I heart Kat Dennings

Most days I think I am depressed-dysfunctional (not sure if there's such a term among the realm of psychoanalysis), but sometimes I think I am crazy. Lunacy seems easier than normalcy, so much easier.

Last weekend my housemates and I went to an insane bookstore warehouse sale, and I got me some disturbing picks. Last night I went grocery shopping and found the cream cheese bread spread my twin and I enjoyed on a recent field work.

I am obviously steering away from school work and work work, hence this post.

I shall amass journal articles on ecology and evolution on the hopes that they inspire me to read back on my undergraduate DNA lessons.

Laters, baby.