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!

I have another campus oddity to report- the mysterious appearance of hay bales. There are small stacks of them all about campus, and in completely random places (though I'm not sure what locations would be normal or sensible for hay bales on a college campus). There are also small bits of hay all over the ground.

I have three pieces of information for you all:

1) I have no job! According to Panera I am "un-re-hireable". Why, I don't know. At any rate the Panera I was going to work for decided that there must be a reason for it (even though I was to be transfered down there so I cannot possibly be un-re-hireable). Yay! I'm broke! So please all pray for a job for me.

2) I got a 94% on my first Chem exam last week!

3) I got an A- on my first Psych exam!


On Thursday during my English class I discovered, much to my chagrin, that the 4 page essay which I had thought was due the following Thursday was, in fact due the next day. I had a poor thesis and pathetic outline. So on Friday I wrote the entire essay. That was fun, not. I think I did well enough on it. I think. I hope. I'm not sure I could have done much better if I had spent more time on it anyway.

Last night a friend (Jessie) and I went swing dancing down town. We had to U-turn a couple times, drive through a neighborhood and explore several different one-way streets to actually get to the parking lot only to find out that we were a half hour early. So (hmm random sound of large quantities of trash falling all over the place from the night outside my window) we explored the surrounding area a bit, which was not too interesting. We had a great time (once inside the building). There was one middle aged man we both danced with who smelled rather like Play-Do. He had a heavy accent and was chewing something. He was a good dancer but I have to say the combination of chewing a mysterious substance, and smelling like Play-Do was rather gross. Most of the guys there are pleasant, though (really all of them except that one), and a lot of them I met at the dance class at school.

Oh! Apparently mountain lions go up on the bluff behind my school sometimes. Jessie and her friends saw a paw print up there a while ago. Guess who's not going on walks up the bluff by her self any more! (My dad suggests I carry a large "kitty whopping stick". Maybe I'll do that.)

:)

Butter

Before I forget, I must tell you all of some wonderful signs that have appeared in my building. They have a picture of a shower and say "Save Water- Shower Together". Did nobody think things through before hanging that poster all over the building?

On Wednesday I ate a spoon full of butter. Why you may ask. I went to Village in with Navigators after the meeting and a cup of butter came with my waffle. One of my friends, Josh, said that he would eat half of the butter if I ate half and naturally I agreed (why wouldn't I?). So we each ate a spoonful all at once. It was so gross! I could feel my arteries clogging as the butter slithered down my throat. We tried to wash it down with chunks of ham from another girls meal, then some else's leftover cheesecake. "Just a spoonful of butter helps the ham and cheesecake go down?"

I'm not really sure where to start right now. I'll start with the random happenings around here or I'll forget them. The German exchange students who live in my building currently have a German flag gracing the outside of their window. It is the sole decoration on the outside of any of the buildings, and, come to think of it, the only flag I can think of anywhere nearby. The school for some unknown reason has torn out a beautiful green, lush, patch of grass near the dorms and is in the process of replacing it with astroterf! The fiends! On my way back from class today (after passing the abominable astroterf) I saw a couple signs tapped to lamp posts pointing off to the left towards some bushes and a parking lot bearing only the single word "event". Huh. So many unanswered questions. What event? When is said event? Where are they fitting this event? In the bushes? I think that does it for random happenings.

On to the real news!

I'm starting to wonder if this work thing is going to work out after all. I keep hitting complications with it. We'll see what God works out with it. I definitely need to pray about it (something I perhaps should have done in the first place). I'm thinking I'll put together a portfolio and make a business card and try to start selling my art.

Yesterday evening I went to swing dancing here at school. It was so much fun, and I already have freinds there! Everyone there is so cool! I love it! I'm going to start going to it regularly. It started with lessons and after that we just had fun dancing. Very relaxed atmosphere. And it was nice to just sit there and have the guys come up and ask us to dance and be so gentlemanly- it feels so right, it's so different from the way we normally do dances. I'm going with a new friend, Jessie, to a swing dancing place downtown this weekend. I'm so excited!

Today, after calling every friend I have around here and failing to find anyone available to eat dinner with me, I bought a delicious burrito at Chipotle and ate it sitting on my car in a parking lot at Garden of the Gods (in case you think I was just hanging out in an abandoned parking lot alone at night, not so. It was still light out and there were a lot of people around). I took a wrong turn while driving back and ended up driving through downtown rather than simply getting back to Garden of the Gods road (which would have been faster). Oh well, I had fun.

One last cool note: Last Thursday my hip was really hurting (I don't know why), and got worse as the day progressed. When I got in bad with it still hurting I decided that I didn't have to deal with it any more so I quickly and sleepily ordered the pain to go away in Jesus' name. After maybe 30 seconds I thought I should see if it was better so I moved my leg around and it didn't hurt, so I jumped out of bed and walked around and then started jumping around and it didn't hurt at all! Yay!

:)