Your Brain on Studying

So, here's the thing about pineapples: they go bad. It's odd really, but if you buy, say two pineapples at Vons because your roommate says she'll eat them with you, and then don't cut them for, say two weeks because you don't know how to actually cut a pineapple and your roommate has MTML and forgets things such as the fact that she said she'd cut them, you end up with two rather moldy pineapples. Exhibit A:

Now, if this picture is not evidence enough of what too much studying can do to the brain, just take a look at this one and tell me what you see:

A paper with a smiley face printed above the words "2 students"? Me too.

Apparently Michelle has been a science major for a little too long. Her first response? "Oh, someone put lone pairs on the D?" I don't actually know what that means (ok, I might be able to remember some of that chemistry from four years ago, but I already did physics this evening and my rule is one science thing a day), but I do know that it is a sign. A sign that my dear Chemistry roommate has been indoctrinated. Well, at least they get to do some cool things too, like making glass beads and having department dinners and hanging out in labs and getting to call themselves scientists and using words that make them seem ultra-intelligent and synthesizing things like chemicals (that's my scientific summation of what they do) and sharing life as a department and getting/giving grad school/life advice and wearing amazing clothes like lab coats, pants, closed toed shoes, hair ties, and of course, safety glasses:

See Michelle's captions on Facebook for more nostalgia on her time in the Chem department.

In other news, Jake is at 28 gophers and counting. He's looking slimmer, right?

Also, this is the look I get from him pretty much at all times, even when I'm feeding him. You thought I had an evil glare! But don't worry, I keep him in his place - haven't lost a stare down yet.