I did it. I fricking did it. I tested out of Biochemistry. I was the only graduate student in my entire class who tested out of the class. I feel a bit bad for the other two who took the test and didn't get out, but not that bad. I went to talk with my advisor about what I should replace the class with. I'm going to be interviewing with about 6 or 7 Toxicology/Pharmacology professors (including the _chairman_) to hear what they're research focuses are so I can choose one to do a 16-week rotation with one of them. I'm not supposed to start my lab rotations until next term, but I'm ahead of the game.
I should be practically crapping my pants over this, but I have yet to express the emotion significantly. I do this often now, when something very good happens (which really isn't often). I'll call home about it, though.
I got a haircut today at the hospital barber. I love barbershops. Better quality cut, better quality cutter, they use a straight razor to finish up the job professionally, there's a TV on, and there's people having barbershop conversation. It was $10, but who cares -- I tipped $3 and I'll be back.
I need to drop the bike off today. And my RAM still has not come in yet!! I wrote angry letters to both Crucial.com and Fedex. Lot of good it'll do me, though.
okay, well it's friday. yah.