Easter Weekend

Well, I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter! Me, it was hit and miss. Friday I was looking forward to a few hours to myself at home that evening. A long, luxurious bath without anyone wanting me to get out. ~sigh~ But I opened my big mouth and told my grandmother that I would be more than happy to baby-sit my eight year old cousin so she could work at the opera house. So I spent five hours entertaining an eight year old, who knows she knows everything and lets you know that. AAAAHHHHH!!! She does adore me though. She let me know that she thought I'd be a great mother one day. Problem is, you can never tell when this kid is genuinely giving you a compliment or just buttering you up. I usually take everything nice she says with a grain of salt. So the next day my sister and I went to the opera house to see Red, White, and Tuna. We had to be there by 1:30 to get the tickets that my grandmother had set aside for us so that they wouldn't be sold to other people. My mom dropped us off, long story how that happened, and in the process of getting us to the front door we pulled into a cross walk. A couple was waiting to cross and when they did the man whacked our car with his umbrella. I rolled my window down as fast as the electric window would go. A million foul words and attacks came to mind, but then it came to me that my eight year old cousin was sitting next to me. The best I came out with was "That was unnecessary!" He gave that goofy, smug smile that irritates you to no end. My hand went flying toward the open window to show him exactly what I thought about him, but again I was immediately aware of my little cousin watching me intently. The last thing I needed was for her to go running to my aunt to tell her how her cousin had behaved or for her to start mimicking me. That would really send my aunt over the top. But if she hadn't been there... Well it wouldn't have been pretty. I felt like Bill Cosby in his standup comedy routine where he says as parents, you censor yourself to the point you sound like an idiot because you don't finish anything you start to say when you're angry. That was me fumbling around trying to find a G-rated version of all the things I wanted to say to the bastard. I wanted to go and find him when we got out of the car and let him have it, but we did have a play to get to. Boy is he lucky. He's just lucky we weren't in my sister's car. Cousin or no cousin, she would have gone off on him, maybe even run him over. I wouldn't put it past her. That car is her baby. So curly haired, cap wearing, umbrella wielding guy is very fortunate that we were in the car we were in with an eight year old. It could have been ugly.

The Never Ending Stooooory of Botany

Sorry I haven't posted anything lately. Last week was my Spring Break so I didn't get online as much as I wanted to. Nothing much happened last week. When I got home on Friday I had the depressing news that guy I'd known since like the fourth grade had killed himself on my birthday. So that put a bit of a damper on things. Anyway, today was Botany lab and I had the feeling that something interesting would happen to write about. I was right. Today we had group lab work. So the prof. Had us count 1,2,3,1,etc. I was a three and then to my dismay, clueless, ring leader guy is a three. Thank God J was also a three! But there we were, the two non-science majors of the class with the head class clown. And the two non-science majors were the ones doing all the lab work and figuring everything out. And clueless was more than too much in my personal space. At one point while we were at the counter measuring liquids, his hand was resting on the counter on one side of me and his body was on the other side of me. It was like whoa pack of buddy! You're a foot at least taller than me, you can see over my head!! I didn't say it, but I sure as heck thought it. Another group's experiment required 50 milliliters of saliva. Yep, we all had to keep spitting into a beaker to acquire it. Big, nasty yuck! The girls were better at it than the guys, yes we were all a bit queasy with it, but gee wiz. Isn't it a guy thing to spit? FYI: by the way very unattractive guys. I have yet to meet a woman who is turned on by spitting. Of course we were all trying to be dainty about it, but that isn't easy to do. Blood sucker dude was having serious gagging issues. Once the lab was finished we had to clean up. Since we were the third group, everyone looked at our lab results last so we were the last ones to finish cleaning up. So clueless asks me how my birthday was. Then he says "So you're 21 now?" "No, 22." I replied. He was totally shocked. Then he said what I hate hearing, "You don't look 22. You don't look like you're older than 19 if that." I know one day I'll be happy I look younger than I really am, but right now I'd really rather look my age so I don't have idiots screwing around trying to impress me. Since clean up consisted of water and many glass beakers, I offered to dry. I was taking no chances. When I was holding dry beakers, my hands started shaking. I'm traumatized, I think. So now I must study my butt off for the test tomorrow and write a paper for that class. Good thing today is that I'm having a really good hair day and it is so rare that I actually like how my hair looks. It's not often that it does what I want it to do. Well, I better go and stop procrastinating.

Some Thoughts

So I just got back from a quick trip to HEB. It's one of the few places you can go for a quick shopping trip and actually get out in less than thirty minutes. In front of me was this guy who was probably about 50 buying cigarettes. He was coughing, hacking, and having difficulty speaking clearly and I wanted to tell him that maybe if he wouldn't buy the cigarettes he'd be a little better. But I didn't. After all I didn't know if the guy would attack me or something. But anyway today was another beautiful day with that great morning smell. It made me feel really perky and upbeat even though I was headed for the science building to take my physical science test that I was totally unprepared for. I'm not too sure how that one came out. Good thing is Spring Break is just two days away. And my birthday did pick up later in the evening. A girl down the hall left a piece of cake on a chair in front of my room while I was in the shower. One of her friends shares his birthday with me and they were having cake and it was chocolate, only my favorite. Earlier I saw a commercial for some kind of detergent stuff. The spokesperson said that if we the consumers were not satisfied with the product our next purchase is free. My question is: Why the heck would I buy it again if I'm not satisfied with the product?! If anyone knows why let me know. It makes no sense to me.

