"Prove Me Wrong" by Class Actress

It's a little sad that I don't remember where I left off here. Life has resumed back to it's somewhat chaotic state. I am still waiting to find out if I got into grad school. I feel like this is some form of cruel karmatic torture because I didn't do this sooner. So I am being punished for waiting so long. When I saw Maia last she said that I should have heard from the school already. I told her that I am sure they are going to use the hurricane as an excuse for not reviewing me sooner and she said that the next thing would be them using Thanksgiving as an excuse. Yeah, I feel she is right and it is going to come to exactly that. I am afraid that I am not going to get in, but doesn't everyone feel that way? I invested so much time into that fucking GRE for what?! From what this girl told me, that came to my office looking for a professor, the school looks at your GRE score first and the students that excelled there are first admitted then the others. I hope that those that did stellar on the GRE are not only looked at for their grade on that alone. That wouldn't be fair if they did phenomenal on that and then their gpa sucked and they didn't have enough letters of recommendation. I need to not worry about it, but that isn't easy for me...

I need to focus on other things too. Especially since I got that report done at work finally. It was hell and dragged on. Finally I got it done at work though that is out of the way. I can focus on writing this portion of this journal article so it can be published. I am totally going to have a party for this! I wanted to have something published before I went to grad school to put it on my application but that didn't work out the way I had planned. I can settle for publication after though.

I was thinking about something tonight, in relation to my father. I know at times I wonder what qualities I get from my parents. I know that the creative side comes from my mother. The only thing I think I got from my father isn't even something genetic. It's more something learned and really it is undesirable. I am thinking about how my mother told me that my father would create drama and i feel that maybe that applies to me. Then again I think that in most situations it isn't like that. The best situation that fits that is the one with this baseball player at my school. He has come to the lab plenty of times and has been an asshole. Now he just acts like a total fuck and ignores me when I tell him to sign into the lab. Mobruka thinks i am making a big deal and that I am making things worse due to me already previously disliking him. Honestly, there might be some truth there but I don't want him there anymore since he is so inconsiderate. I suggested her be in the room when I talk to him, but she feels she should talk to him. The bottom line is this which I told her, regardless of what you tell him I am telling him that if he cannot respect the rules of the lab, and the faculty and other students he is not welcome in the lab and cannot be there. He will not be allowed in the lab thats it. I am going to talk to Joanne about this and hear her thoughts.