Dear Chronic illness,
If you want war, you’ve got war. I don’t care what STUPID HORRIBLE side effects you throw at me. I will beat them. I know, chronic illness, that you thought you had defeated me as I laid crying on the floor where you had made me fall. But, I am unstoppable. I will not give in. YOU WILL NOT WIN. You hurt me, and your treatment hurts me, but I will suffer, defeat and conquer you. I WILL ACHIEVE GREAT THINGS, despite you and your hurtful ways. You are not my identity, I am myself, and I AM AMAZING. You do not control my life anymore, I am taking back control, and you are your side effects will be forgotten. I WILL DEFEAT YOU! You should be scared chronic illness, because I am reaching for my life and you are not invited.
Your Number One Enemy
"You know you’re in trouble when people are wikipedia-ing the lecture topic in the middle of the lecture. "
“some scientists agree”. what does that mean. some scientists. that could be two scientists. two scientists agree. two agreeable scientists isnt very credible. do it again. more scientists.
this is my favorite post
Reading is sexy.
Christmas arrives soon and I still have to work on my thesis
How I feel
To the Grinch that says there’s no Christmas for grad students
To all of you other grad students planning how you’ll read that paper or mark that exam whilst you are unwrapping presents
I am attempting to put in double hours over the next two weeks so I can have at least SOME of Christmas off.
what I say I’m doing when the boy’s out of the house: writing my phd
what I’m actually doing:
gif via here
Who am I?
What am I doing with my life?
Look at this fluff..
I swear I get fluffier every month
Will they love me if I get any fluffier?