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.

Genetics Makes me Silly

So I'm reading cake wrecks (as should all of you) and it is all about patriotic/9-11 cakes and it included this jem:



Apparently it is supposed to be fireworks, I think, actually I don't really know. BUT I am a huge dork, I have to draw a lot of diagrams in my genetics class (very basic diagrams mind you) and all I could think when I saw this cake was: What do chromosomes have to do with 9/11?

Turtle Puppy

You've probably seen this by now but just in case....

You can't possibly say you're having a bad day after watching this. I swear it cured my aching legs.

Where's My Skillz At?

When I worked at Yardi, I knew everyone. You could give me a name and I could tell you their title, their department, and what office they were in. I could tell you if they were related to anyone else in the company, I could tell you any previous names they went by, or their nick name, or their actual name if they went by a different name. There were probably 800 people in the company when I left. If they were in my office (about 250-300 people) I knew them by sight as well.

Since the semester started I have run into two people from previous classes (summer semester and both fall and spring of last year), both of them knew my name immediately, I have no idea what their names are. For one of them it wasn't until after we had ceased talking that I even remembered what class I had with them.

So that skill is gone apparently.

Overheard on the Bus

Most people are pretty quiet on the bus, some are not. Three different times (from three different women) I have heard some slight variation of the below cell phone conversation:

woman: Is so-and-so there?
...
woman: I tried his cell phone and he ain't answerin.
...
woman: Well you tell him that I need my money and he better get it to me now.
...
woman: Whatever, you just tell him I called.
...
*hangs up*
woman: Bitch.

First, you have to imagine that this conversation happens at a volume that the entire bus can hear. Second, I mean "answerin" and not "answering." Third, the "bitch" at the end is non-negotiable, it was the finale to all three conversations.

Two out of three times the woman immediately called someone else (a friend perhaps) and related the whole story to them about how "he ain't gettin [her] the money." I have to imagine that these friends hear this story a lot.

5lb Gummi Bear

nooo not a 5lb BAG of gummi bears (which I have purchased in my lifetime, shut up) but one gummi bear that weighs 5lbs. I can't deny how much I kinda want.



In the end I think I'd rather just have these. You can't beat Haribo.

Ok, back to memorizing Genetics for my quiz tomorrow. "But didn't class just start last week??" you say??? Why yes, but apparently we will be quizzed or tested every week. Oh and also if you score below a B you must have a personal counseling session with the teacher to discuss why. "But aren't you an adult??" you may ask. "I guess not," I will respond.