Italian Bot

There are times in your life when you wish you had an Italian-speaking Robot. It could help you learn the language the night before your midterm. It could correct you when you are butchering the language. It could fill out your workbook for you so there wouldn't be more correction pen than actual work. It could playfully remind you that a verb in the passato prossimo does not agree when it takes avere and is preceded by a direct OR indirect pronoun. This is one of those times...

AAAAAAHH!!

As certain friends can attest to, I scare fairly easily. I have a girlish scream and I can jump really high unexpectedly. All of these character flaws came together today when I, walking back to Craige, passed by the dumpsters in front of Mo-Town. I thought, "hey, there's a dumpster, I could throw away my trash." (A normal thought, right?) So I threw my wrapper in the garbage and apparently disturbed some dumpster-nesting SQUIRREL. And as all of us Chapel Hillians know, our squirrels are mutants. He was enormous and jumped out of the dumpster, several feet in the air, and dived into the next dumpster. It was at that point I was very glad I hadn't consumed any large quantity of beverage yet that morning. That stupid squirrel scared the living bejesus out of me, and if my heart hadn't stopped beating I probably would have landed somewhere near the parking deck.... Lesson learned? Littering is safer. (Just kidding of course, but really- the things I go through to save my planet!!)

FOCUS POCUS

I went half blind in biology today (I'd like to say I was blinded by knowledge or something philosophical but no, I was just blind). I don't know what's wrong with my eyes but after I got my vision back, Ben pointed out to me in Italian that my right eye was really super dilated and my left eye wasn't at all. I guess that explained why my depth perception was even more severely lacking than normal and my eyes kept on refocusing like a camera. I think the pupils are back to normal now, I think I'll wear my glasses for awhile. I am a wee bit concerned.

Phenomenologically speaking....

I would like to personally thank my chemistry 21 professor Weeks, for introducing me to the wondrous vocabularic feat that is "phenomenological". It is possible the greatest word ever (if I can get it out in one try). So anyone out there who is in my class or has taken Weeks before knows what I am talking about. If we haven't heard "phenomenological" or "phenomenologically" at least 5 or 6 times a class period (often that many times within a span of a few sentences), the only conclusion for us to make is that someone has stolen our professor and replaced him with some sort of malfunctioning bot. At first it was terribly annoying because what kind of man can say "phenomenologically" every few minutes without fail but cannot spell "compile", "measure", "temperature", "energy", "pressure", "equation", or "natural log". Now it's just humorous. Phenomenologically speaking we're starting a phenomenological tally of how many times he can phenomenologically use that phenomenologic word!! It'll be phenomenological!!!

By the way, if anyone has a clear definition of what this word actually means- do share. Jolly good.

SO excited

I really shouldn't have tacked my Dierks Bentley ticket up on the board right next to my desk because every time I sit here, I see it and just get so dang excited again! Then I picture what it would be like if my Doc Watson ticket was posted there too.... and it's amazing. I can't WAIT to go to Winston-Salem in UNDER a month, woohoo!!

O hok

O hok. Coming to a blog entry near you.

Power Nap

Power naps are officially amazing! People try to tell me that they take 45 minute power naps or hour-and-a-half power naps-- come ON folks! Those are not power naps, those are everyday, run of the mill, average Joe, Plain Jane NAPS. Power Nap = 15 minutes or less (preferably less if you have 4 midterms next week...). I'll admit that my decision to lay my head down on my bio book and take a 10 minute nap in the study lounge surrounded by people sneakily eyeing my desk (I got there early and got the best one) was probably not my FINEST moment, but mmmmmmmmm it was good. I could hardly keep my eyes open before, but after- oh MAN, I just read bio and psychology like never before. Y'all should try it. 10 minutes, it'll blow your mind....

Mushy Brown Carrots?

I'm taking a very scientific poll- it's called, Do You Agree With Me, Or My Twerp of a Brother? I expect all of you to weigh in-- and yes, this includes all of you closet blog-stalkers out there who think I don't know you're out there. All I can say, is there's a reason I allow anonymous posts! Here's how we do- read this IM conversation between me (CORhino9) and Connor (aforementioned twerp-- CJWViper), and then simply post who you agree with and why.

