idol!

Happy May!!!

Ok, so BIBC 103 is still better than Chem 6BL, but these lab reports are getting to be a pain. Life was supposed to be easy after the MCAT!