I Look Good Naked.

There was a time in my life where I was not comfortable in my own skin.

I thought I was ugly; this was before I lost my virginity and I didn’t ever want to get naked in front of a man.

I was about 135-140 (at my largest) lbs… and at 4’ll, that put me in the overweight category (BMI-wise). I always had a rather large posterior, but I also had fat around my waist.

I always dreamed of being able to wear a crop top and skinny jeans, and looking really cute in them.

Around age 19, the pounds just started to come off. My mother called it “baby fat”.

My body began to take shape… I was actually becoming sexy!

Now, at 30 years old, I love my body! I am super comfortable in my skin, and I love being/looking at myself naked.

Not trying to be conceited, but my body is pretty nice. I don’t quite have an hourglass shape (because I have no boobs), but I have a tiny waist and very large hips.

If I remember correctly, my measurements are: 34-24-38.

But you can be the judge…

“And she fine, fine, fine tho. And she fine times 9-9-9 bro. Don’t matter the number just know it’s uncountable”

Also, I have the “forever young” look. I’ve looked the exact same for 10 years. Lol

Me in 2015: (rocking the natural hair… lol)

Me in 2014:

Me in 2013:

Me in 2012:

Me in 2011:

Me in 2010:

Me in 2009:(yeah, I had my Monroe pierced.. don’t judge me! I was 20!)

Me today: (with NO makeup because I realized that I don’t need it)

So idk. When it comes to what I look like, I like what I look like, but I am aware that I am an acquired taste.

I don’t think I’m sexy to everyone, but I’m sexy to me and that’s all that matters!

P.S. LMAO! I just found a picture of me taking acid

This was circa 2010.

There Has To Be A Way…

To complain about this fucked up bus situation.

I woke up reasonably early because I’m gonna have to put in work today, and I walked my ass to fucking State st to catch the 114 at 8:30… it never came.

No buses run on Washington Ave at 8:30, I’ve noticed that. I’m about to get the mayor and talk to her about this depravity! I want her to know that I would rather live in Schenectady than deal with these buses.

If I walked, I probably would’ve made it to school already.

right when I decide to take the 12, the fucking 114 comes flying by me. Godfuckingbitchtitshitfuckdicklickingslutbitchcunt!

I just wanna do some chemistry goddamn it!

Ok, so I’ve been here for a total of two hours and I haven’t left the lab at all.

Max is telling a story about how he keeps finding nails in his tires. He’s had to replace four tires this month.

He says it’s either a student he failed (I can’t believe anyone failed that class, I didn’t find it that difficult) or an insomniac neighbor of his. Lmfao.

Friday’s at the lab are hectic! Sometimes it feels like he purposely holds all the work back until Friday. (I know reasonably, there isn’t a way to do that, but that’s how it feels).

I think he’s gonna have me just run TLC for the rest of the day, then maybe combine the spots.

So, I talk about TLC, but I’ve never showed you what that entailed….

These are my fractions freshly purified from biotage. I had approximately 28 fractions. So I take these fractions with a very tiny Pasteur pipette or whatever those shits are called and I spot each one on one of those plates you see by your lower left.

Then I plate in a tank containing hexane/ethyl acetate (non-polar and polar solvent) and let the solvent run up the plate, dye the plate… and Boom! I know if I have shit in my fractions.

The dye is potassium permanganate and it dye double bonds.

And like chemical magic… I can separate my compound and evaporate the solvent.

I am having a slight problem with rows 3 & 4…

This is both rows compared to each other… row 4 (last 7 lines) seems to have two different compounds, and row three has one compound for sure, and one mixture.

so I spotted line 4 on its lonesome to see what these spots actually looked like.

It was so weird that max told me to ignore that row all together.

It’s the weekend! As much as I would love to be synthesizing more shit over the weekend, I won’t be.

The last time I did summer research, I kept a blog (through Purchase College) and wrote down all my activities… so I’m gonna keep the tradition, but talk about my honest feelings and what I actually do (so I don’t forget)