Woohoo!

Nothing really new to report. So here is a great picture of my favorite animal. It pretty much looks like me when I drink hahaha.

Garbage Truck Driver

Every time homework or studying gets hard, I wonder what my life would be like if I was a garbage truck driver. How menial and simple yet vastly important for our society to run properly. I wouldn't have to take anymore Organic Chemistry exams, or work on anymore scientific papers, or even lab reports to write and review. Homework would become nonexistent, studying would be pointless, and my brain would melt away.

As soon as I think about it very hard and long I know that I can't be a garbage truck driver. Even though I am lazy, kind of clumsy, and pretty much a slob, I feel like I would never want to let my mind go. I let my muscles go after high school ended. I used to be toned and incredible athlete now I am just skinny and ordinary with some muscles left. I just can't let my brain go. I love to problem solve and explore the unexplainable. Some of the work I do now bores me and leaves me wondering what I actually am interested in.

I didn't know my favorite subject was math; until I stopped having to take it in college. The last math class I took was my senior year and it was Vector Calculus (Calc 3) and Differential Equations. I didn't know that I wouldn't want that to be my last math class. I didn't know that I actually like solving math problems. I like how numbers and equations are all interconnected and that almost everything can be solved or even explained by math.

Mathematical Biology. That was my first choice of a major, but I screwed myself out that chance. Very few colleges and universities offer mathematical biology as a major, and the ones that do are very expensive. I hope I can pursue that in grad school, but we will see.

Anyways, I think about being a garbage truck driver to help me think about what I want to do with my life. That I want keep learning and growing. I am not saying it is a bad job or even an unimportant job, I am saying it's not the job for me.

Update

I went home to phoenix last week to visit my family and friends. My dad plays Ultimate Frisbee and has been dying to get me to start playing. My mom used to play and she was amazing. She won a lot of titles including a national championship title. She stopped playing after she had my brother and me. My dad still plays and never ceases to amaze me at his skill. 50 years old and still going strong. He throws incredibly well and has amazing disc talent. I was glad I was able to see him play at New Year's Fest in Phoenix and wish I had stayed for the finals since his team went undefeated and won!

I got back to Tucson, and emailed one of the coaches of the U of A woman's team. She has played ultimate for a while with my dad and was happy to hear I was interested in playing with the team. Hopefully I start playing soon. I know my parents will be pretty psyched to hear that I finally gave in and decided to play Ultimate Frisbee. Plus I forgot how many hot guys there are playing Ultimate Frisbee!

Any ways, here is a bit of an update for what I have been doing. I am currently studying my ass off for two major exams next week (Organic Chemistry and Genetics) so if my mother is reading this she should know that am not procrastinating by writing this post. Ochem lab is alright pretty boring just working on the building of benzene rings by nitration and oxidation. Plus I learned how to perform a benzene reaction that ends with it being Tylenol!! My classics classes are really fun and not so hard so its a great break from science. Since I got bull horns on my road bike I have been riding a lot more and I hope someday I could compete in a triathlon or maybe just ride around for fun. I am starting a running program to train for a 10K and then a half marathon in the fall (at least that's my goal).

I am an officer for one of the clubs on campus called the Cardiovascular Outreach Organization and am working with my friend and fellow officer Jamie, in hopes of coming up with a system and trying it out on elementary school kids to teach them how to be more heart healthy. Also through the club I do lots of volunteer at the Sarvar Heart Center at the UMC, and hopefully will be shadowing a Cardiothoracic Surgeon with in the next couple of weeks. My goal is still go to Medical School and I think with all the work I am doing I will definitely be able to tell if that's what I want to do with my life.

My night will consist of watching lots of TV and finishing up my Diels-Alder Reaction Lab report which I am dreading.

Yes I'm Frank

I turn twenty in 2 days!!! JUST 2 DAYS!!! Don't worry, I will still be an immature child at heart. For instance, my best friend, Erin, and I talk about pooping constantly. It doesn't make us blush or upset us, it is just fucking hilarious to us. Here is our conversation so far of the day. This is over text of course.

Erin: To poop or not to poop

Claire: POOP! I pooped in the Physics and Atmospheric Sciences Building the other night, I feel smarter already!

Erin: hahahahahaha I think I will go in the Library

Claire: Ooooo you are getting a plethora of good subjects

Erin: I don't wanna goooooo. And I forgot to mention something awkward.

Claire: Honey, I promise that if you don't poop you will regret it later. Then sometime during your next class you will start farting and wish you had pooped. Ok what's the something awkward

Erin: And this might be a long one

Claire: YAY! Wait the poop or the story?

Erin: Guess who is in my human sexuality class?

Claire: Ummm Ethan?