It's my Birthday: Why is it so Bad?

Ok, today is, as the title says, my birthday. It's said that the birthdays after 21 become less eventful. I would have to agree. The big 22 has nothing significant that goes along with it. Before 21 you're so anxious and desperate to be older, to hit that magic number. After, you dread every birthday. You're getting old then. I went to my economics class this morning only to find that it was canceled. While it was a good thing that I didn't have to sit through a boring class and that I would have more time to write a rather lengthy lab report for Botany, I had gotten up much earlier than what was necessary. I received phone calls from my parents and grandmother to wish me a happy birthday and my sister sent me a cute e-card for my birthday. But that is where the pleasantness ends. At least for now. So I went to my Botany class. We had a complicated lab to do with chemicals that could take our skin off and kill a few brain cells if the fumes were inhaled. So we had to work under a chemical hood, which didn't afford us much room to work, and I had the idiot who'd asked me if I was really bleeding next to me. He likes to flirt and clown around with all the girls in class in the typical fresh out of high school college freshman guy way that's annoying as hell. For some reason he's really taken a liking to annoying me. His friend, the blood sucking guy, and the guy responsible for my injured finger like to join in. I haven't quite figured out the guy who caused my accident. He's weird. Anyway, I brought some bananas to class straight from the wharves where my dad works as a police officer to see if some theories we had about ethylene gas were correct. So blood sucker dude asks me if my dad went and picked them off a tree. I laughed. I couldn't help it. It was only one of the dumbest questions I'd heard in a long time. "No, they come in boxes from the banana plantations." I informed him. J and I got a good laugh out of it. Then, while smushed up against the ring leader under the chemical hood dripping this green stuff on a piece of paper I let it slip to one of the girls that it was my birthday today. So I had him and accident guy gushing about it. Several 'happy birthdays', questions about how old I am, and what I planned to do for my birthday and Spring Break this next week followed. It gets annoying after a while, especially when ring leader is at least a foot taller than you and has no concept of personal space or that you're slightly claustrophobic. I got even by making him feel stupid, which wasn't hard. He was performing the experiment all wrong, since he'd not paid attention to what the professor had said and I let him know. The other girls there did the rest by making fun of him for being an idiot. And then after that, super wasn't the greatest at t-hall. And I've got to study for a physical science test tomorrow. ~sigh, sigh~ So now I'm trying to decide what I want to do with my evening. I'm still not sure yet.

Just the Day's Events

Wasn't today just beautiful?! Not a cloud in the sky. And such a beautiful blue. ~sigh~ Wish it'd been like that this morning when I was driving back to school. Last night I had such a sick headache that I couldn't see straight. I decided that it would not be wise to try driving for 3 1/2 hours with a blinding headache. So I planned on getting up early this morning to drive to school. I set the stupid alarm clock for 6 pm instead of am so I got a later start than I'd planned. On top of that, I had hard rain for about 3 hours of the drive. Yes, so much fun. But on a happy note, I made it for the dreaded Botany class and found that I'd gotten an 83 on my lab. Good news for me! Hopefully my labs will keep me from failing that class. Well, better go and work on my next lab report before jazz band. Goody. Good note: my birthday is tomorrow! Yea!

Why

Today in Botany was, well interesting I suppose, maybe just aggravating. It was one of those rare days that we were doing a lab and didn't have to write it up. I started looking at slides first and then went to look at leaves and classify them. While doing this I had the two trouble makers of the class sitting on either side of me. These are also two of the geniuses who wanted me to suck my blood when I cut my fingers and wanted to know if it was bleeding. Can you see where this is going? When I sat down in the one empty chair the one with the blood sucking advise said, "Uh, this seat is empty for a reason." I knew he was joking and gave him a half-hearted grin. "I'm just playing!" He then exclaimed laughing. I assured him I knew he was. Then he wanted to know what my name was. I cut him some slack since he wasn't in the class the first day when we introduced ourselves to the class and told him. Then the guy on my right who couldn't figure out that the red stuff on the paper towel was my blood said "Really I would have thought your name was Jill or Diana". I could blame him for not knowing. He was there the first day and even asked where my home town was located because he'd never heard of it. Then he went on about what a devout looking, good little Christian girl I was. And then the other started in on how I probably just tried to look like I was an innocent little angel. I let a slightly devious grin show and said "yeah, I'm not." They didn't take me seriously. Then I kept getting bombarded with the stupidest, most annoying question that I always get asked. "Why are you so quiet? You're just too quiet. Why don't you talk?" I just smiled in that way that says "Why are you so annoying? Why can't you shut up? Why don't you leave me alone? Do you know what I'd like to do to you right now? It isn't pretty, buddy." I guess they didn't understand what the smile meant. I wanted to tell them that I learned a long time ago that when you shut up and did your work you finished a lot sooner. But why do people just automatically assume that a quiet person is an angelic perfection? And why is there always a couple of guys that are amazed by the fact that not only are you quiet, you aren't charmed by their idiotic behavior and therefore feel they have to annoy the hell out of you? I'm still trying to figure out why they have C's on their tests and I have D's. If only it were history. I'd woop their butts and put them in their place so hard it'd hurt. Oh well. That's my venting session for today.