Dead LAST

If any of you have ever been last out of chem lab, then you know where I'm coming from. Not just staying late, not just second-to-last- but LAST. Dead LAST. The TA is in the corner making up busy work for himself to do while "we're" (talk to me for further explanation) frantically graphing things, calculating things, scribbling things, solving things. Meanwhile my ex-TA, now my head-TA has nothing better to do but taunt me as I try to figure out why "we" found a 603% error in the experiment that was painstakingly carried out during the first 4 hours of the lab. Hmmmmm. (Gordon --> think a baby lamb with the head of an 80-year-old man getting its guts eaten alive by bloody earthworms and maggots). Sorry for those of you to whom that grotesque statement does not apply. Please erase it from your memory, if you can... ANYway, the lab is done. I missed my biology review session, I skipped dinner, I am trying to move on to other homework and yet that horrid 603% just looms in the back of my mind!! And for those of you who may happen to be completing this lab in the very near future (this week) remember these simple words- "Do not, do NOT, DO NOT get vacuum grease on the flask stopper!" Also, a word of kind advice to anyone, chem-labbers and others a like... If you have been heating water in a beaker for 2-3 hours and, let's say, it has been boiling for quite some time, it's generally not a good idea to touch that water as you pour it out into the sink. Even if it has been cooling for, say, 2-3 minutes. And this one's for Hayden-- as you watch yourself pour that water down the drain (no touching!), please oh please don't watch the stir bar go down with it! Alright, I hope science treats you all much better than it treated me today. And Mike Tarselli...watch out.

Different Title

Volatile. Now there's a cool word.

Well the blog IS about being random!

Have you ever thought about human evolution in terms of emotions and facial expressions? Obviously having the capability to make such diverse and elaborate facial expressions in order to express both our conscious and subconcious feelings must have aided in our reproduction and survival as a species at some point. I mean think about it, somewhere along the line there was a monkey-human that couldn't smirk right and one that just couldn't get that flirtacious grin and eyelash-batting thing down and then POOF! They were Darwinated from human evolutionary history. Just like that. I know it's sad, but I think it's even more lamentable that further research has not been conducted on this matter.

Darwinated (v): to be eliminated from an evolutionary timeline on account of one's failure to adapt to one's environment or be naturally selected for one's physical and reproductive attributes (1), to be kicked swiftly in the groin (2)

Awkward...

Shadow my RA and interview him?
Wouldn't making awkward conversation with a mute, hunchback baboon do just about the same thing?

Boo on 8 O'clock Classes

So I skipped my 8 O'clock class. Bio Schmio. It is a silly class anyways- seriously, once we move beyond basic chromosome structure and statistics maybe I will once again grace the class with my presence. I don't see the need for that at the moment. But may I just say that the difference between having an 8 O'clock class and a 9 O'clock class is AMAZING. I have so much energy right now I could sit through another whole chemistry lesson! Okay, that may be taking it kind of far. But you get my point. Yay.

Blue Yodelin' Extravaganza

I just listened to Jimmie Rodgers for about an hour and a half and as much as I LOVE yodeling, I believe it's time to listen to some lovely, overproduced, commercialized country music...

O-de-lay-ee-o
lay-ee-ay
lay-eeeeeeeeeeeeee

And THAT is the closest any of you will EVER get to hearing me yodel.

Breakfast is a wonderful meal

All in one morning I learned what grits truly are, tasted a pumpkin muffin (weird- I know!), and watched someone make his own lemonade. I woke up at 4:45 for that?? Thanks guys really-- consider this my shout out to Sam, Brandon, and David.

The Bro

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So...

If anyone ever stops to count the number of sentences, and more importantly, the number of blog entries I start with "so..." or "okay so..." then I'm totally screwed. Oops.

Les Miserables

So I'm not majoring in French (and by that I mean I've never taken or ever wanted to take a single French class), but I think Les Miserables is probably pretty frickin' close to being spelled correctly. I don't know- maybe I'll check out HyperDictionary.com later. And yes that was a shameless, nerdy promotion of the INCREDIBLE website I found early today. Anyway, I've been listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack pretty much constantly for the last couple of days. It's amazing, you should all check it out if you haven't ever before. (Do you hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men, it is the music of a people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes! Pure gold....) I don't know what compelled me to blog that. Apparently my life was boring today. Sorry folks. Happy Birthday Kim! (see? now the day of her birth is forever immortalized on the internet!) So I'm also aware that "forever immortalized" is probably rather redundant. Again, why am I blogging this blabber? And is that really a word? Listen to Vienna by Billy Joel, it'll change your life.

In search of a freak like me

Is there anyone out there who cannot do the following without flipping someone off (accidentally of course...)?

1) Make the y-hand (ASL), aka the hang-loose hand with your thumb and pinky-finger out and your other three fingers bent into your fist.
2) Do this with both hands and hold them so your palms are facing up

Please oh please let there be someone else out there that can't do it!! I'm on a hunt!

Another stupid Hayley Moment...

...and before you say anything- YES, I know there are many of them!! So I signed up to serve breakfast at a local homeless shelter with PCM. I feel like that is a nice thing for me to do- a solid, good use of my time. I will share love and fellowship with my Presbyterian companions and lend a hand to help those less fortunate in this great city of Chapel Hill. That's all nice and all, but oh WAIT- did I not mention the time?? Oh dear, I really should have said something. It's at 5 AM. That's 5 in the morning. Oh-five-hundred-hours. The big 5-0-0. Before the sunrise. 5 in the AM, 5 in the morn, top-a-the-mornin'-to-ya and all that jazz. So that should be fun. Don't get me wrong, I'm still really really looking forward to it, and I'm almost 78.6% sure that I'll wake up with my alarm too! I'm just not looking forward to the rest of my day, Bio 50 (8 AM), Chem 21 (9 AM), Italian 2 (11 AM), Psyc 10 (12 PM), and Chem 21 Lab (1-5 PM). So if I make it (and I expect all of you to pray that I do), I'm thinking there is some certain "sleeping-in" to be done on Tuesday morning!!