CORhino9: well I'll just get your opinion then
CORhino9: is it a bad thing to have brown mushy goop coming out of your baby carrots?
CJWViper: yes
CJWViper: but i wouldnt know im allergic
CORhino9: this is true
CJWViper: even without goo
CORhino9: haha
CORhino9: I mean, it was just one carrot in a whole bag though
CORhino9: and I had already eaten about 20
CORhino9: before I touched the mush
CJWViper: maybe im a goo-aphobic and i actually just tell people im allergic to carrots even though im not because im afraid of goo
CJWViper: oh my gosh wash hands now
CJWViper: remove keyboard cover and buy a new one
CORhino9: hmmmmm, what if it is magical goo?
CJWViper: oh no this is serious
CORhino9: what if I could actually sell this goo for an unimaginable sum of money?
CORhino9: it might cure cancer, or halitosis-- maybe even male pattern baldness
CJWViper: lol
CJWViper: that is a sexlinked trait
CORhino9: that's not to say there's no cure (ps don't get me started on genetics- I'm in a genetics class)
CORhino9: but back to the carrots...do you really think I should throw them out?
CJWViper: atleast all the mushy ones
CJWViper: and id powerwash the rest
CORhino9: there was only 1! and I don't trust the water here
CORhino9: I might be better off with the goo
CJWViper: well then wait for the rains to come and wash them in the rain
CORhino9: you are a blithering idiot
CORhino9: I'm going to keep my carrots
CJWViper: id wash'em
CJWViper: maybe you could wash them with juice
CORhino9: I'd eat 'em as fast as I can just to spite you
CJWViper: they will make you turn orange
CORhino9: oh right, let me pull out my industrial sized jug of "washing juice" that was brilliant, really...
CJWViper: well atleast wash them down with a glass of milk
CORhino9: ok, so repeat your final judgment- what should I do with my carrots- simply stated
CJWViper: eat'em or throw them away
CORhino9: which one? those are very different options
CJWViper: or maybe throw away half and eat half kind of like a probability type thing
CORhino9: I'm not throwing away my carrots!

Statement summaries?
Connor--> brown mushiness and carrots don't mix, toss 'em or trust in probability
Me--> I paid good money for those carrots and gosh darn it, I'm going to eat them!

Battleship

Did I really just play Battleship on a Thursday night when I have homework to do that has been building up for almost 2 weeks? The answer is a resounding yes. Abby and I popped in the Titanic soundtrack, cracked open a nice game-o-Battleship (courtesy of Craige RHA), and started having the evening of our lives!! Okay, it wasn't magical or anything, but it sure brought back some childhood memories. The event was commemorated in Abby's later away message:
This is what happens when you play Battleship with a Bio major:

Me: "F1."
Hayley: "...generation."

Alas, it was a good time. However, I will admit that the night turned a little weird when we decided to take pictures of each other pretending to eat the carrier ships.... curious? I'm sure there will be new facebook pictures this week!

Convo with B-rad

So, Brad is a funny guy. I'm really glad I stumbled upon his screen name because now we can have random conversations, talking through each other's names.... that made a lot more sense in my head, but if you think about it (hard for you blonde folks out there, I know) it is perfectly logical. Brad, you are my idol. If only I could spell definitely "definately" as well as you.... O! To be in Indiana at a school I can't pronounce...

Hallelujah!

Can I just say that I thought it was hilarious when, during the Student Sunday church a week ago, someone's cell phone rang VERY loudly?!?! People would have been mad if the ring hadn't been Hallelujah. So funny.

Cover Stuff

Okay, first of all, read my conversation with Quinny below. It's hilarious. Second of all, I've been thinking about the book A Thousand Acres a LOT lately. I don't know why, it's really random. But I have also been thinking about the concept of a cover song a lot lately, probably because of the country music project I just finished. So I'm assuming that this is why these two thoughts came together in the middle of the night last night to wake me up to a profound idea-- A Thousand Acres is a cover of King Lear. I know you all will not be stunned right away, you might even think I'm a little crazy at first, but let the idea sink in and talk to me once you've reached the "I'm beyond amazed, Hayley is a genius" stage.

Conversation with Quinny

Emerald5786: hahaha i dont know how concerned they are with professionalism in country music as a genre
Emerald5786: I mean their "uniform" consists of clothes that you would clean out a pig pen in
CORhino9: uhhhh my professor might have a heart attack if she heard you say that
Emerald5786: hahaha
CORhino9: are you dissing nudie suits?
CORhino9: because they're hand made in California
Emerald5786: are they now
CORhino9: and anything Hank Williams wore is NOT fit for cleaning a pig pen
CORhino9: he is a living legend
CORhino9: except dead
Emerald5786: well what about tim mcgraw
Emerald5786: he wears jeans and plaid shirts and boots
Emerald5786: he’s like a cowboy
CORhino9: he's LIKE a cowboy?
CORhino9: I can't believe you just said that
Emerald5786: well he's not actually a cowboy
CORhino9: lalalalalala I can't hear you
Emerald5786: I meant like in the classical sense of the word
Emerald5786: is he really a cowboy?
CORhino9: YES and I'm going to marry him
CORhino9: after he dumps that floozie
Emerald5786: with the awesome recording career

Sarah Quinn, crushing my dreams since the day I met her…

Awkward elevator situations

I think I could start a whole new blog just to document my awkward elevator situations, but let's face it people- I do NOT need another distraction in my life. So I will just post them on here, it's better for everyone. So today's batch of awkwardness came on the excruciatingly long trip from the 1st floor to the 6th floor of Craige, during which trip the girl and guy that were in the elevator with me shamelessly flirted with one another and fed each other candy hearts. On a scale of one to awkward... So it's official- Valentine's Day and inescapable, enclosed spaces do NOT mix.

