It's about time I got back to this. I would hate to be counted amongst the slackers currently littering the web with their shamefully unupdated excuses for blogs. (you know who you are.)
Right now, I'm as sick as a....I can't seem to conjure up a simile that accurately portrays exactly how horrible I feel, and look, for that matter. (I am coming to your monitor today from the computer lab at Cerritos College...unfortunately for me, 'tis a very public area.) Well, just use your imagination and envisage an image of such hideous proportions as would frighten a small child. Got it? That would be me. Now, multiply that by a googleplex. That's how I feel. You can thank me for the charming mental (to give you an idea of how sick I am, I originally spelled that mentle) pictures I've had you contrive at your earliest convenience. :)
Boy, do I ever hate being sick. You can't think, you can't work, you can't play, you can't exercise...and you can hardly eat. It's a state of being that is neither life nor death. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Today alone I have consumed 3500% of my daily allotted vitamin C, and 1 ounce of Swedish Bitter. (A devilish concoction of Vodka and bitter herbs renowned for its healing properties.) Yesterday, I chewed and swallowed 4 cloves of raw, organic garlic. (WAY more potent than your average supermarket stuff.) Needless to say, any person unfortunate enough to be in my immediate vicinity was in danger of being knocked clear into next week. Amy, dear, as a fellow Sickie, I feel your pain.
On the bright side, the 3 out of my 5 professors for this semester that I have met are super sweet and very funny.
English 100 Professor: "You should have received an e-mail from me last week explaining the purpose and length of this orientation. Did any of you receive this e-mail?"
Several hands go up.
"If you did not receive this e-mail, you either are not enrolled in this class, or the e-mail from me is currently in your junk folder... please go home and tell your computer that I am not junk."
-Stephen Clifford
I already "buzzed" about my biology professor. You can pull up a new tab if you'd like to see her quote. I've heard it takes quite a bit of effort, but, you know, I have faith you can muscle your way through this arduous task.
I do have something else to share from biology. Last night I used a microscope for the first time in my life. It. Was. AWESOME! I examined the leaf of an aquatic plant, my finger, the letter 'e', and brine shrimp. BTW, your hands are much filthier than you think they are. In order for the human eye to perceive an object, in must be at least 0.1 mm in size. There's a heap of stuff on your finger that you can't even see. It's pretty gross, and really neat to observe. Mom was right, though, don't eat with your fingers.
My Spanish teacher is hilarious. She is the smallest woman I have ever seen, and she speaks 5 languages. She looks like an older version of Disney's Jane from "Tarzan". The same up swept bun, and the same facial features. She also has really cute spectacles. She pronounced my last name with astonishing accuracy and informed me it was French. I was none too pleased with that piece of news, so I informed her that it was, in fact, Romanian...and she had pronounced it in a rather Frenchy way. She slowly raised her spectacles. Thus began a lecture which concluded with me conceding that perhaps I had been a wee bit hasty and that my last name was borrowed from the Frenchies. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.
SO, I'm pretty happy and thankful for my classes and professors thus far. :)
These past few weeks preceding the start of the Fall Semester have been a total blast! Why? Because Laura Brown and Kayla Updike have graced us with their superawesomefunnycharmingbeautiful selves. We went shopping, did a photo shoot, had our make up done,(although not to the extent that SOME people did theirs. I seriously doubt Ally reads my blog, and so, this inside joke is completely wasted), and we had pedicures to boot! Not to mention all the totes amazing laughs we shared. I have two things to say to you girls...never, EVER Facebook stalk anyone, AND, when in doubt, belt it!
All the rest of you less privileged beings(less privileged in that you could not understand the above paragraph) welcome back to my blog post. Oh, you've left? Oh. Well, ok then. Have a great week. ...Toodles.
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It's only my second day back on campus, and already I'm getting a bit peeved, albeit, on only one issue...for now.
1) Um Question. Girls, if you positively have to dye your hair, why must you be so indecisive? What's with all the blue and purple streaked blondes? Why the neon highlighted dread locks? WHY? It's visually disconcerting and emotionally disturbing. I would like to be one of the first to protest this brutal form of ocular harassment. Thank you.
