seriously guys, i appreciate them, but stop with the compliments (i’m not sure if your comment was complimentary, hulke, but i tend to just assume things). if you keep this up i’ll start chewing gum, speaking in third person and grow a creepy, douchiee moustache!
i have a weird infatuation with the 1980’s. i thought it would eventually turn into love of the 90’s, but no (magic fucking shoes. seriously. wtf). and i really can’t understand why. a piss-poor global political scene, the birth of shameless and rampant marketing in every media outlet, and hillariously-bad tv shows. maybe it’s the charm of youth lost that makes me yearn for a simpler time?
aside from that, it’s almost world cup time! which will mean hours of tv watching, work-dodging and male-bonding with my old man. this will spell certain doom for the master’s though. today i had another hour and a half meeting with the supervisor that resulted in a giant “things marcel has to do” sign being posted right outside his office. i’ll have to get a nice 8×10 of my prof to put on the lab dart board to ease the stress i will undoubtedly be feeling in the coming weeks. at least i got to make fun of some mathies playing dance-dance today.
p.s. i really like this picture.