I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
Wow, ithaca is really beautiful when mother nature takes her midol. The past week has been so GORGES that it's been really hard to concentrate on anything other than spring. I am going home this weekend for that very reason - 8 days until anatomy lab practical and 14 days until anatomy final. Maybe I am neutoric and maybe I do worry too much about it, but screw you guys, I want my damn A. .::snaps::.
I'm having a random day. Bear with me.
I had an awesome weekend. I slept from friday night straight through most of saturday. Then I finally took a shower, went tanning, went to the mall, and then to the ithacappella concert. On the way to the mall a bunch of guys in a minivan pulled up next to my car, opened the sliding door and invited us to a party in corning. My response of 'uh ... no.' .::rolls up window::. was the only acceptable response. First of all, they were in high school baseball uniforms, second of all, they were driving one of their mothers' minivans (hott), third of all, who stops in the middle of rt. 13 to proposition a bunch of girls who are clearly out of their league? (we is klassy and edumacated.) Oh well, they'll get over it. We did go to the ithacappella party, though, which was fun. Yay for boys who can sing and play the piano! Talent is way hot; I'm a total sucker for it. One of the guys sang to his girlfriend on stage, and I just wanted to punch her because she looked so embarassed, she hardly even looked at her boyfriend, who was singing a love song to her in front of an audience that included his family. To me, that is the ultimate gushy boyfriend thing to do. Aww. After the party we went up to the suite and continued the corruption of our young impressionable minds. Then we came back here and corrupted some more. I slept really good that night. Really good.
I had a physics exam at 7:30 am on monday morning, which I walked into ten minutes late. It was just one of those mornings where you hit the snooze button 25 times then roll out of bed at the last possible second and run out the door without even a look at yourself in the mirror. I actually considered skipping the exam and tried to figure out if I could still get a c- in the class without going. (c- is the minimum grade we need to stay in the program) Unfortunately, I fell asleep while I was trying to figure it out, so I went and experienced the horror that was prelim #3. If I wasnt so tired, I probably would have cried. I was cranky all day, I didn't even stake out my usual table at the library, I just came back and slept more. Laurel and I went on a tropical adventure later that night. Hahaha, we bought 7 consecutive days of tanning, and had intentions of going every single day. Unfortunately we forgot to incorporate the rest of our daily lives into this plan, and had to miss yesterday. Sadness, we missed a day of fake-n'-bake and have delayed the acquisition of skin cancer. I picked up all $385.00 worth of books for this summer. I have a human dissecting kit. Don't fuck with me, I have a scalpel AND I know tae-bo. haha! fear me!
The annual 4/20 cloud settled over ithaca yesterday. Treston came to visit!! I haven't seen him in a long time, so it was cool. Also, it is way more fun hanging out with him when he isn't an ra. Because what? rules are for lame-o's. yoink.
I cut my little finger open while making dinner a few days ago. (left hand, 5th phalanx, superficial, distal anterior surface? death.) Apparently I can't cook anything without causing harm to myself, others, kittens, vegetables or cookware. I am truly a marvel in the kitchen; the epitome of a master chef. Would you like some little finger with your charred vegetables? I can throw in a chorus of smoke alarms and a few shattered glass objects in exchange for your sanity (and hearing).
We went to the red tent thing tonight. It was kind of cool; I got lots of organic tampons. Apparently they're way better for the environment than commercially produced ones, and they were free. They were all about the natural means of collecting menstrual blood, which is fine for them, but I would rather not bring back the term 'on the rag' as anything more than a joke. They were seriously telling us to use old pajamas instead of other 'products'. I am not convinced, nor will I ever be, that using old clothes is any more sanitary than something individually wrapped and used one time only. Has anyone else heard of 'the keeper' or 'the diva cup'? If no, it's for the better. don't ask. ever. Here's an interesting thought from the little things they were handing out:
'The average North American woman uses 11,000 tampons or pads in her lifetime. Now multiply this by the 1,700,000,000 menstruating women in the world ... '
At least it's good for the all chocolate producers in the world. Another amusing quote:
'If you eat organic foods, so should your vagina!'
What? I can just picture the giant man-eating vaginas running around. I'm all about feminism, but come on, that's just stupid. Way to make the entire female race look like idiots. I don't need your help making myself look like an idiot, I do an excellent job on my own. ALSO, 'pms' is not a syndrome, nor is there any connection with the socially constructed symptoms to the actual hormonal fluctuations happening. There is a diagnosable form of pms - its called pmdd (premenstrual dysphoric disorder .. i think, don;t remember for sure) and the symptoms are so random and vague that men could potentially be diagnosed with it. If you have it, doctors can prescribe sarafem for it - which is nothing more than prozac dressed in pink (I'm not being sarcastic here - once the FDA approves a drug, it can be used for anything it will produce favorable results for. prozac happened to 'relieve' the symptoms commonly associated with pmdd, and so the drug companies put it in pink and are currently making a gagillion dollars off of it a year). - - I just summed up Psych of women in a paragraph. I don't know how much I believe any of what I just said, though it is all real stuff from psych of women and intro to womens studies. I think I'll keep the midol around just in case ...
Maria's words of wisdom: put contacts in before walking down spiral stairs. (just trust me on this one)
thank you and goodnight