Not a lot of updates this week because it was our second week of tests, which means pretty much every waking hour was spent studying.
I'm pretty sure that's not the correct sticker.
I squeezed between the two semis just fine (there was at least an inch of clearance on each side), but I don't think the bus is going to make it. It drives me nuts when I'm behind someone who could squeeze between some cars but doesn't because they don't think they can make it. This usually happens when there is a turning lane to the left but cars in the lane ahead are backed up right to the point where the turning lane starts.
Here's that dumb stop light with the sun behind it in the morning. I've figured out I can look in the notch between the visor and the edge of the window to see the light but not the sun.
These apartments near the Medical Center are The Spires. I think the best part about living in them would be they're easy to find if you get lost; they're the only buildings even remotely that high for miles, so you just drive towards them. You could use the Transamerica Pyramid in San Francisco for the same thing, although it didn't work nearly as well as it could sometimes be hidden behind another skyscraper.
Friday night, test week is over, and time for some fun. A few of my classmates and I went to Howl at the Moon, a dueling piano bar downtown. Basically the band just plays a bunch of 80s and 90s songs and the audience is supposed to sing along. It's OK at the beginning when everyone is sober, but once people start to loosen up from alcohol it becomes a blast. My voice was actually a little hoarse the next morning. Plus, there was a more diverse crowd than at most regular bars; there were a bunch of Germans up front, some Hungarians, some Spaniards, and a few other foreigners.
The girls are obviously having a good time.
Nicole cheated and made glasses the easy way.
I went through a McDonald's drive through late in the evening, the guy took my order, and then... nothing. For a while I think he was the only one around, and apparently it wasn't his job to get the food. After about 10 minutes of sitting in the drive through somebody else came (maybe she was on break or something) and actually brought me my food. For a while I thought I was going to have to climb through the window and get it myself.
Well, that's ingenious. They use a little piece of velcro to hold the roll of velcro together.
Some of us went to Stephanie's apartment for dinner and board games.
NPC, OS out, diplopia: all the hours you spend in labs become especially meaningful when you can use what you learn in them at parties. I didn't get the distances, though.
Playing a board game. How can you not know Tyson bit Holyfield's ear?