Time's a ticking...

It late Thursday night/early Friday morning and it just dawned on me - my second niece will be born today. I'm so excited, but also worried about my sister. I mean, this is the girl that never once, NEVER, pulled one of her own teeth as a child (she had to go to the dentist for every single loose tooth). She faints when she has to have blood taken. She once cut her finger on a shampoo bottle in the shower and I found her wrapped in a towel passed out on the kitchen floor (I assume she was on her way to get a paper towel or something...).

Anyway, I know that she has done this once before, but I wasn't there to see her reaction. Apparently she did fine. I hope all goes well tomorrow - or today - whatever.

So, on an entirely different note, I have been reading a lot of Dickens because I'm a major dork like that. I finished "A Christmas Carol" two nights ago and a passage that I had never paid attention to before really struck me this time. I assume that since I have experienced so much death in the past year, maybe it means a little more to me now. Here it is:

"Oh cold, cold, rigid, dreadful death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command: for this is thy dominion. But of the loved, revered, and honoured head, thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes, or make one feature odious. It is not that the hand is heavy and will fall down when released; it is not that the heart and pulse are still; but that the hand was open, generous, and true; the heart brave, warm, and tender; and the pulse a man's. Strike, Shadow, strike! And see his good deeds springing from the wound, to sow the world with life immortal!"

I am so sad that Dad will never get to meet his granddaughter. And now, I sign off. Sorry for the thoroughly depressing post; but hey! It started out alright, didn't it?

Day 6...

...of winter break. It's still awesome.

My sister is due to deliver my niece in two days. I'm going to go into the delivery room with her, so that should be interesting. I'll update more about that when the time comes, I guess.

Yup, pretty boring around here. Sorry. Why are you still reading this??

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery...

...none but ourselves can free our mind. Bobby-boy knew what he was talking about.

So, I had my three huge finals today: genetics, biochem, and calculus. I woke up nauseous this morning from the thought of failing every single one of them. A huge mass of hair was left in the sink after I brushed it this morning.... in short, the stress was making me physically ill. I told a buddy this morning my fears of having to relive the semester when I die and my life flashes before my eyes..... but I digress..... Enough bitchin' - let me tell you how it went.

Genetics was not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be; I have no idea how Biochemistry went (but what's new, eh?); and I actually felt like I knew what I was doing in calculus.

Anyway, I think I came through the other side OK (fingers crossed, of course). I came home, lit up a victory smoke and listened to Redemption Song. Who knew this little process would become tradition after physics? Not me, but I must admit, it's a good one. Instant feeling of accomplishment. I recommend it to anyone.

Now, in the days ahead I plan to continue my obsession with the Tim Tang Test (www.timtang.com now on level 40 *woot!*) and beat the fuck out of some Donkey Kong Country.

And at the moment? I feel like Rocky. When he beat the Russian. I'm Rocky 4.

The scene of the crime...

The time - 9:10 PM, Monday, Dec. 3

The place - College Library

Scenario -

So, I have a project due tomorrow for my genetics course. Groups of three have to come up with a murder scenario complete with five pieces of evidence, one of which must be DNA evidence.

I'll be the first to admit that waiting until the night before to start preparing a 15 minute presentation is not the best idea. But, in my defense, I have to add that I had a huge genetics lab report due today, Wednesday I have a Herpetology test and a genetics book report due, and Friday both a calculus and genetics test. When did I have time?

Anyway, so here we are trying to create our perfect murder and, honestly, I've given up. My long time buddy from home and our new Moroccan friend are both ready to beat each other while overcoming language barriers. I've decided to stay out of it. Tempers are high right now and if things don't cool down soon, we may end up with a real crime on our hands...

....Damn it, they're asking me for advice now....

To-do list:

Stress = Genetics paper due yesterday, Herpetology paper due today, Biochem test tomorrow. Next week: 2 Genetics papers due, present Genetics presentation, Genetics test, Herpetology test, Calculus test. The week after that: finals.

What's a girl to do?

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So... I think I'm far too self-conscious for this blog business. I've been trying for a few days to think of something (anything) of interest to write on here; but alas, I just keep coming up with stuff that I'm not sure I want to post.

Maybe I started this blog for the wrong reasons. I think perhaps that I was hoping it would be therapeutic in some way. But, how can I be really honest when I'm afraid of people reading it? Not that I really have anything to hide, I think it's more of a privacy issue. The anonymity of it was what drew me here in the first place, but anyone who knows me at all knows this is mine.

Maybe that's a good thing?

Something new...

I've toyed with the idea of creating a blog for a while now, but I thought "What would I ever post about?". I have nothing profound to say. Probably no words of wisdom or of interest to any readers out there. While I still really have no idea where this is going to go (quite possibly nowhere) I say to myself "Why the hell not"? So, here I am. in all of my mundane glory. Wish me luck.