Oh, Google Chrome

So I am actually not as bad about posting as one might think. In fact, I almost finished a life-of-Leslie update last week when, in my haste, I accidentally x-ed out of the blog tab on Google Chrome. Needless to say I was frustrated to have carefully thought about and then articulated my goings ons, so I boycotted the blog for yet another week. Mature.

Anyhooo my life has consisted of working at the clinic, seeing my little brother graduate high school, getting mild food poisoning after a friend's comedy show, more graduation parties, and procrastinating the packing for my inevitable move July 2nd. Work is the usual... a patient telling me that I don't know how to do a proper lunge (um. excuse me, WHO is working in a PT clinic and WHO injured their knee? yea that's right, so shut the fuck up scrub. just because you're too uncoordinated to pull off a simple lunge doesn't mean i don't know the correct form), another man complaining about his "lack of care" (perhaps if you didn't come more than 30 min late for your appointment slot the therapist would have had time to do your manual work), and of course trying to hammer out the details of my fulltime employment upon returning from Europe. By the way, I LOVE what I do. Just sometimes I deal with assholes. Big ones. With injury induced angst.

Although there are a lot of major adult-morphing changes in my life, I was glad to see at Jenna's graduation party that things really haven't changed that much. It's good to know that at this point in our lives we can drain a plastic bag full of vodka on a train platform, pre-game while on the subway (why did we have to hide the bottles if it was actually ok Jenna?), sneak into a private party by dropping the all powerful name of "Mikey Horn", and finally- but my all time favorite- we can still pee behind gas stations... or any other random place for that matter. We're growing up, but our youth isn't dead my friends. Stay young at heart, and you will forever be creative in your drinking exploits and urination locations. Until next time, Les.

Mozletov

So far, life post-graduation has been really busy. Every day it seems like there are a million things to do! While my parents are at work I've been taking care of my brother; driving him to doctors appointments and physical therapy, etc. Then I have my own things to take care of. On top of which, there seem to be infinitely more family extravaganzas and get-together's than I've ever been to before in my life. My dad being one of ten children and my mom's mom being one of twelve, I guess it's a little understandable. But with such a large family and so many events- which are always trips of at least three or more days- it has been hard lately to find time to relax or see people around the area. How can they expect me to go out and get a job if I'm surrounding with these family parties as soon as I graduate!? haha. I just got back from a batmitzvah in New Jersey last night; I've never met Emily, but she's a great hebrew reader and her parents know how to throw an awesome party! She's like my cousin once removed or second cousin... my brain hurts from trying to figure all the family links out the past several days.
Anyway... hopefully life will chill out a little bit now. That's all I want from the summer really.

-Mia

WTF, College?

So I left College Park yesterday. Packed up my room, mopped the unruly floor (at Kevin's insistence), and drove my appropriately sized car out of that hell hole. As glad as I should be to get out of a city that administers $75 parking tickets and rains cockroaches, I could not miss it more. Where else can you go out to a bar and run into 75% of your friends? Where else can you get $2 drinks on a Saturday night? Where else are the bar patrons all sloppy drunk and underage? Certainly not Manhattan.

As I think about it more and more, I realize that college is sort of a fucked up institution. You are expected to leave your life behind, and start a whole new one elsewhere. Only to realize that, after 4 years, you are expected to leave THAT life behind and start ANOTHER new one. All of your friendships that you spend years building disperse.

I probably should have realized coming to Maryland that most of my friends would end up in the DC area. Doesn't make it any easier, though. Now we are all going to have to learn to talk on the phone (which is so 1990s), and put in effort to stay in contact with each other. Certainly won't be the same, though I hope we all don't drop the ball on visiting each other (hint, hint).

Don't mean to be a downer, but for real, leaving college sucks.

--Jenna

Great Expectations

It was only two weeks ago that Onyinyechi Eke told her fellow graduating Terps that in order to be successful, we had to "do hard things." Unfortunately, I want nothing more than to sit around and do easy things. How will I be judged for what I do and do not do in this summer before I move on to bigger and better things?

Don't know. Sort of don't care.

I took a mini vacation last week to spend some time with friends that I won't see very often after the summer. The weather was great and the outdoor pool on campus was open. Jenna says that the most beautiful people are at the outdoor pool. What she means to say is that almost everyone there is young and has a nice (or at least decent) body they don't mind showing off. Either way, we hung around the pool last week synthesizing vitamin D and photodamaging our DNA.

On Monday, a few of us went to Lake Anna in Virginia to chill on the water. My dad has a grill rigged to our pontoon so we did a little bit of jetskiing and grilled on the water. Later in the afternoon, we ran the prop into something hard and Grillboat had to take the rest of the day off. Sorry, Grillboat. Get well soon <3.

Alas, the real world smacked me in the face this week when I had to go back to work. I love working in the lab though. Also, my Biochemistry paper is up on Pubmed in its full glory, so I'm on a science high. I also have been going out drinking at night this week. This is good because I'm (a) not drinking during the day and (b) not drinking until I'm drunk which means I'm not an alcoholic.

"I haven't taken shots since college!"

--Becca, University of Maryland Class of 2010

--Kyle