here comes and here goes, the class of '15

itchin' with wanderlust

two more weeks of classes and with everything jam packed into those days, my drive for that last 100m dash is waning.

instead of my lab report on renal plasma clearance of urea in the rat (significantly less sexy), i want to work on my becketcest fanmix instead, and for all the sexy it was going to be, nah, it's just an overwhelming onslaught of sad dead bros, or i put together a list of my sad love songs and call it a day.

tycho concert this saturday eeeeeeep!

ps: survive mola mola is a stupidly fun app game, in which i raise a suspiciously suicidal almost-extinct fish.