this therapy might not be strong enough...

blogging is therpeutic for me. I'm sitting at work and I've read all my emails, facebooked as long as i could, perused ESPN.com, USAToday, watched The Office online, all in my lab waiting for a process that i have to monitor every 5 or 10 minutes. yum. after all that i knew it was time for a good blog post. too bad i don't have anything of consequence to tell you about. only that i feel like i'm in junior high every other day when i sit in class after class filled with boys, (boys not men) who throw things at me, and hit my elbow while i'm writing, over and over. i really could use a self-help book about "how to deal with the emotional effects of experiencing 8th grade while in your early 20's". it's not a complete repeat of 8th grade though. when i was a bobcat at bennion junior high, boys didn't tease me, they teased those little cheerleaders, and girls in the dance company. i ate school lunch, on styrofoam trays, with adria gardner and chelsea mcarthur. i was busy schooling my biology classmates on the functions of the cell. who in their wildest dreams would have guessed that the unpopular tom-boy would have turned into an engineer who is unpopular? heaven only knows.