complain, complain

if you've spoken to me at all in the last six months (we're talking real conversation here, not the bullshit 5min 'hi how are you?' stuff) then there's a good chance i complained about my displeasure with graduate school. between the seeming irrelevant course work, mind-numbing seminars, nagging administrators, and countless hours of painstakingly slow and directionless research, there really is a lot of reasons why i don't enjoy being a graduate student. believe it or not, i've actually done so much complaining, that i've even begun to notice it. so the obvious question i ask myself is therefore: "self, at what point does this become more than just the standard, basal level of whining, and come to represent a real problem with my current career direction?" no seriously, am i complaining because this grueling program is channeling me into a career path that i don't want, by way of a phd that i was never really sure i needed? or am i just bitching because, like you and everyone else i know, i'm inherently lazy and it feels good to let off some steam while still getting all my work done... just in the nick of time? some how i must decide whether it's best to get the hell out of here and pursue something that i really enjoy, or just suck it up and earn the phd and the opportunities (and restrictions) that come with it. now how the hell am i going to find time to do that between all my classes, experiments, and teaching requirements?!

bitch, i'm back

news flash, it's been 6 months since i've posted anything on this thing! what the duce?! so when i started this whole "blog-thing" it was supposed to be a collection of my thoughts, rants, complaints, observations, etc. and i tried to make them sort of complete. well i'm just too damn lazy and writing these entries became too much like writing short essays. but now i'm back and i'm changing my format. from now on, this blog will still be about me bitching, commenting, and rambling, but everything will be in one paragraph or less. if i can't get you to understand what's pissing me off in the world this week in 5-6 sentences, we should both start drinking. so look forward to very blunt, and direct opinions from my clutter mind... maybe even more than just once every three months if you're lucky.