Friday, February 6, 2009

   flufko
Just a regular emoticon. No explaination needed. ...My title almost looks like a word this time.

Talim: Yeah, it is an old song. My Lithium channel is all the grunge and rock from the '90s. They played this a million times and it got stuck. I don't think I'm allowed to carry a knife at school so no one knows it's there. My school in California knew about it, or at least a few people did because when I was doing decorating for a premiere (it was a film school) I took it out to cut the flower arrangements. And my necklace is a small blue marlin (swallow). It's older than me by about twenty years, so I think it's antique. It's 40 yrs old, about. My mom bought it when she was a teenager. I found it in her jewlery box when I was a kid and liked it. So she gave it to me. I know this, I wore this thing long before marlin necklaces came back into style. I think they've got out again, but I don't keep up with the fashion so can't tell for sure.

OMG it is Friday! That would be so awesome...except I found out I got a 'D' on my last Chemistry quiz and the Chemistry exam is Monday. Whoopity-flipping-do. Most of what I got wrong was things I went back and changed. Argh, I need to trust my scientific instinct! That part of me knows it.

So, studying this weekend. That sucks. I'll have to finish my Chem homework and do my Bio quiz after I'm done posting. I'd do it now except I just got back from Bio lab and needed a bit of a break. But, Bio lab was kind of fun.

Alright, normally my lab partners are Ty, Andy, Sar (abbreviated names). Sar wasn't there for some reason. So this guy, Mike, sits in her spot. Now, I don't like Mike. At all. I don't know him, but instinct tells me not to like him. Part of this is because he's a jerk trying to pull off an awesome name. He goes by Slade. Slade takes a certain something extremely attractive to pull it off. He doesn't have it. He thinks he does, which is disgusting because I'm not fooling when I say he looks like Napolian Dynamite in a rimmed ski-cap. And my God, you can tell he's a video game dork. Not a gamer, a dork. The bad side of the video game world.

Alright, so, he sits in Sar's seat and we get instructions to make a special table key thing. You know what, it doesn't matter what it was. [I fogot how to spell it.] Well, I know how to do these and how to read them from Bio 101 a year ago. My lab partners then were brainless so I had to do the work. Austin was okay, dumb, but nice. And I like doing these keys. They're easy and fun.

So, I sit back and let Ty, Mike, and Andy get started to see if they got the point. They didn't. Our instructor adds on more specific instructions, like we can't use color or the word 'legs'. Our first sentance 'legs'. Actually, word because Mike did't want to write full sentances for a college Biology II lab. The boys stare at the horrible mess and start...well, I can't think of a better word than bitching. Complaining is way to mild. I, in my I-am-a-nice-sweet-harmless-girl voice tell Mike that I'll write the key. So he agrees. The boys start bitching again about how they're going to separate these animals without using the word 'legs' or using colors.

Morons.

I tell them that we're going to separate the animals by appendages first. Their reaction- WTF is that? Me- Seriously? They start arguing with each other, probably with me too, but I was writing what I said down. The prof. comes by- Good. Then the boys start complaining about how to separate fish and the others with appendages. I say- digits. They say- you can't do that. The prof. comes by and I say- is digits acceptable. She says- yes. The boys- WTF? Why that and not fingers? Me- because it's science and in science things have to sound a certain way. The prof.- that's exactly right. So I end up constructing this thing alone until the end. I want these guys to do something. Earlier I pointed out poison glands on the toad. They pick that. Okay then. That was our last statement.

Next came critique of others. We switch tables with the table behind us...except I got to the table later because I was finishing up at our table. I get to the table that the boys had "classified" all the organisms and are writing the critique. I don't see this critique for the key the people left for us. Then we had to read the critique outloud. Our critiquers say- everything was really well done but the last statement. Mike reads our critique and the first thing said was 'we got confused about the word thorax'. Okay, okay, stop everything. I was NOT happy. I laugh and say- yeah, that must've been before I sat down because I know what a thorax is.

OMG, total deathglare from Mike and shock at my outright bitchiness from my two usual partners. But seriously, no way in heck was I letting myself be tied to that. I'm a Wildlife Biology major. At 20 I should very well know what a thorax is. Cute guys the next table over thought it was funny. They also didn't freak out over the live toad we had the option of playing with. I played with it, Mike wanted to kill it right there. Ass.

Okay, sorry for the rant. I know this is long and peppered with swearing, something I usually leave out of my posts. I save it for when I'm face to face with complete and utter morons. They don't understand much else.
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