Invertebrate Zoology and all that Jazz

I'm so scared of this class. I have to remember so so much shit. On the other hand the teacher allows us to take pictures of our specimens in the microscope to put in our lab notebook.

This is my favorite one. It was very hard to take because I had to fix the lens of my camera onto the lens of the microscope and position it to take it. For the other pictures (which are totally boring) I had to take 3 or 4 sample shots just so to get a good picture without blackness on one side or it blurring. One tiny twitch of my hand and the entire shot would be ruined. By the way this is of the phylum Cnidaria and order Scleractinea.

Coffee is the New Pepsi

So I went windsurfing a couple of weekends ago at Big Lagoon. It was so fucking fun! I can still remember the moment I realized I hadn't had so much fun in a long time. I was standing on the board going hand over hand to pull up the sail - a minute earlier I performed a petite belly flop into the water so I was dripping a gallon of water as I was bent over. The sun was shining so bright and I could see a water just pouring off of my face and head because. Oh mamma, it was refreshing.

The night before Kevin, Ryan, Natalia and I were camping just a couple hundred yards away from the lagoon. They brought their home-brewed beer in a keg - which although warm was still superb. I had a hangover the next day and as always my body temperature was sky rocketing through the roof. There were some people that were shivering after being in the water but I wanted to just float and stay there forever.

I'm secretary of the Oceanography Club now so I have way too much shit on my polished bone china plate... I just can't say no. I need to come up with some new years resolutions so that could be one of them. Just say no Maroo!

My Bloody iPod Lyell

I want God, I want poetry
I want freedom, I want danger
I want goodness, I want sin
Aldous Huxley

I know that I’m going to look back at this blog update and roll my eyes at how much I’m going to complain about nonsense bullshit.

I’m going to start with last Thursday and show how shitty my life is – no I don’t have cancer and I’m not starving to death by eating one rice grain a day… so really I should be happy every second of my being. I woke up at 6:30am after falling asleep at 1:30am with a hangover. I got on the bus bringing only yoga clothes and USB port thinking that’s what I needed. I got to Ecology and she springs a whole new schedule on us and starts lecturing on stuff that I have no idea about. This busts my ego up a bit because I know that I’m way behind on the reading/understanding of this class – panic. Yoga class is excellent because it makes me forget about all the classes I’ve taken and responsibilities. Before Eco. Lab I realize that I forgot my super-important Oceanography lab notebook.

I decide to skip out on Eco. Lab an hour into it and ride the bus home to pick it up and head back with a half hour in time to finish any questions I may have about the Lab. In Eco. Lab the teacher announces that we have to work on a paper really soon. Aaah! I suck at research papers. I finish up quick in lab and get on the bus just in time. I realize as I walk to my apartment that I forgot my keys in my gym locker. On top of that, it was a windy day and my plant blew of the balcony and busted its pot on the driveway below. I rode the bus back and got my keys, rode the bus to my apartment, picked up my notebook and got back a little late for my Oceanography lab.

This lab was irritating because I had to work with a partner and I always work faster alone. We had to find locations on mercator map and describe the depth of the sediment in the ocean, blah blah blah. It would have gone faster if my partner wouldn’t second guess me with every answer to the lab I gave; stupid bitch.

Today I remembered that I had to email my Genetics Lab partner my 4 companies I plan on presenting. I don’t have four, crap! I get on the internet fully planning on spending time on the internet wisely. I end up watching Big Brother episodes. I also plan a trip to the Grand Canyon with little brother so I have to balls to the wall tomorrow on figuring out which 2 I want and get back to my partner through email.

