If I was still dancing with any level of competency I think I would only want to do Mandy Moore* routines.
From this week:
From a couple seasons ago (and I think I've shared this before but I can't get enough):
Maybe 80's tunes just make me want to dance.
*This is not Mandy Moore the singer / wannabe but isn't really dancer, totally different Mandy Moore.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
In case you are wondering where I've been the last couple of weeks well quite frankly I've been wallowing and eating mashed potatoes for more meals than I choose to admit to* BUT I've also been studying. You see tomorrow I have a Genetics test and I have to know a lot for it. Not just basically know it and be able to answer questions where if you have the basic gist of the answer you get credit, NO. I have to KNOW everything, word for word.
Everything on these flash cards (pencil for scale) has to be in my brain.
Along with eight pages of diagrams that look like this:
I also have to be able to answer any question that has been assigned for homework (a LOT) and do some other things that don't really fit on flash cards like centromere and three point mapping.
I wanna go home now.
*Don't misunderstand me, these things are also going on, I just have to study in between bites.
Everything on these flash cards (pencil for scale) has to be in my brain.
Along with eight pages of diagrams that look like this:
I also have to be able to answer any question that has been assigned for homework (a LOT) and do some other things that don't really fit on flash cards like centromere and three point mapping.
I wanna go home now.
*Don't misunderstand me, these things are also going on, I just have to study in between bites.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I have found the new worst word in the English language: Heartbroken. It is a ridiculous, trite, and cliche word used to describe something that is anything but. It makes me feel like some silly girl out of a Jane Austen novel who just got home from the ball "heartbroken" because the gentleman wouldn't dance with me. I'm banishing it. Come up with something better.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
beepbeep beepbeep beepbeep beepbeep
So I start packing up my kitchen and I throw all the magnets on my fridge (which is kind of a lot) into a ziplock bag and pack them in my mixing bowls near the bottom of one of my largest packing boxes. This box ends up being filled with odds and ends. The kind of packing you do after midnight the day before movers arrive at your house, the kind that involves just taking large armfulls of random things and putting them in boxes? That is what this box consisted of.
One of the magnets I have is a kitchen timer. This kitchen timer beeps when it goes off and it keeps beeping until you press the button to make it shut up. On more than one occasion I have wondered how long this timer will beep if I don't press the button. Usually I can't make it more than about a minute before I absolutely have to make it stop so I really had no idea. Notice I said "HAD no idea." Now I know that it will beep for 30 minutes if you don't press the button. I learned this between 2:30am and 3am on Friday night while it beeped at me as I finished packing. I wasn't all that annoyed with it during the time because I had music going that pretty much drowned it out but around 3am when I decided to be finished and go to bed, THEN it was annoying me. See, I knew that despite the fact that it was in the bottom of a box full of other things downstairs and that I would be trying to sleep upstairs that I would be able to hear it and with my brain still wired from the half a coke I had at 4pm I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.
I sat on the couch for probably 2-4 minutes just staring at the box and willing it to stop but it wouldn't. I finally decided that I was going to have to unpack the box and find the stupid thing. Once the decision was made I jumped up, grabbed the scissors, turned around, and stopped dead in my tracks. The beeping had stopped. I honestly didn't know what to do. If I moved would it start again? What if I put down the scissors? Had it just reset? Was the beeping going to start again? The silence was too much for my wired, yet exhausted, brain to handle at 3am. I carefully put down the scissors and went to bed.
It started beeping again the next day at the new house when Michael was over and we were sort of unpacking things. Again it stopped as soon as I decided that I was going to find it and shut it off. Apparently it isn't 30 minutes, it is just however long I am willing to put up with it.
One of the magnets I have is a kitchen timer. This kitchen timer beeps when it goes off and it keeps beeping until you press the button to make it shut up. On more than one occasion I have wondered how long this timer will beep if I don't press the button. Usually I can't make it more than about a minute before I absolutely have to make it stop so I really had no idea. Notice I said "HAD no idea." Now I know that it will beep for 30 minutes if you don't press the button. I learned this between 2:30am and 3am on Friday night while it beeped at me as I finished packing. I wasn't all that annoyed with it during the time because I had music going that pretty much drowned it out but around 3am when I decided to be finished and go to bed, THEN it was annoying me. See, I knew that despite the fact that it was in the bottom of a box full of other things downstairs and that I would be trying to sleep upstairs that I would be able to hear it and with my brain still wired from the half a coke I had at 4pm I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.
I sat on the couch for probably 2-4 minutes just staring at the box and willing it to stop but it wouldn't. I finally decided that I was going to have to unpack the box and find the stupid thing. Once the decision was made I jumped up, grabbed the scissors, turned around, and stopped dead in my tracks. The beeping had stopped. I honestly didn't know what to do. If I moved would it start again? What if I put down the scissors? Had it just reset? Was the beeping going to start again? The silence was too much for my wired, yet exhausted, brain to handle at 3am. I carefully put down the scissors and went to bed.
It started beeping again the next day at the new house when Michael was over and we were sort of unpacking things. Again it stopped as soon as I decided that I was going to find it and shut it off. Apparently it isn't 30 minutes, it is just however long I am willing to put up with it.
Monday, October 12, 2009
How was your week last week?
