bumper sticker

I saw the most amazing bumper sticker today! it said "cleverly disguised as a mature adult". I don't feel like writing a real post today but I thought you all needed to know that.

Revolting- and amusing (but really mostly revolting)

In Anatomy Lab today we started on the cadavers. Yippee! The part that really gets you is the smell. It enters you and you feel it in your whole being, or perhaps it would be more true to simply say, you taste it. Yes, TASTE it. And you keep tasting it. After you leave you continue to taste it, though you try not to think of it. Hours later, you remember that taste and it seems to return bringing an triggering the gag reflex.

Honestly it wasn't as bad as all that, though all that is true. I had no trouble with standing there and watching our lab instructor point things out or touching them myself (though that was kinda weird). They are definitely interesting. One of them (we have two) has a particularly obnoxious odor. Her smell is far more potent than that of the man, and she doesn't really smell like formaldehyde; her stench is somehow fruity. Hmm. Not right.

There is far more that I could expound upon but for your sakes, I will not. I will simply leave you with these final thoughts: I am not sure that I will ever be able to eat roast beef again and I probably won't think of jerky the same way anymore (but that won't stop me eating it).

The Heater

I'm very pleased you like the new format. So do I. (Mommy, I don't know what you should call your blog).

I just joined facebook. It's truly overwhelming. When I was finding freinds while setting up the account I began to feel like the Facebook was somehow alive and looking into my soul to discover all the people I've ever known. It's going to take a lot of getting used to.


Now for the title story: The heat in my apartment (or lack thereof).

It's starting to get quite cold here. I really love this weather and I'm happy it's finally getting cold but I would like to be warm once I get inside my apartment. Sadly, this is not so; our apartment's heater doesn't seem to work. My room in particular is very cold. More of an igloo than anything. My roommate, Marissa, discovered that the vent in my room was not open. So she opened it. She also thought that there were controls for each bedroom in on the vent. We looked for the controls on one side of the vent (the vent stretches along the floor from wall to wall on the outside wall) and they weren't there so we thought they must be on the other side-the corner behind the bed. So I crawled behind my bed. This was no easy feat. There's a shelf and a dresser under my 3-or-so-foot-high bed and there is a space slightly wider than my shoulders between the dresser and the foot of the bed so a had to crawl through there. I had to turn the corner so I was up against the wall where I could crawl through the slightly-less-than-shoulder-wide corridor between said wall and the dresser/shelf. It was considerably darker in there than in the rest of my room. I am somewhat claustrophobic and a little afraid of getting stuck but I was courageous and crawled to the back to the vent. Despite my claustrophobia I had a wonderful time crawling back there (anything that gives me an excuse to pretend to be a secret agent or some such thing is lovely). And guess what! No control panel! Hopefully opening the vent will help, but judging from the temperature of the rest of the apartment and my bedroom's position at the corner of the building I'm doubtful that the improvement will be great.

My Frog Prince

I should say "my fish prince" really, for he is, in fact, Theta the Beta (who, for any of you who may have missed it, is my beta fish). I have come to the conclusion that dear Theta is in love with me. Each time he sees me he swims toward me and pushes against the glass (he's obviously desperate to get to me). We will reason this through, well, reasonably, and scientifically; a fish cannot be in love with me (for obvious reasons), so Theta (who so obviously IS in love with me) cannot be a fish, therefore he MUST be a prince who was turned into a fish by some turn of remarkably ill luck.

He has been trying very hard to get to me so that I might kiss him and turn him back into a prince. He seems to have all but given up on the pushing-on-the-glass method and is now trying a new method of escaping his glass prison- digging. Almost every time I have arrived home the past couple days I have been alarmed to see him with his head buried in the marbles at the bottom of his bowl. Poor Theta. This method has failed him too, and as I will not be kissing his little fishy face anyway, he might as well give up his hopes of being a prince again. Poor prince Theta.


And now... reality!

I got a 99% on my anatomy lab test! Yay!

On Sunday night I went swing dancing (including lindy hop lessons!) and saw one of my teachers there! It was during the lesson before the dance began (and after the lindy lessons) and during that part we rotate partners, so we had dance together. Very awkward- for both of us I think. (In other swing dancing news- I signed up to be on the new swing dancing team at school)

I joined a Bible study. That should be really good.

I have no new campus oddities to report, but I do have one old one- the mysterious noises from the new engineering building. Strange animal noises (I think they sound vaguely like amazon rain forest noises) have proceeded from the new engineering building since I started classes. Now the noises emanate from the clock tower in the building next to the engineering building. I haven't the slightest clue what to make of it.

Love you all!