Okay, so I ran my four miles today in forty-three minutes. I swear, it must be some sort of a record! I really wanted to run five, but I was in a time crunch. And honestly, I didn't feel bad afterwards! I got to run the first mile or so with a tutee and it was waaaay better than doing it alone! YAY!
So, again with the no research, yet much needed. But me and one of my best guy friends here headed to the coffee shop. He worked on a presentation (the lucky --- well, smart --- bastard is done with cumes) while I slaved away at trying to figure out freaking RhI to RhIII mechanisms. Why do I feel it is just sooooo much different than Pd chemistry, which I am semi used to?! Yet, I slaved away at Cu chemistry which is even WORSE than rhodium chemistry... oh, well. So, the best thing about my night is that I was not in the lab (yet, still doing chemistry) was that my OTHER equally best guy bud was also at the coffee shop. He was tutoring and he is some mack dad when it comes to the ladies. It's so funny to see him at work. We were at a booth and he'd just say "LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT HIM!" It was the best thing ever. The tutee went to the br and I occupied her spot to get my usually jabs in. She came back and as I walk back to our booth, I hear him saying basketball and her and she, etc. etc. --- I hear him talking about me, well, my paranoia tells me that. So after she leaves, he comes and joins us and I asked did you talk about me?! He said, yeah I told her THAT basketball story. It's a funny story, let me tell you. I am the butt of many of their jokes but it's great all the same. I click better with guys. I am more like a dude than anything. Tomboyish, don't enjoy caddiness, and just generally have more in common with guys. To them, I am one of the guys and I actually enjoy it. It's nice being the woman that you know is just a friend and nothing more. They are the brothers I never had and as one says, "the sister, well, brother, I never had".
He apparently also told MORE "classic" stories about me, because apparently the tutee is also a tom boy so he told of my tractor pulling days with my dad in which we have in common that we are both the sons our fathers never had. It's a nice feeling being incorporated like that.
Bud1 was working on his presentation while Bud2 (also done with his cumes!) helped me decipher mechanisms. In the meantime, there is also a lot of the usual banter and laughing and sharing (after a lot of them they just say "oh, Judes" and laugh, actually which Bud1 likes to refer to me as Juds (like suds). He sits by me in class and always rights that on my paper)--- like I swear, our cheeks and stomachs hurt because we laughed A LOT. LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE. It really is that male bonding experience that guys say they need. That's this. I have not laughed this hard or had this much fun in ... I can't even remember how long. It's three thirty in the morning and I was just happy for the first time in a very long time --- so happy that I wanted to document this because I knew I couldn't get off of my (non-chemical) high without writing about this.
We transferred to Perkins (I didn't eat great today) and enjoyed the drunk 2 am crowd where people probably thought that WE were the ones who were drinking. As we were driving home, Bud1 says I love nights like these because when the three of us get together, we have so many one liners or things that "Juds" says we can just have inside jokes with. Then they repeated something that I said, and I told them nothing beats then I will repeat what I thought the most funny thing I said was. Do you know how great it feels to have OTHER people think you're funny... when usually I am the only one laughing WITH myself?! ha. I needed this... really bad. The three musketeers! I said that earlier and they both laughed while giving me weird looks, yet they know it's true. So, they DO NOT read this (there is a reason for it) but they secretly know that I am thanking them for this night.
<--- so me right now --->