Mine went something like this:
Sunday: I could see doom on the horizon. I knew this week was going to be the confluence of everything and that I wasn't going to like it. I knew I had two midterms on Friday, a "quiz from hell" (direct quote from teacher) on Wednesday, a paper due on Thursday, homework assignments due Wednesday, Thursday, & Friday, and a little something called needing to be out of my apartment by Saturday and not getting the keys to the new place until Friday afternoon. Umm lets see, oh yes, and you know that feeling you have when you just know you are going to wake up sick the next day? I'd had that for over a week.
Monday: Physics teacher announces that we will be retaking the first test because everyone did so poorly. And this will be happening on Friday. Awesome, thanks.
Tuesday: The guy from work who promised to bring the boxes he used to move, didn't bring in the boxes he used to move. Now, I have no boxes. Awesome, thanks.
Wednesday: Wake up sick. Awesome, thanks.
Thursday: Fairly normal despite being exhausted, high on dayquil and not really prepared for all the tests I have on Friday.
Friday: Apparently actually studying doesn't really influence my understanding of Physics, good to know. English midterm goes fine. Statistics midterm, well lets just say that this was the one test of the week I was really confident about and then I realized I forgot my calculator.
Then there was moving. So it turns out the guy DID bring boxes, he just put them in the storage unit so they wouldn't clutter the office. The locked storage unit that I don't have a key to, in a storage facility a mile away, behind a gate that I don't have the code to open. Yeah, strange that I didn't think to look there. Also, the LOADS of boxes he was bringing turned out to be 3 normal sized moving boxes and 6 liquor case boxes. So there I am, 5:00pm on Friday with basically no boxes and movers coming at 9:00 the next morning. I think I'll put the move in another post later, there were some interesting moments, or at least moments that made me want to kill people but that others might find amusing.
PS - Uhaul is by far the cheapest place to buy boxes if you have to go that route.
Sunday: I could see doom on the horizon. I knew this week was going to be the confluence of everything and that I wasn't going to like it. I knew I had two midterms on Friday, a "quiz from hell" (direct quote from teacher) on Wednesday, a paper due on Thursday, homework assignments due Wednesday, Thursday, & Friday, and a little something called needing to be out of my apartment by Saturday and not getting the keys to the new place until Friday afternoon. Umm lets see, oh yes, and you know that feeling you have when you just know you are going to wake up sick the next day? I'd had that for over a week.
Monday: Physics teacher announces that we will be retaking the first test because everyone did so poorly. And this will be happening on Friday. Awesome, thanks.
Tuesday: The guy from work who promised to bring the boxes he used to move, didn't bring in the boxes he used to move. Now, I have no boxes. Awesome, thanks.
Wednesday: Wake up sick. Awesome, thanks.
Thursday: Fairly normal despite being exhausted, high on dayquil and not really prepared for all the tests I have on Friday.
Friday: Apparently actually studying doesn't really influence my understanding of Physics, good to know. English midterm goes fine. Statistics midterm, well lets just say that this was the one test of the week I was really confident about and then I realized I forgot my calculator.
Then there was moving. So it turns out the guy DID bring boxes, he just put them in the storage unit so they wouldn't clutter the office. The locked storage unit that I don't have a key to, in a storage facility a mile away, behind a gate that I don't have the code to open. Yeah, strange that I didn't think to look there. Also, the LOADS of boxes he was bringing turned out to be 3 normal sized moving boxes and 6 liquor case boxes. So there I am, 5:00pm on Friday with basically no boxes and movers coming at 9:00 the next morning. I think I'll put the move in another post later, there were some interesting moments, or at least moments that made me want to kill people but that others might find amusing.
PS - Uhaul is by far the cheapest place to buy boxes if you have to go that route.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Colors are Hard
Do you ever say a word a bunch of times until it looses all meaning? This happened to me this weekend. I believe it was driving home from my genetics test on Friday night, I don't remember what the word was (I think it started with a P and had a K - or a hard C - somewhere in the middle) but it was something Michael and I were saying back and forth until I decided to just repeat it a bunch of times and it lost all meaning. It was like super funny to me but I'm pretty sure Michael was laughing AT me and not WITH me.
There is a point to that rambling paragraph. Sort of.
Today in my discussion section for Genetics (sensing a pattern???) we were doing this worksheet and it had a lot of color phenotypes on it so I'm staring at this thing that says
P - Yellow x Yellow
F1 - All Green
F2 - 9:3 Green:Yellow
After staring at the problem for a few minutes and discussing with the group all I can think is "that can't possibly be how you spell green. how do you spell it then? grene? no that is way more wrong, I guess it has to be green. weird." And just as I've hit the point where I'm pretty sure I'm crazy the guy behind me asks his group, "Is that really how you spell yellow??? It just looks wrong."
Thank God for people willing to say things out loud. I would not have been able to concentrate with this issue had he not spoken up, I mean seriously??? Of COURSE that is how you spell yellow! Wow, people these days.
There is a point to that rambling paragraph. Sort of.
Today in my discussion section for Genetics (sensing a pattern???) we were doing this worksheet and it had a lot of color phenotypes on it so I'm staring at this thing that says
P - Yellow x Yellow
F1 - All Green
F2 - 9:3 Green:Yellow
After staring at the problem for a few minutes and discussing with the group all I can think is "that can't possibly be how you spell green. how do you spell it then? grene? no that is way more wrong, I guess it has to be green. weird." And just as I've hit the point where I'm pretty sure I'm crazy the guy behind me asks his group, "Is that really how you spell yellow??? It just looks wrong."
Thank God for people willing to say things out loud. I would not have been able to concentrate with this issue had he not spoken up, I mean seriously??? Of COURSE that is how you spell yellow! Wow, people these days.
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