oh Ireland!!!

Life is good… The last 2 days have been kinda hectic at work. I have been in the lab a lot trying to get the hang of things. This is really difficult for me since it has been so long since I have done things like this… After Drexel I am really in the policy frame of mind which is very different from bench science, and this is hard core bench science. Like yesterday I couldnt figure out how to convert 10 micoliters to 10 millions cells. It should have been easy but I still havent figured it out and I feel like I can’t ask because they may think I am stupid or something.  I can’t fuck up too much because the strains we are using are €30 a bottle, which is expensive cause the bottle is small. not to mention I used the wrong pippet and transferred 10x what I was supposed and had to start over. So like I said things have been stressful… lets just say I am having a real rough start.  But I am very glad I am here. This is the kind of crash course I need before I start at Rosalind Franklin in the fall… but let me tell you I am  getting my ass kicked.
 
Pride was okay… I went to 2 clubs. It was weird though I felt so out of place. Not to mention Irish fags love Lady Gaga (love is an understatement), pink, britney spears, madonna and whitney houston. that’s all the dj played. I could  only stand it for an hour and a half. by then my ears were ringing and i couldnt do it anymore. There is some other stuff that I may go to but I’m not really sure…
 
I started rugby practice yesterday and that was AWESOME!!!!!!!! It’s touch rugby so I don’t have to worry about any concussions. Its a lot of running. I am sore today from it but I love this feeling. I also went to the gym last night which is also probably attributing to my pain a little bit. AND……….. the field was covered in dear poop and i still played… I was very proud of myself… I was able to just not think about it… this Wednesday is the last game, then its the playoffs. 
 
Other than that life is life…my roommate is still pretty annoying but I try to talk to her very little… she still talks to me i just pretend I am not listening or I sit with headphones on. But she still talks even though I have them on, I just don’t respond. You know… pretending I can’t hear her… She’s dense… she doesn’t understand things… she’s just weird…