Erin: And yeah you are right about pooping now. Noooooo not Ethan

Claire: UMMMMM John?

Erin: The poop is now complete. And no. Think one of Sarah's old guys

Claire: Ok good. Phew. Ummmmmm Joe?

Erin: Nooooo

Claire: Ummmmm Taylor? Or the Taylor kid from Marcos?

Erin: They didn't date but you are super close. and noooo

Claire: Uhhhhh Brett

Erin: Nope. Oh and some girl in the bathroom who knew I was pooping is in my class!!!

Claire: Shawn? Oh my gosh ahahahahahahaha. Avoid eye contact

Erin: YES!!!!!!!!! (To Shawn) Ewww haha its weird.

Claire: Wait what is weird? Shawn or the girl who knew you were pooping?

Erin: I already have another story for when we talk on the phone again.

Claire: YAY stories!! I don't have any because my life is boring.

Erin: Shawn hahahaha. And this girl is sitting by me in class!!

Claire: Oh dear. This is a dilemma. Quick turn to the girl and stare at her creepy and twitch your eye and then she will never sit by you again!!!

Erin: Hahahahha Claire you weirdo

Claire: Hey it's a full proof plan.


This is what 20 year old college girls talk about, in case you had some fantasy, this should pretty much kill it. I don't claim to be mature. Duh.

Long Time No Talk.

Long time no talk. Definitely has been a while since I have posted. I am pretty terrible at this blog stuff.

Lately: nothing too new. College still kind of sucks, friends are fine, I still have a boyfriend so that's good. I miss living at home. Mom and dad take you out to movies, take you to dinner, help do laundry and clean your room (just kidding! I still have to do this), and watch mindless tv with you. I miss not having to grocery shop or worry about bills and rent. Being a grown up sucks! Especially when I probably should get a job soon in order to save up for important things like a house, car, retirement, designer handbags and shoes etc.

You know when you have always expected things to work out in your life without you trying so hard, and the moment you realize life doesn't work that way, it instantaneously becomes so fucking hard? I realized this quiet some time ago yet it still has such a sinking effect on me. On a more positive note Christmas and Hanukkah were fucking awesome. Can some rich guy come invest in my education? That would be awesome. When does spring break start? Rambling... see terrible at this blog shit.

Ruthless: Star Wars

My parents are the best. But when Symon and I were kids, they were pretty ruthless. I guess you could say they were trying to spice up our family life, to say the least. My dad's favorite trick was to hide walkie talkies under our pillows and wake us up by just talking on them. It scared the living daylights out of us. We would wake up screaming and my mother would pretty much just laugh for a while and then comfort us. It was cruel and awful and made me check under my pillow for a good month before I would go to bed every night. As children we believe everything our parents tell us, until we are old enough to figure it out. It is a power that can be abused if not used properly. If we wanted to get our Christmas presents we would have to say we believed in Santa (my mom still does this to us to this day... I am 19). My favorite thing about Christmas is that all our presents weren't just from Santa, but Frosty the Snowman, Luke Skywalker, C3-PO, R2-D2, Princess Leia, Han Solo, and even Darth Vader (what a generous man!). In case you don't know, my family and I are obsessed with Star Wars. I will rant about Star Wars later.

Moral of this blog, mess with your children until they learn you are full of shit. But keep it lighthearted and never really let on that you love seeing them drop their jaws and get all wide eyed. Trust me, we figure it out eventually and usually in the smartest way. I figured out by like 8 years old that Santa wasn't really because I could recognize my mother's handwriting. Her excuses were very creative: 'Santa was too busy so I wrapped and wrote for him' or 'Do you want your presents or not?!'

Sleep Deprivation

I have a class at 9:00am or 9:30am every week day. Today I had to wake up at 6:00am to register for classes. The depressing thing is that I was a zombie during that time, so I hope my classes don't turn out to be Apocalypse 101 or Brain Eating 234. Who knows though, because my brain was definitely not functioning that early in the morning. I am not a morning person. I find every loophole imaginable just to stay in bed for an extra few minutes! I refuse to shower in the morning. Thankfully if I do shower in the morning it is only Arizona, where your hair won't freeze. Not really sure if that happens in cold states since I am a wimpy baby when it comes to cold. Can you blame me? I am an Arizona baby at heart. It drops below 70 degrees and I instantly have to wear a sweatshirt or cardigan of some sort. I wear a fuzzy robe when I get out of the shower and socks to bed. Even when its only 60 degrees out. To me it is cold!

P.s. I am writing this during Organic Chemistry. For some reason he and I are not on speaking terms this morning, hence I am no longer on listening terms. Ochem you kinda suck. Like it is a necessary evil. But more evil than necessary. I may be exaggerating a little.