RANDOM

I am currently waiting for my class notes to download, so with nothing better to do, I thought I would post some random stuff. Sure I could be studying, but that's not why I am paying $5ooo in tuition. :)

I think i may have broken a $800 dollar pipette in my micro lab. I thought I was smart and could adjust the thing myself. And I did, I figured out how to change the aliquot volume. Unfortunately, after I had done that, the TA gave the pre-lab lecture, which began with "How not to change the volume." I did it exactly how you are not supposed to do it. And it is quite difficult to actually test these things because they measure like 1/1000 of a mL. Stupid arrogant scientist thinks she can do anything.

I also wrecked something else this week. I don't want to say in case the person whom it may affect might read this. I've tried everything I know how to fix the stupid thing, but I can't. And nobody else I know can fix it either.

Quotes that make me smile (or laugh out loud)...

"Why do things that happen to stupid people always happen to me?" -- Homer Simpson

If a man speaks deep in the forest and there is no woman there to hear him; is he still wrong?

The sooner you fall behind the more time you'll have to catch up

A conclusion is the part where you got tired of thinking.

7UP + SPICY FOOD = ???

So I was at the family's home yesterday to help with braille and some computer stuff. They asked if I would eat with them, I wasn't hungry but they insisted, so I thought I would have a little bit. I sat down at the table where they had waiting for me a big plate of rice with some green leafy thing and some omelet type thing. There was also a bowl of some sauce I was informed was to go on top of the rice and leafy thing. A mixture of fish paste and chili pepper I think they said. No big deal, I like spicy food, I have a friend from Bangledesh who shares her food with me. It's really good. The fish paste I wasn't so sure about but whatever.

Aside from the fishy taste, it was really good, it was spicy but not too bad. A glass of water would have been nice. Just as I thought that they brought a glass to my place, I was hoping for water but they poured me a glass of 7-up. Not exactly what you want to sooth the burn in your mouth, but I didn't have anything else. As soon as the first gulp of 7 up reached my stomach I knew trouble was brewing. But I couldn't just leave half a plate of food. They do not waste anything! So I continued to eat and drink, every bite bringing me closer to disaster. I had felt sick after a meal at there place before but I managed to keep it together. This time however it felt like my stomach wash unleashing the wrath of a thousand volcanoes. With about a handful left in my plate I planned on shoveling the rest down and then dashing off as if I were late for something.

With about 3 spoonfuls left my hole body heaved as I tried to contain the fury within. I think I pulled every muscle in my torso. Thank goodness the father couldn't see me and the rest of the family was in the other room. I was not going to make it. I had to run lest I blow chunks all over their dinning room table. I couldn't even open my mouth to excuse myself or say goodbye. I pointed to my watch trying to convey that I was in a hurry and went to grab my purse. In typical Chantal fashion, I couldn't remember where I put it. I had to search for it while trying to hide the fact that I was exploding on the inside. I found it and calmly left the apartment. As soon as the door closed I booted it outside. I just made it to the parking lot when my esophageal sphyncter decided it could hold on no more. The contents of my gut went from stomach to mouth at mach 1 and I vomited with such force there was kick back.

The projectile traveled quite a distance. I hope they didn't see or hear me. I quickly got into my car, and drove home with my face in a plastic bag just in case. I got home, where I lied down to study for my midterm. Unfortunately I was studying all about digestion and the churning of my stomach. Not helpful. I was just glad that the fire had burned down by the time the remaining dinner reached the other end.

ARE YOU FLIPPIN' KIDDING ME?

I am currently to angry to study so I thought I would vent to make me feel better. So here goes...

I am yet to get a good nights sleep since school started. Granted it is sometimes my fault staying up to late doing homework, but even when I do go to bed early I have trouble sleeping and wake up several times in the middle of the night. Well, Sunday I think it was, I was in bed the earliest I have ever been in the last month. And work phoned at 11:30pm and 4:00 am asking me to come in. I have school for crying out loud I can't skip class for a job that pays me $9.50! I am getting really annoyed because they have done this several times. The schedule says that I can't work week days. Grrrr!

