New Blog!

No, I’m not abandoning “The Junior Neurologist.”

I do indeed have a new blog. However, it is private.

If you wanna get access to it to read all about my way awesome internship, shoot me an email (kaytee6387 (at) gmail (dot) com) or leave a comment. I claim the right to deny anyone access if I deem it necessary. This means that we need to actually know each other in, like, real life or something and I have to be able to trust you.

Please have your driver’s license, social security number, and first born child ready to give to me. I also accept denominations of Christian, Jewish, and Muslim (and unmarked bills of any general amount. And personal checks).

Thoughts as my nails dry.

I really need to get my hair cut. I do like the length, but its still in the a-line bob shape that was done last September. That makes it a little weird looking sometimes. Maybe when I have a day off I’ll find a salon and get it fixed. Yes. I think that’s a good idea.

Sometimes when I’m sitting around my apartment I catch an imaginary whiff of monkey stankiness. I cry a little, and then I want to dig into my nose with a pair of pliers and pull out all of my olfactory bulbs so I never have to smell the nastiness again.

I ran into a table and a planter box on Monday. Now my knee and my shin have lovely bruises.

I think we have to be at the lab at 8 AM again (it’s now 11:37 PM). Why, do you ask? Because we just have to get up at the butt crack of dawn to tape activity monitors to robots and test them, that’s why.

I’m hungry.

Why I haven’t been writing.

I hate blogs-as-travel-logs.

There is nothing more annoying and more boring in the world than the blogger who uses this wonderful creation of the internet weblog to inform the world of what they had for breakfast. Sorry people, that’s what Twitter is for (and I use it as such). When I see that a friend has updated her blog (since I really don’t know any guys who blog, sad to say), feelings of dread and apprehension envelop my mind as I picture the horror that might await my unsuspecting eyes:

Example 1: “I ate a grapefruit today!!!! It was SOOOOO good!!!!”

I don’t care that you had a grapefruit and that it was SOOOOOO good. Where did you get said grapefruit? Did you steal it off a neighbor’s tree? Did you accidentally drop it in your cat’s food dish right after you cut it? After you ate it, did you go into anaphylatic shock due to some unknown allergy? Give me more details, or don’t write at all.

Example 2: “I’m 2 cm dilated, so the baby should be coming any day now!!!! [insert other gross details here]“

Wow. TMI, much? As much as I may or may not be excited about your pending spawn, I do NOT want to read all about what’s going on in your nether regions. End of story.

I know I can be guilty of travel-logging sometimes, but what’s a girl to do? I just want to share the deets about my fantastic life with the world, and what better way than through a step-by-step guide to each and every day of my life?

I now leave you with this gratuitous picture of myself, in my new Anthro purchases:

Ten Reasons Why I Love Oregon.

1. The trees.
2. The humidity.
3. Portland is an awesome city.
4. My apartment is amazing.
5. I have the most awesome internship EVER.
6. I get to hang out with hilarious and awesome people.
7. Dr H. Need I say more?
8. Movie nights and watching hilarious youtube clips.
9. Powell’s.
10. Having the time of my life.

Hilarious quotes from like 2 days ago.

Mandi (introducing her roommate to us): “This is Jenna, and Brad, and . . . crap, I can’t remember, and Katie.”

Brad (to Steve): “Your parents named you ‘Crap, I can’t remember?’”

Jenna: “Like, as in “Crap, I can’t remember how this happened’?”

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(Yesterday at the Portland Rose Festival Parade)

Brad: “Hey, those look kind of like a mix between a horse and a donkey!”

Me: “You mean a mule?”

Brad: *pause* “Ohhhhh . . .”

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I probably won’t be updating much on here during the summer. If you want to know what I’m up to, shoot me an email, leave a comment, or contact me on FB and I will keep you posted.