Stupid Meal Plan

I just paid $7.75 for half a glass of Pepsi. And the sad, sad irony of the situation is, I would go back and do it again 4 more times if I didn't have to walk all the way there. (My meals roll over tonight)

It was good though.

Boys, and How They Get Far Too Much Credit

Okay, so I accompany Rob on the 10-12 minute walk to the Outdoor Rec Center to get his car in the dark and the freeeeeeezing cold. Upon getting into the car, he turns on the heat and, after a few seconds....

Rob: C'mon baby, get warm!
Me: I AM warm!
Rob: No, the car.

See now, most boys would have recovered and taken the credit for showing such genuine concern for their female passenger. But oh no, not Rob. I tried to play the part of the offended girl, but burst out laughing instead. GOOD TIMES!

Keep Your Kids Away From AIM

Jaime is a constant reminder of the blurred boundary between your typical dolphin-loving hippie and fervent nudist...

superfutter: smokey the bear?
CORhino9: he's a sexy beast
superfutter: it's the uniform
superfutter: just kidding, uniforms are not sexy
superfutter: unless it's your bday uniform...

Construction Update (do-do-d'do-do)

Ok first of all, that last part is supposed to sound like the cheesy "breaking news!" music that they always have on the news. But I have completely come to terms with the fact that I failed in that endeavor. BUT, here is a series of awesome pictures taken from the 3rd floor Ehaus balcony. I know perfectly well that no one else even remotely begins to care about this construction project, but the man in the steam-shovel-majig waved at me while I was taking pictures and, well, you would care too if you woke up to subsonic booms and backing trucks right outside your window at 7am. So enjoy! Or pretend!

ONE

TWO 

Three 

FOUR 

FIVE 

Weather

Ok, it's 48 degrees in Littleton. And 29 here. Um, irony? payback? I don't know what to think.

Dr. Schoenfisch (shane - fish)

All jokes about his name aside, Dr. Schoenfisch is officially the coolest chemistry professor at this school. Case in point:

In Chem 41 earlier today...

"And now our favorite molecule, formaldehyde! Don't worry.... it'll be flowing through all of your brains one day soon! (awkward pause) What? We all die!"

Now if THAT isn't practical application of science....

I am so fired right now

So, Hayley wins slacker housing employee award of the year for this last week (and especially today), but I guess you'll just have to find out why by asking me. Her. Ask me, which is also her. I should just avoid the third person altogether.

ANYway, I spent most of the 2 hours of my OA shift today being frustrated with whoever was supposed to empty the boxes of junk mail yesterday. The stupid Capital One envelopes were spilling all over and slowly creeping their way to the middle of the lobby, enveloping (you better believe that pun was intended) any and everything in their path. So I had to gather and sort and recycle and redirect mail and I was SO MAD that someone had quite obviously forgotten to do said task the night before.

And then Nisha came in, saw the mess, and asked, "who closed the office last night?"

WHAM. It hit me before I even had the chance to cast down mine eyes and mumble ashamedly under my breath, "me."

I'm so totally fired.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

Let it be known unto the public that Christina (or Ctina, as some of you may know her other persona) screwed up more royally on her biology test today than did even myself. Case in point:

Question: Describe how parents could have more than 2 children and still keep the intrinsic rate of natural increase of the U.S. population from growing?

Answer: Reallocate the country's resources so that parents can have smaller babies and thus have more at once. (Like insects).

HAHA. Problems:
A. No matter what is allocated where, by whom, or for what purpose, there is no way to make humans spontaneously have smaller babies.
B. This would be inhumane and maniacal at best.
C. Any answer suggesting what could be parallel behaviors between humans and insects is, well.... probably wrong.
D. We already can have more babies at once, it's called TWINS.

and....
E (for Extreme Error). Even if all of this worked, all of the craziness was true, and we ignored what I like to call the "Christina must not have gotten any sleep" factor, this scenario STILL DOESN'T SLOW PER CAPITA POPULATION GROWTH. In fact, I think it just might increase it.

Boy I sure hope Reice reads all of the stupid answers out loud in class.

