So my anatomy class went to go look at cadavers today. I got to stick my fingers in someone's kneecaps to feel their menisci and peel back the deltoid on their shoulder.

Something to scratch off my bucket list, I guess.

( The view from my window )

I got an email from the English program saying:

You're receiving this e-mail because you were enrolled in a 200-level creative writing class in spring or summer, or you are enrolled in one now, during autumn quarter ( Read more... )

Shit. I still like Britney Spears.

I thought I got over that when I was thirteen or so, but apparently that part of my brain still malfunctions. I'd get a refund, but if I came with a warranty I've long since lost it.

Damn you, Glee! If it weren't for you, I'd never have realized that I still know all of the words to "Hit Me Baby One More Time" and ( Read more... )

FINALLY. I've spent the entire day just trying to get my damn computer to turn on. It's basically half-dead and will only turn on when it's in a good mood, but I have no idea what I should be doing to coax it into waking up. I bought a new one, but it hasn't shipped to me yet. I ordered it from Costco who ordered it from HP who spent a week sitting ( Read more... )

I just opened my web browser to check my email, and...


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Writing exercises are kind of fun. I have a hell of a time getting started, but they can be interesting once I get something going. Since there are certain people who are impatiently waiting to see what I'm trying to churn out for my writing class, I thought I'd post some of the things we've done in class as a compromise. Also, I have nothing ( Read more... )

It has come to my attention that the current slogan for breast cancer awareness is "Feel your boobies."

...Huh. Well, I know I'm inspired.

Oh boy. For my writing class, we've been reading over each other's work to share thoughts and constructive criticism. I've got a big stack of papers to read, and some of them are a bit...um. Well, I'm thinking I may end up being a bitch who writes mean things on people's papers but doesn't say anything in class.

So that'll be fun.

But I guess that's ( Read more... )

Vlad the Astrophysicist, by Peter Mulvey

Listen to that; it's fantastic. It's also about one of my professors.