Snow?

Okay, it's snowing. That's cool and all, but where are the snow days? I mean, I'm sitting at my computer before getting ready for an 8 o'clock class just hoping that a little sign will pop up on the UNC homepage telling me to crawl back into my warm bed. But no, I guess I'm just going to be walking to class in the cold...when did I become such a wimp?

I learned all of that in one day?

So people go to college to learn things and I did just that. And today was a day full of learning. I learned that AP Bio only scratched the surface and I should be afraid. Very afraid. I learned that chemistry CAN get more boring (despite what I thought last semester). I discovered that giant hands projected on the wall of a lecture hall can be very frightening- subsequently I learned that letting out sudden gasps in large crowds can make others jump and give you weird glances. Ok, as if that wasn't enough knowledge gained for one day, there's oh so much more... I learned that I do, in fact, hate coffee. This I have known for sometime but thought had maybe blown over. I was wrong. I'll stick to convincing myself that there is caffeine in water. Let's see...next I learned that I should just keep my mouth closed in Italian. After I made fun of the professor for not knowing what ultimate frisbee was, I proceeded to answer several questions in a broken, non-comprehendable alien-morph code that I had mistaken for Italian. Man do I know how to butcher a beautiful language. In psychology I learned that films from the 70's should not include (very) close-up shots of men with beards and freaky eyes. I also learned that one must make a hypothesis before conducting an experiment. That was a doozy. (More like a snoozy- ha!) I learned not to make bad puns. I learned that "Tripper" buses do not take you to South Campus, but rather drop you at remote locations because of the drivers' inability to brake in the snow. Oh, and I learned that it actually does snow in North Carolina- who'd have thought? I learned to wear shoes with traction on the ice right AFTER I learned how it felt to fall on my arse on the sidewalk in front of a bus. This point was reinforced several times on the walk home. I particularly learned to make sure that there are no cute boys on their cell phones with their grandfathers walking behind me while I walk (aka "slide" and "fall") down a steep, icy slope in clogs. This brought me to learning that "(laughter) No, no grandpa, I'm okay. But the girl I'm walking with just wiped out again" is a less than humorous phrase.

I learned that I hate computers- 'nuff said.

But, altogether, I learned that it is OKAY to laugh at myself sometimes- or all of the time, which seemed to be the case today...

Trivial Pursuit

Ok so last night we played an ultra-fun game of Trivial Pursuit- 90's Edition ("the most trivial of decades"- that was for you Hayden). I found out that I really don't know much about the 90's!! It turns out that former automobile execs, whitewater criminals, and sportsmen of the year aren't my knowledge specialty. Oh well, I knew that the Huxtables lived in Brooklyn, and that's all that really matters! Plus I learned new and invaluable information! For example...llamas make good caddies, Barbie's knees make good finger-joint replacements, you'll get fined $50 for jaywalking in New York City, Studio 33 is named after Bob Barker, Hilary Clinton spilled her life story out to Matt Lauer, Tom Hanks would leave his wife for Antonio Banderas, NO ONE wants Calista Flockhart's body, Tiger Woods was extremely talented from the womb, and "Mr. Stabby" is the most clever name that Fox tv writers could come up with for Buffy's vampire-slaying wooden stake. I rest my case. It was a night to remember.
ps- I now know Sam as less of a Dazed and Confused fanatic and more of a Dazed and Confused LUNATIC

Lofted Beds

Lofted Beds. The work of Satan.

Half a week- WHAT??

So school does things sometimes just to trick and ANNOY innocent, bystanding students. Like short weeks, for one example. (Font sizes and cafeteria lunch are others, but those are whole different stories...) I got to today thinking Friday! Glorious Friday! I was so proud of myself for making it through an entire week of class and then BAM!!! OH WAIT--it's a short week. School just started on Wednesday!! So now not only am I un-proud of myself, but I am burdened by the sheer embarassment that school got the better of me once again. I'm fed up! I'll get you school...

Grand Plans...

So I had some grand plans for winter break. They included running/working out everyday (I went to the gym once a while back...), not eating Christmas cookies (well I won't eat any now that they're all GONE!), keeping my room semi-clean (sorry Mom), scrapbooking the rest of my summer vacation (I'm still working on the finding-my-pictures part of that operation...), NOT sleeping in until noon everyday (11 o'clock ain't bad!!), buying new jeans (CHECK!), NOT buying any new shoes (they were on sale...), reading the newspaper/catching up on current events (wait, tsunami what? oh yeah...), reading up on study abroad programs (hmmmm... maybe it will read up on itself?), reading 3 books (I'm almost done with that first one!), studying Italian (Io forgotto it all-o...), and updating my blog a LOT (that obviously happened...). So, as you can see my break has been exceedingly productive... In fact, as I look back I'm not quite sure WHAT I've been doing this whole time. Oh well, it has been fun!! And I've proven to myself yet again why making New Year's resolutions would just never work for me. I leave you (and this rather annoyingly long post) with some words from "Mission Responsible"

Be a part of your own decision

See your future with tunnel vision

Take a chance if you want to survive

You do want to survive, don't you?

Be the talk of a conversation

You're a superstar out of isolation

Get the keys

It's your turn to drive

I'll see all you Carolina folks soon!