Sunday, September 25, 2005


I have been neglectful again. Of posting anyway. I have written out lots of Spanish assignments, read both history and anthro books, and taken a number of naps. And watched probably too much television, but what else is there to do?

I have a forensic chem lab that I should be writing a report for, but I hardly see the point. Our all-knowing, couldn't-possibly-be-wrong professor gave us badly made photocopies of a print of a shoe and two tire treads that we are supposed to compare and answer questions about. The three hour lab lasted thirty minutes, and that's only cuz we stretched it out by pretending to use the magnifying glass. This guy really needs to learn how to make more interesting labs that might actually teach something. As you might have already heard, I was not impressed with his test, either. And those end-of-chapter questions we spent four and a half hours answering, he spent ten minutes correcting all of them. That's the last time we put effort into his homework. I thought this class would be better, but I guess I was just as well off watching some of the approximately fifteen crime/police shows that are currently on television. Not all of them portray things incorrectly. They just don't show everything that happens, which is fine with me. I also learned more stuff by reading books, such as Kathy Reichs (which the tv show Bones is based on) and Jeffrey Deavers. So this class is only useful in that it satisfies the lab science requirement. Which is important, so I shall stick with it. Also, I cannot give him the satisfaction of dropping the class. Not that I am known for dropping classes...

Thursday, September 15, 2005

My horoscope says I have not been feeling lucky lately...

I apologize that I have been lacking in posting. Last night, I went to bed at 9 pm, after having taken an hour nap after chem lab. Tuesday I had to watch new episodes of Bones and House, both very good, while working on Psych homework. Monday, we had a long discussion about why not all members of our new organization are not happy. (We have yet to come to a good conclusion. Confrontation is eminent, and yet being avoided like the plague.) Sunday was a nothing day, and therefore there was nothing to blog about.

Currently, I am trying to keep my roommate from singing (badly) and waiting for it to be dinnertime. After dinner, I am planning to attend an illusionist's program and watch someone be levitated. If it is as excited as advertised, I may even have to post again. Until then, have a nice life. Somebody ought to.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Sexual Encounters of the Floral Kind

He promised that we wouldn't look at flowers the same way after seeing this movie. He was right.
While at some level of unconsciousness I realized there exists a tremendous variety of flora, I could not have imagined the specimens we were introduced to on Wednesday. Water lilies that kill bees. Orchids that imitate female wasps. Some disgusting type of flower on some remote island that resembles rotting flesh.

And then there was the announcer, who must have had to practice saying his lines with a straight voice. He was given a wide variety of cliched and suggestive lines that served only to detract from the seriousness of the topic.

I think my favorite part was the time-speeded sequences of flowers blooming. That was cool. And the cute little mice and possums.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Thursday is a Wonderful Day

Today is Thursday. It is wonderful. It is wonderful because I do not have Spanish on Thursdays. I do, however, have to be at work at 7:45. Today I was late. But not by much. The biggest problem with Thursday (as well as Tuesday) is that I have a history class after lunch and that always seems like naptime to me. I valiently tried to stay awake, but my eyes kept closing without my permission. I think this was a common occurance, as Professor Kiddy gave us a seventh-inning stretch. And then we talked about cannibals. But that is not related to Thursdays...
Today is Thursday. I must go work for two hours now. Then I will go to dinner. Then I will check my mailbox in hopes that it will not once again be empty. And a few hours after that, it will not be Thursday anymore. But there is always next week...