35St. Louis, United States
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My self-summary
I like who I am, and am happy with my life.
What I’m doing with my life
I came to St. Louis for a combined MD and PhD program. Right now I'm working on finishing up med school. I think I've found my calling in psychiatry.
I’m really good at
Keeping planted aquariums. My living room is wall to wall aquascapes
Building/fixing stuff
Overanalyzing things
Appearing less intoxicated that I really am
The first things people usually notice about me
It used to be how jacked I was... Now it's how much weight I've lost *sigh*

Or that my fly is down. Sometimes I like to see if people notice and if they'll say anything.
Six things I could never do without
-My iPad
-Novel ideas
-My (many) pets, most of them live in glass tanks
-Counting errors
-And lastly, I'm going to say zinc. People list food, water, and air in this section, but I've never seen anyone give props to zinc. I think it's time
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Everything. I tend to spend a lot of time in my head.
On a typical Friday night I am
Well... you see... the thing is... *I'm not allowed to talk about fight club*

Actually, it's more like heated-scientific-discussions-in-inappropriate-venues club. The shenanigans usually start at a bar or social gathering when one of my friends asks our opinion of an experiment they're running or a new journal article. After much drinking many hypotheses lay shattered among the empty bottles. Emotions run high, and our non-scientifically inclined friends stare at us like we're nerds or something.

From there the rest of the night usually goes one of two ways: Either we come to our senses and rejoin the merry-making at large... Or we break out the dry erase markers and laptops. I actually made 24 feet of white board in one of my hallways for just such science emergencies... It kinda hurts to admit that.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
My great, great grandmother ran the Chinatown whorehouse in Portland, Oregon sometime in the mid to late 1800's. That she was the "madame" or in today's vernacular the "bottom bitch" is the official version of the story. I'm pretty sure that as the story was passed down she was promoted. So there you have, I'm descended from at least one whore.
You should message me if
You like fish tanks.
You have a good sense of humor.
You can help me think of a clever 4th reason to message me.
The two of us