Yesterday, when I showed up for my micro lab the instructor says that it is going to take until about 7pm because there is 40 students and three bloody microscopes. So I can't go home while I wait because I will lose my place in line. And I am flippin' starving because I missed breakfast and I had class all morning until the lab started at 1:30. Then I had the unfortunate experience of having good results which meant that I had to count over 7000 stupid heamolytic plaques. I'm still seeing spots man. Those microscopes are like looking into the sun. My retinas are burning!

Today after class I went to ask one of my professors a couple of questions about the material before the midterm and he flat out refused to help. He gave like a ten minute speech about why he refuses to help. And he had revolting breath. I followed him all the way to his office, got shut down and trying not to cry, I have to listen to him while he breaths death breath right in my face.

Ooh, gotta run to class!

FACEBOOK

For those of you who read this blog religiously, (Carissa!) I apologize that it has been so long since I last posted, but I am ridonculously busy and the only reason I have time right now is because I am meeting a friend in 15min and that isn't enough time to start my calculations or figure out monoclonal selection theory.

So I joined the phenomenon known as Facebook a few months ago. I'm not really a big fan of it, but it has become one of the most commonly used methods of communication, at least with my friends so I deal with it. But really, I live in the same flippin' city, call me! It's free for crying out loud! Do you not possess the social skills required to make a phone call? Heaven forbid you actually have to talk to someone and carry on the minute conversation required to make plans for the weekend. And do I really need a list of people whom I have come across at some point in my life but will probably never talk to again because we were never actually friends in the firs place?

Anyway... as I was saying I don't really care for Facebook in general, but one thing that does provide some entertainment is the "Groups" application. There are some rather hilarious groups you can join. One of my favourite groups, where I actually felt a strong sense of belonging and being understood is titled, "Awkward moments define my life". I have considered creating a few groups of my own, however, being as busy as I am, I don't have time to actually go through the process. Perhaps if any of you have the time to create the following groups send me an invitation.

My life feels like an awkward teen romance movie

I went to the grocery store in the middle of baking a cake and forgot to take off my apron

A guy used an english translation dictionary to propose to me

Recipients of unwanted lovey-dovey eye looks

I sat in a broken chair and fell over backwards in a large class

I have sneezed and blown snot out of my nose during an exam (and it was still attached in my nose)

I have fallen asleep in class and drooled on my paper

Idiots who have posted on their own wall in reply to a message

OFF TO A GREAT START!

I have been extremely busy the last couple of weeks, it is 10pm and I am just now sitting down for supper. I think blogging is definitely going to take a back seat until I can catch up with life. But I have been having such a great first week of school I had to tell you. In order to keep this post relatively short I will just tell you about the last two days in point form. Here goes...

MONDAY
- up at 6:30 to get to school by 7:45 to do IVCF stuff (only 4 hours of sleep)
- running late, can't find bus pass, frantically searching for pass or enough change to catch bus
- 1st class: printed notes for class but forgot on desk at home
- 2nd class: WTH? Totally lost
- 3rd class: prof late, then talks so slow that by the time she finishes a sentence you forgot what she was talking about
-12:30 accidentally double booked myself so I had to tick off one of my friends
- 1:30 GOOD:got ride from friend home (no bus pass), BAD: tea spilled all over me and books/notes
-6-11ish work on flyers for IV to hand out at display table
- 11ish-11:23 print flyers
- 11:24 run out of ink
- 11:25 cry for a bit
-11:40 move onto homework

Tuesday
- 8am run to staples for ink
- finish printing flyers and go to school
- find out display table not reserved, none available until next week
- half flyers now obsolete as they advertise this weeks event
- 1st class: unprepared b/c I was making flyers all night
- 2nd class: misread room change, sat through psych instead of nutrition
-1pm told that the room booked for 24-7 prayer we can't have anymore, the other half of flyers now obsolete
- want to cry but can't b/c at school
- 1:30 lab, had to kill then remove spleen from a poor little mouse (comparatively I suppose my day was better then his), this was hard for me, I almost cried a couple years ago when I accidentally squished my amoeba