This is my brain…

No, don’t worry. There’s no semi-weird semi-breakfast commercial on the way. I’ve just had so much going through my mind that keeping track of simple things, like where my friends are or where they will be this weekend or what time it is, has become a lot harder to do. I know a lot of reasons why, but you obviously don’t, so let’s take a look.

I’ll still kind of recuperating from the news last Wednesday. I found out that I did not get the internship in Germany for the summer, that I was one of nine hundred plus who didn’t, that I will be staying in Michigan this summer. Not a big deal, but I just keep thinking back to what I could have done differently or better in both my past two years at State, in the application, in the cover letters, in all of the extra things I needed to complete. I was stressed when I was filling those out, and maybe they saw that stress?

My Biology group is down to two people, my good partner and I. We can handle stuff fine, but the act of actually losing the third person was ridiculous. I mean, needing the two LAs, the professor, the entire other group, a few random people, and an hour and a half of our time to drop a person was just too much. Way too dramatic, but I am glad that I am finally more in control of my grade. I would like to raise my GPA, not have it decimated by an anchor in a research lab.

Speaking of anchors and sinking ships, half of my mental capacity has been relegated to trying to figure out women. I know what you’re thinking: you’ll need a couple brains and a lifetime or two to figure that one out. But you see, I’m not even figuring out the entire female psyche, but only a small portion: the definition of a friend. Woah! I mean, if she acts like your average friend sometimes and like your above-average friend the other times, what is that? A 1.5 friend? A slightly-above-average friend? Can friendships even be averaged out like that?

I don’t know. Believe it or not, I’ve tried to talk to her about this multiple times, but every time I get really nervous and kind of clam up and talk about something else. You have no idea how many times I’ve asked her to talk, then we just talk about everything but that. Yes, I still want to be friends with her, and no I do not want to date her, but friends still do what we’ve done while being friends, and we’ve gone through that stage before, but come on. I’d like a little solidity in a definition, right?

Cryptic enough for you? I tried to make it more intelligible than the synapse firings in my cerebral cortex.


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