WHOA that clock must be wrong

So it's almost 5am (and if you're checking the blog time right now, I guarantee you it's wrong because I never bothered to set it- chalk one up for shameless procrastination!) and I have been studying chemistry since approximately 11:30pm. That is so sad. It is even more sad when I realize that the first 4 hours of that was only spent on two chapters. And just when you thought my academic/social existence couldn't get any more pathetic....I am taking a "study break", but since I may very well be the only person awake in Craige (minus that half-drunk kid in the hall), I am spending my well-deserved free time by writing a new blog entry. To take my patheticness to a record low (yes, even for me), I have now begun to write my blog entry about writing my blog entry. And if any of you out there are still reading, not likely, I would like you to listen very closely. Can you hear it? That faded clicking? Listen a little harder....you can almost hear the sound of our collective IQ pool shrinking. So I advise that you stop reading this and start reading some Dickens or Hemingway, or even better yet, some Joseph Conrad. Save yourselves!! It's too late for me, I'm already slipping back into the numbing world of kinetic molecular theories, stoichiometric ratios, colligative properties and (shudder) Boltzman Plots...pray for my soul....

I'm Horribly Unproductive

That's all. I just wanted to let it go down in cyber history that I'm horribly unproductive.

Not Too Shabby...

I hereby relinquish my title as the last one out of chem lab to some other sucker. I am but the third to last out now!! And I thought getting out 1/2 hour late last week was bad...I hit the hour late (personal record) mark tonight! THIS is what I think of vacuum filters (obscene gesture), so good luck to all who have yet to participate in this wondrous, life-changing event!! And yaaaaaaaay PCM soccer- final 4 baby!

What is happening?

I would say that this is one of those moments when the whole world has been turned upside down- but really, that statement just doesn't make sense. The whole world turns upside down every 24 hours! But anyways, the whole world has flown off of its axis and is currently hurtling through the universe, turning in whichever dang way it pleases- throwing water, mollusks, and innocent children to the far reaches of space. Why, you ask? So many reasons! I just had an incredibly efficient study session and I was not by myself! That's new! Shanna joined a sorority- it will take a while to get over that one. Abby's MOM invited her to miss THREE days of school to go to MARDI frickin GRAS. It's February and I have the air conditioning on. I am listening to Kansas. I am about to listen to bad covers of Jimmie Rodgers songs. And the kicker------ a monohybrid cross does not mean a cross involving one gene and a dihybrid cross does not mean a cross involving two genes. They are actually crosses of two heterozygotic individuals for one gene and two genes, respectively. Isn't that messed up? It's like my whole world perspective has been thrown out of whack! That's so WHACK!

Don't wear shirts that say "penitentiary" on them

So I wore my orange senior HHS shirt today because I was in a state of grungry biology studying. But while I was in the union, some bum of a (likely) 6th or 7th year senior shouts to me, "Hey! What does your shirt say? I saw the word penitentiary!" I laughed and let him read it, informing him that it was my high school shirt. He proceeded to find out I was from Littleton which, yes, is where Columbine happened. THEN I got to hear about how he got arrested two weeks after Columbine for smoking a blunt on school property. Impressed yet? You should be. I replied with an awkward giggle and a "oh, you know I actually have to grmlrtrgmg (fading mumble)" and ran back to the safety of Mendel and nonallelic noncomplementation goodness. The union on Saturday night is sketch ho.

Chem Lab!

Okay so we, as in me (I), did not do so well on the chem lab front. I rounded the 5 hour mark quite nicely, but hey, it's done. And dumb. They sound alike for a reason.

Chem Lab?

3 hours on my chem lab down, hopefully only 1 to go!

Girl on the Bus

So on the way back from South Point Mall today, I met the coolest girl! She is a senior at Carolina and MAN she was FULL of enlightenment and all that stuff. She gave me so much advice and all these cool tips about my future and everything. It was cool, I like her a lot. Yay Rachel. And when I got back to Craige, Alan was playing his Didgeridoo in the lobby. That was cool too.

Catch Phrase

Catch Phrase is a silly, but altogether fun, bundle of laughs. I mean really, what am I supposed to think when the category is food/drink and the first word I have to describe is "horse"? What about when the next word is "rocky raccoon"? Does that even exist? Or when the category is geography and I must search for words to make my partners guess "chain-link fence"? Am I reading too much into this? Ahhhh...spontaneous fun, how much I love thee.

Cheerios

Sooooooooooo I totally spilled Cheerios all over myself yesterday. Embarrassing? A resounding YES. The tray tipped, the bowl slipped, you know the rest. I would just like to apologize to the fine workers of Chase Dining Hall--I'm sorry I covered your floor in Cheerios...my bad.