I am meant to be writing essays for virology, full of protein names & virus mechanisms. The boys I study with find it enthralling, the girls, not so much. I ended up in an impromptu study group at the science library this weekend, which was fun/stressful/laced with donuts, KFC + lots of giggles.

I also figured out that the iTunes library on my laptop is just a copy of my Music folder and is therefore a waste 0f 5gb of space :/ And in an ill-thought out move I just deleted my iTunes library, changed my preferences & am re-adding all my music. I couldn't find a way around it! So there goes all my play counts, which I was strangely fond of. But yeah, in other news I found three copies of the Wicked OBC sitting on my laptop hard drive, so I guess the deleting was good in that way, highlighting all doubling/tripling up I do by accident when I DON'T DELETE SHIT OUT OF MY DOWNLOADS FOLDER ASAP GODDAMN.

Times like this I really miss MediaMonkey, which was a fucking demon at figuring out where I had two copies of a song and getting rid of it, whereas iTunes is like 'Aw, chill bitch, the more the merrier', completely missing the fact that I am particularly OCD about my pretty little music collection being uh, pretty, and streamlined. Also, the B-side for the Juno soundtrack is called 'Juno B Sides: The Almost Adopted Songs' which made me grin pretty wide, y'all.

Shaun and I are gonna go halves on an external hard drive, and I will finally be able to scrapbook my music, in a way, as well as stockpile TV shows. I'm pissed at his internet, the Pushing Daisies soundtrack had 1mb left and it disconnected, merde!

I went to the gym this morning and was reading a Cleo where they sent these chicks on exercise bootcamp to lose a ton of weight and then they loved themselves and all was well; all very aspirational, until I stopped skim-reading and caught that these girls were sent to the gym a minimum of four times a week. FOUR.TIMES.A.WEEK. Where in God's green Earth are you going to find the time to go to the gym AT LEAST four times a week for between 60-90 minutes at a stretch? Fucking ridic.

I'm procrastinating, but considering I spent twelve goddamn hours at the library battling goddamn virus replication and viroid replication and host defence evasion and all that shit, I think it's amazing I'm just procrastinating and not uh, en route to Mexico to buy a chihuahua and live in bliss drinking margaritas and organizing drug smugglers.

Oh, and Glee? I love you desperately, but stop trying to make Myspace happen. It's not gonna happen.