Happy Fourth of July!
Okay, it appears that my last update was about my move to New Orleans. Wow, I’ve been pretty absent. So to start, I’ll share with all of you what I’ve been up to since I moved into town.
I have a confession. The sort of confession that will render me forever a nerd in your eyes. I am in love with Microbe Invader. Before you judge, give me a chance to explain myself.
The best way to describe the game is: Pokemon for microbiologists. Your character is a medical student new to the Infectious Disease team. Under the tutelage of Dr. Taylor, your attending, your character makes efforts to diagnose patients and treat their infectious diseases.
Sharon Pizzabreath (I love the names!) is fighting an E. coli infection. With the assistance of pharmaceuticals, your character is able to treat the diseases and earn badges. Honestly, it’s a really cool game and it is sucking up a large chunk of my time–thank goodness it’s summer!
The world of microbiology is quite beautiful, but I may be biased because I find infectious diseases extremely fascinated. Nonetheless, the game is extremely informative–perhaps good preparation for Step 1?–but it’s actually a lot of fun. Perhaps too much fun. Seriously, I need to dial back. Try it out and let me know what you think in the comment box below.
Now that the thesis deadline, Dean’s Date debacle, and the thesis defense have come to pass, I feel a lot like my academic responsibilities have come to close. This is a bit problematic because I do have a final next Wednesday–why does this feel like a formality rather than a test–but now that the hustle and bustle have slowed down, I am looking toward summer. Summer means: soaking up the sun, lounging around pools, and the adorable summer attire. A summer staple (you guessed it!) is the swimsuit. For many women, the advance of swimsuit season means: (1) re-evaluation of their swimsuit collections and (2) more frequent gym visits. For some, re-evaluation leads to outlet/mall visits in hopes of procuring the perfect (read: inexpensive, unique, and flattering) swimsuit for the summer. This is a no easy task.
I have mentioned earlier that I have been feeling extremely grown up this summer. I go to work. I make food. I wear real pajamas (that’s a grown up thing, right?). I do laundry in a machine that does not necessitate the use of coins. I hang out with my friends upon occasion, but very rarely. I spend a lot of time at the dinner table, chatting with Jasmine and Sierra a la Friends. During one of our conversations, we decided that we should have a dinner party which became a tapas party (Tapas con Hapas or what Sierra suggested: Tapas con Hip-Hapas) which became what we ultimately called the Madison Mixer.
Is there anything more grown up?