I can't recall if blogger allows for vulgar language, so we'll censor that. I'm about to head home from the lab to get in a quick game of MVP2005 (wow. That's the sentence most indicative that I am a male between the ages of 18 and 27 ever) but FIRST Jenna and I need to figure out graduate school things. We need to make this work, though I guess I'll deal if Jenna has to live somewhere else for a while. Other than that, I'm quite pleased with the idea of living in Evanston and doing chemistry at Northwestern. It should be quite worth my while.
This is fake. Why does this sound so f**k'n forced?