Oh my gosh.

Am I the only one who doesn't care about octuplets mother?

I love reading Yahoo!'s Featured News, but recently, all I see is that octuplets mother and all of her drama. Really though, this lady should've stopped bearing children after her first six. And seriously, the news gotta stop talking about her, because I was never interested in the story to begin with. Is there really nothing better to talk about on the news nowadays?

 

 

 

This little rant was brought to you by Jennifer, who simply felt like she needed to post something to keep her blog activeactive.
I don't have any big news to say either. I could post how sucky my lab is. I mean, I like it, but geez, having me stay until 7pm on a Friday night? Preposterous! But the work has gotta get done, and for the rats' well-being, I gotta do it. Love them too much, even though I'm a total rat terrorist. This makes no sense.

 

Time for studystudying!

Valentine's Day!

 

Because Valentines Day lands on a weekend, I can't actually wear the color pink on the day to school.

So as a result, I'm going to wear a pink article of clothing every day of the week prior to Valentine's Day.

 

Why?

Because I can, and own enough pink clothes to allow me to do so. Plus I need a reason not to wear all of my black and gray colored clothing. I'm starting to blend in with the weather.

Tired of reading my Nutrition notes, I decided to hop online to JuicyCampus.com to catch up on my stupid, probably fake gossip about UCSD students. Totally horrible, but some of the stuff on there is simply hilarious. I especially love it when I actually recognize a name. Luckily, for all of those I've recognized, nothing bad has really popped up. None of that "what a slut" stories pop up at all.

 

But to my dismay, Juicy Campus has been shut down.

 

 

How am I supposed to get my gossip now?

Something must've been wrong with me today, because nothing went correctly.

 

It has been forecasted to rain today for quite some time, and the forecast never changed. When I looked out the window before I left for class today, it looked pretty bad, but I still somehow managed to forget my umbrella. I thought that I would be able to luck out with the rain situations because I have yet to be rained on this rainy season, but I spoke too soon.

When I was walking to the busstop, one of the shuttles was already there. I didn't want to run for it because I knew another one would come in less than 5 minutes, and I told myself that I wouldn't run for a bus unless I knew I'd trulytruly be late. So I didn't. Stupidest idea ever!! Because the moment I got off the bus at school, it was pouring. The shuttle stop to my classroom isn't even far, but I managed to get allll wet. So uncool.

 

THEN. After hiding out from the rain in my beloved biomedical library for a bit, I seized my chances when it stopped raining and left, since I knew that if I stayed longer, it would've probably started to rain again. But I don't know if that was so great, because as I was walking, a stupid floppy treebranch flew into me from that darn wind. Ugh

 

And in lab, I totally realized that I had forgotten my hairtie and bobby pin. Luckily I found a bobby pin on my coat (who would've thought, I barely even wear this coat). But I still needed a hairtie before my hair would get all over my rat urine and poop filled labcoat. I used a glove. I looked like a 'tard, but it worked well.

 

I had a mandatory Saltman Quarterly meeting at 6pm (which I had only found out was mandatory at like 2 am through some email, fricken stuuupid), and figured that I had to go. But of alllll the days, today everything in lab is running late. The room I needed to store my rats in was finally available to me at 2:45pm. None of my rats were weighed, so that took even more time. All of the information I needed to input the data was missing. And no one was there to help me today. Evy wanted to help, but I couldn't even explain to her what I was doing because the project I'm working on is so confusing. So me doing this all by myself, scaring 4 different groups of rats and cleaning their mess every time they got scared, took up a good 40 minutes each. Because hell, I was stuck in that lab till 6:20 and walking to that room would take up another good 20 minutes. Totally missed the mandatory meeting. I emailed the coordinator a bit earlier, so hopefully I was excused *____*.

 

So 'F that.

 

I went home after work. Only to find that the moment I get off the bus, it starts pouring and I'm stuck at the signal light waiting to cross and pushing that button frantically. Don't those street crossing buttons sense urgency? It's cold, I'm wet, it's helllllla windy like a hurricane or something, and I can't cross the dang street because those people alll toasty in their cars get to move. SO not fair. Stupid streetlights.

 

and oh, I have a midterm tomorrow. yay =[

Seriously!!

 

I'm tired of my music, and ever since my reformat and lost all of my cool music site links, I've just been listening to random songs on my computer picked by Windows Media Player.

It has only been about an hour since I've started doing this today, and already 3 Aly and AJ songs have popped up. Something must be wrong with my computer.

