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Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement. My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning. Lisa winced, holding her hand up, as if to block the sun, “You never smile in the morning.” “And she’s humming,” Sunny observed. “I’m not,” I started, then after a pause I amended, “yeah, I guess I was.” I’m not just happy, I’m some new kind of happy. It’s been too long. I’m swinging a school’s-out, pre-Christmas, free iced-latte vibe. I’ve been on the busiest stretch, clearing my schedule. I have to define my thesis this semester. Argh! But I’m ready for some bf fun. I’ve changed my sheets, hidden the general mess and God, even vacuumed. That’s very un-university-like behavior - believe me. As down as I was last Friday night, from tanking that quiz, that’s how up I am now. Speaking of that quiz, the only way to deal with a fret is to exorcize it, defeat it, vanquish it. I stalked the TA after class last Tuesday, finally cornering him, like a wounded animal at his desk. “I tanked last week’s quiz,” I admitted, which sounded way more whiny out loud than it did in my head. “Vionet, right?” He’d asked rhetorically, already clicking his keyboard to bring up the grade sheet. “Are there any extra cred..” I began. “You got an 88,” he interrupted me. “Yeah, but,” I’d begun again “That’s a B,” he’d deadpanned in a low, ‘why do I have to talk to idiots,’ voice. “Yeah, but,” I’d began freshly, only to be re-interrupted. “A weekly quiz,” he’d said, “like a hundredth of your grade.” “A B,” I began, shaking my head side to side in a ‘no’ way, but I’d smiled ingratiatingly too - I was going to win this guy over. “You’re way too tightly wound,” he’d snarked, insensitively. I opened my mouth to speak again when he said “OUT,” twisting his head to nod towards the door. “You don’t,” I began, only to have him give me a teen-like, wide-eyed look as he nodded again at the door. So, I flounced out, giving a silent voice to my indignation. Bureaucracies. . . Songs for this: Take Off Ur Pants by Indigo De Souza Kool Thing by Sonic Youth . . Our cast Peter, (My bf), is a bearded, 27-year-old from the sage hills of Malibu, California. He’s 6’1, too thin, his jet-black hair is perpetually uncombed, and his skin is pale from over exposure to fluorescent lighting. He earned his PhD in Applied Physics last year and now he works for CERN in Geneva. He’s smart, quiet, awkward and he can be too serious. I’m unreasonably cRaZy about this guy. Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and Manhattanite ‘glamor girl’ (who’d bristle at that description but it’s hundo-p true.) who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major. Leong, (roommate) 21, a ‘molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major.’ is from Macau, China - the Las Vegas of Asia and she’s a proud communist (don’t knock it til you’ve tried it). Growing up, I lived in Shenzhen China (about 30 miles from Macau) we both speak Cantonese and we're able to talk a lot of secret trash together. Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady. Your author, a simple country girl from Athens, Georgia is a (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.

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Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement. My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning. Lisa winced, holding her hand up, as if to block the sun, “You never smile in the morning.” “And she’s humming,” Sunny observed. “I’m not,” I started, then after a pause I amended, “yeah, I guess I was.” I’m not just happy, I’m some new kind of happy. It’s been too long. I’m swinging a school’s-out, pre-Christmas, free iced-latte vibe. I’ve been on the busiest stretch, clearing my schedule. I have to define my thesis this semester. Argh! But I’m ready for some bf fun. I’ve changed my sheets, hidden the general mess and God, even vacuumed. That’s very un-university-like behavior - believe me. As down as I was last Friday night, from tanking that quiz, that’s how up I am now. Speaking of that quiz, the only way to deal with a fret is to exorcize it, defeat it, vanquish it. I stalked the TA after class last Tuesday, finally cornering him, like a wounded animal at his desk. “I tanked last week’s quiz,” I admitted, which sounded way more whiny out loud than it did in my head. “Vionet, right?” He’d asked rhetorically, already clicking his keyboard to bring up the grade sheet. “Are there any extra cred..” I began. “You got an 88,” he interrupted me. “Yeah, but,” I’d begun again “That’s a B,” he’d deadpanned in a low, ‘why do I have to talk to idiots,’ voice. “Yeah, but,” I’d began freshly, only to be re-interrupted. “A weekly quiz,” he’d said, “like a hundredth of your grade.” “A B,” I began, shaking my head side to side in a ‘no’ way, but I’d smiled ingratiatingly too - I was going to win this guy over. “You’re way too tightly wound,” he’d snarked, insensitively. I opened my mouth to speak again when he said “OUT,” twisting his head to nod towards the door. “You don’t,” I began, only to have him give me a teen-like, wide-eyed look as he nodded again at the door. So, I flounced out, giving a silent voice to my indignation. Bureaucracies. . . Songs for this: Take Off Ur Pants by Indigo De Souza Kool Thing by Sonic Youth . . Our cast Peter, (My bf), is a bearded, 27-year-old from the sage hills of Malibu, California. He’s 6’1, too thin, his jet-black hair is perpetually uncombed, and his skin is pale from over exposure to fluorescent lighting. He earned his PhD in Applied Physics last year and now he works for CERN in Geneva. He’s smart, quiet, awkward and he can be too serious. I’m unreasonably cRaZy about this guy. Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and Manhattanite ‘glamor girl’ (who’d bristle at that description but it’s hundo-p true.) who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major. Leong, (roommate) 21, a ‘molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major.’ is from Macau, China - the Las Vegas of Asia and she’s a proud communist (don’t knock it til you’ve tried it). Growing up, I lived in Shenzhen China (about 30 miles from Macau) we both speak Cantonese and we're able to talk a lot of secret trash together. Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady. Your author, a simple country girl from Athens, Georgia is a (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.

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