Pretzel Slobber

I thought that I would kick it up a bit with the blog thang when school started but I really haven’t. I’ve been feeling a little guilty – not because I think people are desperately trying to figure out what I am smearing on my face when I am dancing in front of a camera (for some reason I’ve been making a lot of Silent of the Lamb references during my conversations too, strange) but because I would like to be able to look back on past blogs to see how witty, clever and deranged I was in college or a couple of months ago on 8 beers.
I have reasoned out that my lack of responsibility in this department is because the only time I’m online is either at work (when I’m not supposed to be) or when I’m in a school computer lab. Last year I used to bring my laptop to the library and enjoy the internet for hours because of the free wireless access my school provided – and to stare at the basketball team who are required to sit in the library and “study”. I don’t bring my laptop to the library anymore because I don’t have any freaking time! I have time in between classes and I gallop to a computer lab but in these labs there are always waiting lines to get on a computer. Some people need to desperately use them to print out a paper or research something for an upcoming class, but most of the time in my case, to look up porn.
When I finally get to a computer I sit there and do silly non-school related things while I can see out of the corner of my eye The Line that I had just left. The Line is full of anxious students who need to use the computers and they have to sit there, or stand, and stare at us hungrily. I feel quite uncomfortable when I’m not doing stuff for school. I usually just check my email really fast and leave so that students can do their work.
When I was a young girl in pigtails (this is the hair style my mother thought accentuated my cheekbones) I loved, loved, and loved the movie Legend. It stars Tom Cruise, but of course I didn’t know that he was going to be a famous movie star. The Man had it on VHS so I was able to watch it as often as I like – almost creepy really.
I was so obsessed with this movie that in 3rd grade I entered a drawing in an art contest for my grade and I drew the black dancer that seduced princess Lily to the dark side and I won! But I don’t think that I mentioned I hadn’t just made up the masked dancer but stole the image.
Anyway, a couple of years ago I had learned that Tim Curry had played the Lord of Darkness. Over the years I have grown to love Tim Curry and knowing that he starred as that great character made me want to watch the movie again (I hadn’t seen the movie since my father threw out all VHS tapes in 7th grade without me knowing it). I finally bought the movie and watched it.
I was so ecstatic when I found the DVD version I bought it instantly without reading the back. I found out later that it was the Director’s Cut and had a new score. I thought “Fuck it, I haven’t seen the movie in a while and it may just have improved with this additions.”
No… certainly not. I hate, hate this score. The director also took out certain shots and added shots to scenes that created a totally different version. For instance, when Jack took Lilly to see the unicorns, instead of Jack just saying, “No, Lilly you mustn’t.” with a piercing stare and Lilly walking slowly to a unicorn to touch it, it was transformed into a corny version of Jack pleading Lilly not to and Lilly lulling the unicorn to be touched by singing to it. Ugh!!!
This wasn’t the worst part, but the new version was shit.
The worst part was the dancing scene with Lilly and the black dancer. It turned into a hokey ballet between the two when I remember it as a fabulous dance number of close up moments. Also the score sucked the life out my baby. I’m not sure what music was playing during this scene but I’m sure that violins were involved. The score was a sweet classical piece that would have been better if it were darker and not more appropriate for a little child dancing scene.
This movie has made my day a very bad day. I couldn’t get motivated to do homework because I so crushed. I finally decided that if I were to ever watch this DVD again I would watch it on mute and cancel this new score out. But this still wouldn’t do anything for the added shots the director added. One of the new shots involved Lilly and Black Dancer frolicking for a good 5 seconds – stupid.
To say the least I am saddened and I will continue to look for the original version until I die.
Next obsessed move I will by is Great Expectations with Gwenyth Paltrow and Ethan Halk, which I pretty much saw everyday in high school.

Disable Preference

Good Gawlly, school started this week and I'm overwhelmed. I also joined the Oceanography club (more like party club). The president wants it to be fun this year and he plans on taking a bunch of field trips for sea kyaking and cool stuff like that. All of us would be camping wherever we go and that means beer-fire-circle. It might be a challenge for me to go to these things and still maintain my work schedule. boo, responsibilities.

Everytime I leave some leftover food in my works fridge there are always a couple of bites nibbled off of it. I need to find someway to put some bad (as in a puking potion) liquid or substance into my leftovers so I can find out who it is. I do this for the fun of it because I really don't like leftovers.

I hate the after effect of sleeping pills. I take them on Sunday afternoons so that I can stay up all night for work and stay up for school the next day... but I feel so wool-headed and freakin drowsy that I can't think of anything. Or rather I could but it takes me 10 minutes to figure out a simple punnet square problem in my genetics book.

