Grad School Brings Some Changes

I came home from studying last night and my roommate was watching a chick flick. Before I knew it, having been sucked in, I was sitting by her on the couch. When the movie ended, all I could think was there is something very wrong with this picture. I hardly ever watch chick flicks of my own free will (my old roommates would attest to this). As I was getting ready for the next round of studying, I came to a rather frightening conclusion. Graduate school is changing me.
I sat and pondered this for a moment. This "moment" of self-realization resulted in the following list:

• I'm so starved for entertainment, that I'll watch anything including chick flicks which are mindless drivel. No offense to those of you who like them.
• I no longer care about getting A's. Just give me a grade that will allow me to pass my class so I don't get kicked out of my program.
• After years of not being able to sleep past 8am, I am now oversleeping every time I don't set a minimum of 3 alarms. My old hometeacher would be exceedingly proud that I have finally learned the concept of sleeping in. The proof of this, I slept from 10pm to 11am the other day.
• My caffeine intake has increased exponentially. This is bad considering that I've only been able to drink caffeine again since November.
• I'm slowly losing what social skills I had. Bear in mind that I'm a chemist which means I came with a small set of social skills to begin with. Soon I'll have the social skills of an engineer. I shiver at the thought.
• And last but not least, composing this list is probably more effective than the studying I had done up to this point and the further studying I was putting off. (Which did turn out to be the case.)

 These new and somewhat shocking revelations leave me wanting two things: a hug and someone to throw a snowball at. Any takers? I promise I'll let you choose which you'd prefer. Unless you are in a certain subset of my friends in which you will be required to volunteer for both and I'll take the hug first so I won't be whitewashed after throwing a snowball at you. You know who you are.