My professor had me co-teach the final lecture in a freshman pre-med class with him to share what I've learned between starting college and getting into med school with the freshmen.
Currently fighting for the position I'm subbing for to be kept. Our department can't manage if the position's cut. And the library would most likely have to be shut down. But admin's refusing to even consider the position until scheduling happens...which isn't even BEGINNING until the end of the month. Thankfully, I have tenacious coworkers that are refusing to let the position be cut. Meanwhile, a local district I'm not exactly a fan of listed an opening...so here begins the next endless cycle of job applications. Honestly, I have no desire to work there. It's a good school but nothing about the position excites me. Not that my parents really care about that. It's a position...so I have to apply. Realistically, I feel like I have two options left: stay in my current position, if they'll have me, or get hired somewhere far enough away for me to move. I honestly have no clue how much longer I can live with my parents. It's suffocating.
My city (maybe province/country too idk) is getting better! But if people start interacting too soon and fucking ruin this I will be livid
I have been watching quite a bit of Kitchen Nightmares both the UK and American versions as of late. They are definitely hilarious. I love the facial expressions of the chefs and restaurant owners when Ramsay gives them a dress down. Deers caught in the headlights.
Most of them are totally incompetent, delusional, downright lazy or all 3. They definitely deserve his wrath. He summed it up perfectly to one of the worst ones, "I wouldn't trust you running a bath let alone a restaurant!". The UK version is better since it's less about crazy owners and more about actually helping the restaurant. The lack of sound effects and drama is also better. That said, it scares me looking at how old it is, I was really young when it was filmed.
Time flies, doesn't it? Definitely, the British version is better. It is too bad that the American version is seemingly more about the drama.
Humankind's primary goal should be to understand human consciousness and effectively transfer/back it up to an external medium. The endgame of evolution.
Scientifically impossible. The majority of what makes up consciousness is too ephemeral to transfer it to anything. Millisecond long electrical bursts in the synapses, molecules that alter themselves every few seconds, cells that split themselves within seconds etc. organ transplants work because they can actually live a surprisingly long time outside of a body without changing, but the brain isn't like that. Disrupting things even a tiny bit for a tiny amount of time permanently destroys things. That's essentially what a stroke is, an electrical impulse being a tiny bit off one time, which leaves permanent damage. Trying to transfer billions of electrical impulses outside the body like that would just cause a billion strokes and kill the person.
Feeling very sad and having a hard time taking my mind off certain things. I know time will solve it, but at present this really sucks. Just gotta wait out my pain I guess. If you play videogames, you should try SOMA. You would like that one.
I have been naturally waking up at 5:30/6 a.m. all week. The peacefulness, no stress of having to go anywhere or do anything, coffee & birds chirping, and just alone time in general while everyone else sleeps... This not working long odd hours and staying at home stuff has put me in an all new routine and I kind of love it.
"Texas has become the latest US state hit by a protest largely from supporters of President Donald Trump anxious to get back to work" What the hell is wrong with some people??
There's a dude sitting on video chat in my Zoom class, naked in a bathtub taking a bath, snorting coke and asking the professor how to sleep with a 14 year old and subsequently give her a coat hanger abortion if she gets pregnant. I don't even think he's in our class. This is a wild time to be alive man lol.
Like clockwork, 2-3 days have passed, and I'm inured. No matter how many times this happens, it never ceases to fascinate me how suddenly I can go from feeling so much to feeling next to nothing. We cope in very particular ways, I guess. Oh an nothing lasts forever. I've always found comfort in that thought. Now, next on my list of priorities to sort out, I'm starving.
It rains too much anymore. Not that I can go anywhere with everything closed anyway, but still. I just want a whole week of nice days