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Taty - don't be down!!! I have a feelings things will work out well for you
withdrew before my interview at dartmouth so one of yall can get up in that
withdrew before my interview at dartmouth so one of yall can get up in that
haha wow it is def friday.
I was supposed to have annual lab safety training at 11
So I figure out a way to get to this place and figure....if I leave at 11:40, I should be there on time.
I get up at 11:30 to leave and it hits me, that my math does not compute lol![]()
haha wow it is def friday.
I was supposed to have annual lab safety training at 11
So I figure out a way to get to this place and figure....if I leave at 11:40, I should be there on time.
I get up at 11:30 to leave and it hits me, that my math does not compute lol![]()
in other news, i had a really strange dream last night that i lost one of my pinky toes and became really good at quidditch
Dumb question - what's an MSTP?
AKA Medical Scientist Training Program... I think.
for your mindblowing procrastinating pleasure...
http://www.sharenator.com/5_Real_Life_Soldiers_Who_Make_Rambo_Look_Like_Nothing/
some real gems..wow that was insane
Over the course of 100 days, Hayha killed 542 people with his rifle. He took out another 150 or so with his SMG, sending his credited kill-count up to 705.
Since everyone they had was either too dead or too scared to go anywhere near him, the Russians just carpet-bombed everywhere they thought he might be. Supposedly, they had the location right, and he actually got hit by a cloud of shrapnel that tore his coat up, but didn't actually hurt him, because he's the ****ing White Death, damn it.
Finally on March 6th, 1940, some lucky bastard shot Hayha in the head with an exploding bullet. When some other soldiers found him and brought him back to base, he "had half his head missing." The White Death had finally been stopped...
...for about a week. In spite of having come down with a nasty case of shot-in-the-face syndrome, he was still very much alive, and regained consciousness on March 13, the very day the war ended.
He kept going for almost an hour until he was out of bullets, then walked back to his bewildered men as the M-10 exploded in the background Mad Max style. They gave him literally every medal they could (33 in all, although he had doubles of a few, plus five from France and one from Belgium), including the Medal of Honor.
After the war, he came down with Shell-Shock, and was prescribed the antidepressant placidyl. When he became addicted to the drug, rather than enter a program like some kind of sissy, he went cold-turkey, locked himself in a motel room for a week and got over it.
haha. or meet-up...an SDN meat-up?
uhhhh say what?ma ma se ma ma sa ma ma coo sa !
are you sure that would be a good idea? i mean, i do go to BU... and clearly i use the internet..haha. or meet-up...![]()
...? I don't get itare you sure that would be a good idea? i mean, i do go to BU... and clearly i use the internet..
are you sure that would be a good idea? i mean, i do go to BU... and clearly i use the internet..
Don't worry. I'll protect you.
Boston should be fun 🙂
it looked like a spring rip-off of love actually anyways
Don't worry. I'll protect you.
Or push you in front of traffic....
Whichever.
not crazy, just aggressive.. and little regard for personal safety..Protect me? From what?
I've been to Boston once. You guys are crazy drivers. And rude 😛
exactly. the pedestrians are just as bad though. They own the roads and they know it.not crazy, just aggressive.. and little regard for personal safety..
exactly. the pedestrians are just as bad though. They own the roads and they know it.
i like playing chicken with pedestrians