Note to readers-- Christina is awesomely brilliant despite this setback and her test score is likely to beast mine into little pieces of self-esteem-destroying dust.

Chinese Extravaganza

A trip anywhere with one Miss Jaime Quetzacoatal Honduran-Veggie-Lover is eventful, but a trip to get Chinese food...now THERE'S an adventure. Between sesame seeds in her water, garlic eggplant and 'seafood legs' (sketchy), finding her way to the bathroom/coat rack, and her rather pathetic attempt to file the splinters off of one chopstick with the splintered end of another chopstick, it was not a meal to be missed. You all should have been there.

Minus one small, but still genuinely frightening, scare when we thought we saw Dr. Reice, we had a lovely time. We frollicked through the buffet and bonded over our mutual distaste for Indian food in the romantic dining atmosphere. Between us we may have had 20-25 glasses of water and I'm not sure if the highlight of the meal was Jaime using my phone to take a picture of the fried bananas (I was intrigued, but too afraid to go near them), or Jaime actually eating a fried banana...or two...on an ice cream cone....with a fork.

Coupled with a wow-this-took-far-too-long trip to the drug store to get vitamins for me and a mind-engaging conversation about dog's phobias and canine genitalia on the way back through campus, it was just a fun day.

Alas, we finally parted ways; me to study analytical chemistry and Jaime to mate her r-selective (DUH!) drosophila in Corbin's lab. Yeah, she creates life.*


(*and takes life away. Study pages 18-247, n.b. "Jaime's N-Dimensional Hypervolume: the intersection of optimal ecological tolerance and cannibalism.)

Construction Part WORSE

So I definitely jumped the gun on that last picture because now I KNOW we ain't gonna be playin' no volleyball E-haus style. I'm seeing some new opportunities for gymnastics opening up though...

Honestly, what is the deal? I'll keep you posted. Haha, literally.

Pit Preacher Gary!!!

Our local religious zealot has his own Wikipedia spot! Sweet Deal! Now all of you NOT in Chapel Hill can still experience a small slice of the wonder that is Gary the Pit Preacher.

Volleyball/War Zone

Someone please tell me how the heck we're supposed to play volleyball?? Even if we could stand the smell emanating from the gigantic steam vent (barely visible at the bottom of the pic), you still couldn't serve from that side. One good thing? The dirt, twigs, and leaves that infest the back half of the court don't even COMPARE to the enormous, masticated TREE that was dumped in the sand by the construction workers who are so kindly digging 15-foot-deep trenches across the entire Ehringhaus lawn. Good thing the steam from Steam-o-saurus comes directly into my air conditioner. Because I WANT my room to smell like moldy hotdogs.

Okay, so I'm feeling a little cynical.

Sidewalks- Not Just for Safety Anymore

I almost got run over today, on the sidewalk. Walking peacefully on foot, I steered myself onto the sidewalk along Stadium Drive, had a nice chat with one Ms. Gagnon, accepted/tasted/enjoyed one "healthy" Cheeto from her, and continued on my merry way Well, if by merry you mean DANGEROUS and SKETCHY LIKE WHOA. I turned to find myself facing a UNC facilities truck barreling (ok, myabe 5 mph?) down the sidewalk right AT ME. I (being clever and oh-so-prepared in emergency response situations) stepped out of the way. Maybe I over-dramatized a little bit, but hey, cars shouldn't be on the sidewalk. That's all Im' saying.

Promises

Okay, this is getting serious. I bought some Dove Promises (MILK chocolate thank you very much) as a throwback to my early High School obsession, and I found that they've changed. The chocolate is still the classic goodness but the "promises" on the inside of the wrappers are just weird. Here are a few examples:

"Smile before you go to bed. You'll sleep better."
"Be mischievous. It feels good."
"When two hearts race, they both win."
"Make a list of your dreams."
"Give in. Show some skin."
"Temptation is fun...giving in is even better."
"Don't think about it so much."
"Go to your special place."
"You know what? You look good in red."

Inspiring? No. And SCENE.