Seven Things Meme of DOOM.
1) I’m losing my hair. My beautiful red hair is parting company with my scalp. I probably have a few good years left, and I’m trying to not be vain about this (because lets face it, I could have cancer or something). But it sucks. I’m twenty one. I work hard. I put boys on the backburner so that I could focus on school, but I’m deeply concerned that once I’m done school, I’ll be all bald and gross and no guy would want anything to do with me. I always knew that this was my destiny (let’s face it, genetics are inevitable), but I thought that this would become an issue when I was like… 27 at least.
2) I don’t know what I want to do with my life. Which seems counter intuitive, as I’m all set to graduate with a BSc in Biomedical Engineering next year. I can’t help but feel like as my undergrad draws to a close, I should have a more healthy grip on where I’m going with my life. I’ve been back and forth between Med School, to Grad School, to Industry, to Rockstar a million times (current plan - Med School in Australia), but I haven’t been able to hang on to anything for longer than a week. There’s a little voice inside my head that says to suck it up, graduate, and go do what you’ve been training for five years to do. I hate that voice. On the other hand, the openness of my future is kind of exciting. I don’t like to brag, but I will anyways. I’m absolutely brilliant. I’m talented and driven. I could literally go anywhere and do anything I want to. Bring on the fucking world!
3) In lecture, I translate what the prof is saying into sign language under my desk. It stimulates my tactile learning pattern, and is the secret to my kicking ass and taking names for my GPA. I’m pretty sure everyone else thinks I’m masturbating, but I’m also pretty sure that everyone else does not pull off the kinds of grades I do.
4) I have a ritual that I follow before a first date. It involves (in order): putting on incredibly upbeat, incredibly gay music, doing push-ups and crunches, picking out an outfit, pooping, showering, tooth-brushing, shaving, stretching, and getting dressed. Then I spin in a circle seven times before I go out the door. It sounds crazy, but having a routine helps me relax so I don’t freak out.
5) On a regular basis, I make a pot of coffee and drink it right out of the pot. At least 4 times a week. And I wonder why I’m a stress case.
6) Most people have favourite colors. I have favorite numbers. My favorite number is e. ‘e’ stands for Euler’s number and is about 2.718. It’s the base of the natural log and natural exponent functions. I have a shirt with ‘e’, constructed out of the first thousand or so digits of e. It’s an irrational number (lamen’s terms: it goes on forever. Yes, like pi. Yes, FOREVER. Literally.). My second favourite number is i, which is defined to be the square root of negative one. It doesn’t exist, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use it to solve some differential equations. Pi is a close third, and the square roots of two and three are probably tied for fourth. Euler’s identity (e^(pi*i) = -1) is my favourite formula because it has my top three favourite numbers in it. Yes I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this.
7) Paradoxically, I am INCREDIBLY proud to be gay, and feel incredibly lucky to be so for a number of reasons. Yet, I often wish that I was straight.