I talk to my laptop. I read into a mic and it records what I say... then I transfer that to my ipod and listen to myself. I only do this for the chapters in my textbooks. It is a way for me to learn the crap again after reading it once. I find that reading a chapter once about biology is enough for me. My mind numbs itself if I need to study for a test and I'm rereading a chapter. My mind says, "Hey, dude. Uh, I have already read this crap so I don't want to pay attention." But my eyes keep roaming over the words and a useless attempt to remember every detail. I figure if I just keep listening to my ipod chapters over and over, I will be tricked into remembering everything.

Haha! Take that brain. Maroo: 1, Brain: 0

Bloody Eye and Popping Cronies

A week ago on Friday I felt a little ill and figured it was this local mexican restaurant's salsa I had eaten that day. I went to work anyway because I'm poor and in desperate need of more mula to pay my school.

I woke up Saturday with some pain in my ribs. I was tired but I couldn't go back to sleep because the pain made me uncomfortable. I didn't think much of the pain because it wasn't that bad and it would probably go away after a couple of hours like all the unexplained pains my body experiences. I went to work even thought the pain seemed to increase throughout the day. I brought my fantastic book #4 (I think) of the Wheel of Time series to read again and thought I could pay attention to it through the pain. The pain got so bad that it felt like my ribs were seperating from themselves. I called my mommy to see if she could give me a reason for this stupid pain and she said "Maybe you slept on them wrong." Slept on my ribs wrong?! How can one sleep on their ribs wrongs.

I stayed at work even though I wanted to run screaming to my apartment and lock the door so that I could rip my carpet up - something else in my life must feel as I feel and the carpet is no exception. I convinced myself that I was going to buy a bottle of tequila and drain half of it when I got off work just to get rid of the rib pain. Then at 12:15 am the pain suddenly stopped. I sat in the same position for 5 minutes saying "Don't move, Don't move" and enjoying that I didn't have the pain any more.

My coworker came by and I told him all about it and he said "Does it feel like your being stabbed?" Not having the experience of being stabbed I said "Sure, maybe." He told me that it sounds like kidney stones. Kidney Stones. I was relieved - finally a fucking reason for my agony. I went home without my alcohol and went to sleep.

But the pain from Saturday wasn't the worse, I woke up Sunday morning with the pain 3 times worse and in both rib areas. Almost my whole torso actually. I sat up in my bed and could do nothing to make the pain subside. I put a pillow to my face to muffle my screams - more like gasps of air followed by moaning - so that my neighbors wouldn't think I was dying. After a couple of hours the pain stopped and I went to sleep because I had only gotten 3 hours of it. I woke up later and my muscles were strained; muscles were sore that I didn't know I had. They were sore because when the pain got really bad my whole body tensed up and I was shaking and shit.

I told The Man a day later about it and he asked why I didn't go to the hospital - right and pay some quack 300 bucks to tell me that I was imagining it all. My mom asked if I looked at my pee to see the stones and I responded with an ewe, no way before telling her goodbye.

I'm only 22 and I had an experience that will make a Marine cry to his mommy and it was caused by my addiction of soda. No more I say. I haven't drank a bottle of my favorite drink since Tuesday and I'm going to see how long I last for.

The Tintinnabulation Going On In This Noggin

Every time I fall asleep I am always overcome by my genious thoughts but they are ridden with guilty thoughts that I push back far into whatever cortex of the brain that possesses deep urges. One guilty thought that plagues my beautiful dreamlike sleepy-time thoughts is this blog. I am fully aware that this blog is just for me and that no one else is reading it... however I feel that must contribute at least 20 minutes of marcellaisms everyday. I haven't done such since April. I have been fairly busy with stupid innate things that I wouldn't want to bother revisiting in my small 1450 mL noggin.

Now, I can access the wonderful world wide web at work! DSL was just recently installed in my bosses office and I feel that I should partake in this phenomenon that was invented about a decade ago. In fact nobody specifically told me that I couldn't use the internet at work. I was never told to stay in the stinky shop in between my rounds. But I won't masturbate (or take too much pleasure) every time I'm not on a round because a tenant may want to speak with me and they won't know where their precious security guard has gone to if they don't see me in the shop window.

Fuck I'm FAt.