 

I don't even like Aly and AJ that much. Pick better moosic plzkthx

 

It's Darwin's birthday too! (Born same year, too :0)

 

Share your birthday with this man. You already got the cool holidays. Darwin has nothing.

 

besides this post.

 

Oh yeah, I have the coolest Darwin button everrr

 

It's Friday the 13th!

 

I've refrained from driving home tonight for the 3-day weekend because it's windy, dark, rainy and because it's the 13th and I'm paranoid. So is my mother.

 

In any case, I managed to crack a plate in the microwave today. I don't know why this ceramic plate decided to crack down the middle when getting microwaved for 3 minutes. But it sucks, because this is one of the few microwavable plates we have in this apartment. Luckily I brought this plate so I didn't break anyone else's stuff. I seem to have a bad luck streak with our dining-ware, though, because last time, I managed to snap the handle off of my mug when washing it. u_u

 

ANYWAY.

 

 

 

Roses are #FF0000, Violets are #0000FF. All my base are belong to you.

 

Wishing you a happy Valentines Day.

Happy Valentine's day. :D

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Because I gave Lincoln so much crap on Darwin's birthday, I'm posting a thinkin-lincoln Valentines. :D Plus, Lincoln's sexy face is awesome.

February 18 at 8 am was my registration time for classes.

Exciting time, right?

 

NO

 

I hate deciding on class schedules. So stressful! I'm actually a bit paranoid that my PI isn't going to like that I have one odd, stupid lecture one day right in the middle of when I'm proposing to work. =X

In any case, I decided on a class schedule at about 3 am in the morning, when I knew that no one would be signing up and changing the number of available seats in the class.

I saw that my Cell Biology class was waitlisted at 15. Okay. Great, not really, but it was okay I guess because I knew that no one else could sign up between this time and 8 am. I had all of my section IDs on my google sidebar for easy copy/paste activity for the next day. I went to bed around 4 am with my computer on stand-by and my main Firefox page on the registration page. Talk about obsessive.
So I set my alarm at 7:54 am to wake up, so I could turn my computer back on. Then there was the wait. I was sleepy so I set another alarm at 7:59 to wake me up and get ready to refresh the registration page until it lets me sign up for my classes.

Of course I had my Cell Biology section ID ready on hand to sign up.

When it let me in, I tried to waitlist for that class as number 16, but nope. Somehow, someeeeehow, two people got there before me, and now I am lucky number 18.

 

 

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Wthhh man. I was so ready to be number 16 too.
Is it because my internet was lagging just a littttttle bit? Dang it. D:
I am now hoping that a ton of people pile on after me, so I don't feel so retarded and hopeless being the last person on this wait-list.

I am my own holocaust.

 

I learned how to euthanize animals and ended up sacking 22 rats today. Honestly, I don't know how I feel about that. It's probably best if I don't think about it, or else I'll end up like one of those people that Animal Attachment caution sign was talking about.

 

If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I am pretty sure I am going to end up a Wistar lab rat. Yup :B But hey, at least I'll be cute.

I work with the best people

Pedometer.

I swear a pedometer is just one of those stupid gadgets you want, but don't want to buy because they're so retarded.

 

In my sad attempt to get healthy, I registered for walk.ucsd.edu to get my free pedometer. I'm pretty sure the pedometer is what got me to register. lol. ANYWAY

 

I'm not actually doing "walks" like I'm supposed to, but rather, I just wear this thing nonstop (don't worry, it's hidden in pocket so no one can see how retarded I am) to see how many footsteps I take in a day. I then enter the number onto the walk.ucsd.edu website and it magically estimates the distance you've walked.

 

 

So for my 5 day total, I've walked approximately 17.6 miles. Crazy! And two of these days were my weekend days--and those are my most inactive days-- because I'm generally cooped up in a library studying and not moving. I didn't think I could walk so much

I'm fairly used to living in cold houses since we don't turn the heating on at my house, and we think it's a waste to turn the heating on in an apartment with zero insulation.

 

But my bedroom always seems to be colder than anywhere else.
Everyone always says that I'm exaggerating about this, because I tend to be dramatic at times.

 

 

But I'm seriously not! I got home a bit early today, so I decided to open my blinds and get some studying done.

And yeah, there is still fog on my windows.

Ever since I got these thick framed emo glasses last year, old high school friends would see me and say, "Wow, you have glasses now!"

 

So what was I wearing in high school? . . . Not-glasses?

 

Shows how much they paid attention back then.