Slackers: Meet your new Master

I have skipped the last 3 days of school. I feel horrible. I think that I might fail a couple of classes this semester, bummer.

Yesterday I was in Brookings to watch dear little brother sing in his concert and it was so fucking boring. I really just wanted to go back to my mother's and watch the tele. My little sister was hanging all over my mom, so I thought that I would bother her as well. I laid my head down on her shoulder and grabbed her arm as if we were comforting eachother. She immediately looked around and shuddered me off. I did it again and she pushed me away strongly whispering, "Stop it, nobody know's your my daughter." Implying that if my mom were a lesbian she would be able to get somebody as young and hot as I for her lover. Ppghgh. As if I would go for someone over 25, Ha! Aside from that facade, I picked my boogers the rest of the time. I told my mom afterward that now I don't blame her and dad for never going to any of my school things when I was growing up.

Since I need to step it up on the whole school/studying/homework bullshit, I must stop reading and fantasizing about Dick Cheney and his big gun. I will start reading the new chapters of my school books and try to memorize as much crap as possible. So that I could in the future take over the entire whale population and train baby whales to do my bidding.

Questions of Etiquette: Do I give you the ass or the crotch?

Every Wednesday I go to my grandmothers house, pick her up and take her out. Since she’s senile, the only gain she gets from her point of view is that she’ll forget what we see. I took her to watch Brokeback and I really didn’t expect it to be that graphic and Good God, I didn’t need to see two hot actors lovin’ each other up (especially with old nelly sitting next to me). The worst part of it is, is that she is a huge cussing bigot. She thinks that every race – except for Native American – goes to Hades. So after the movie, we’re sitting in Applebee’s and I can hear her tiny old-lady voice over the raging truck drivers hitting on the waitresses saying how gross homo’s are. Gee, maybe I should pre-watch the movies I take her too or at least make sure its not R-rated. This is how much my life sucks… Wednesday nights with grammy is all I have to look forward to during the week of studying, work, and classes.

The head maintenance guy at work, by the name of Steve, used to be cool. I thought of him as dad type with kids and stuff. Then he pulls a 180 guy thing on me and starts hitting on me. Ugh. He’s almost 50 and he smokes about a pack a day – his teeth even look old and yellow. So now I don’t like him; which means I keep the conversation to a minimum and I don’t even look at him when he enters the room. He’s the type of guy that will ask, “Hey Marcella, did I piss you off or something?” I’m like, “No.” He’s like, “Are you sure? You’re kind of acting strange.” Then I’m like, “ No Steve, you didn’t piss me off.” If I had said yes and explained to him that I think that he’s a pervert, there would be animosity in his presence everyday. I would rather not have him talk to me at all – the previous scenario will do just that.

I ran 2 and ¼ miles today. It was awesome because the ultimate Frisbee team was practicing on the football field while I was running around them, which made the whole running thing a little less painful. I tried for 3 miles because I wanted to look cool in front of the Frisbee guys, but my lungs were like trying to blow air in deflated balloons from and inch away from the opening.

Sweet Revenge on Fruit Flies

For my bio 105 class, I have to capture and incubate virgin female fruit flies so that I can cross red-eyed with white-eyed to see which is the more dominant characteristic (Mendeleevs square shit). I have about 4 people in my bio group 2 of which are slackers. I understand the people here in Humboldt who smoke way too much pot to participate in responsibility, but thats when you get a job at a gas station so you could smoke weed and surf whenever your not working - instead of trying to dig whatever sense you have left from the upheaval of nerve endings your brain has turned into, so that you could become a botanist and create a super-marijuana plant. All that blabber means that I have to cover 5 mornings out of the week and I probably can't count on the rest of the days the flies will be checked on. Alas, I have always excelled in my group projects before by leaving them in the dust and taking credit for everything.

Anyway, these disghusting fruit flies are taking up my life... so whenever I see a fly outside of my bio lab I quickly grab a reciept, shoe, midterm study guide handout (to name a few weapons) and smash the stupid fly to a smithereen (this word of course can only be used in the plural, but I will use the singular which is in the marc-vocab dictionary). "Die Fucking Fly, Die!!!" I scream. Screaming at it makes it seem more worthwhile then to let it fly away to die in one day.

I'm so stressed out that my neck and shoulders are incredibly tense; which is creating a distraction that hacks into my concentration. I can't study for the tests I have this week and the next. In turn that makes stress even that much more grand because I haven't studied. I rub them with my two little hands but that doesn't do much good. My mom suggested that I get a back massager from Target... I suggested she give me some of her muscle relaxers.

Enzymes: The Wave the Future

I hope my blog doesn't come up on a google search for somebody trying to research enzymes... because I am so far from being an expert, that I have a dumbass teaching me about enzymes.

The other day when I was reading up on these chemical inhibitors, I realized that maybe I could create an inhibitor that could block pain. I know aspirin, tylenol do it to some degree. But I was wondering if there was a way for me to design a drug that could be an irreversible inhibitor on for certain chemicals being passed through the nervous system.

My mother watches Oprah religiously (I tried to ween her off by telling her to go to Dr. Phil, now she's addicted to that show too.) and one of the episodes featured this baby that couldn't feel pain. The baby had one glass eye and scratches and scrapes on it. Its jaw was broken for 3 months before the parents figured it out. However, aside from all of that, the baby was perfectly happy.

I know pain is supposed to create an alarm inside of our head to tell us that what we are doing could potentially hinder our body. I think that if a person were made to still feel things but not feel pain, then that person could make a choice to stop whatever it is that could hurt their body.

An example would be if I stepped on a nail. Since I feel pain I would hop around, cry and catch a taxi to the hospital. If I didn't feel pain then I wouldn't waste all that time curled up in the fetus position in a corner rather than driving to the hospital in my awesome car.

The only reason that I want to create this drug is because I have this assinine phobia that I'm going to be kidnapped and tortured to death. I really don't know where that comes from, but I'm always preparing for it. When I'm walking around at night in the dark, I'm waiting for someone to jump out and grab me. FYI: I'm not scared that I will get raped... just tortured. And one time I asked myself what is my biggest fear - it wasn't talking in front of people (like how the majority of the US is, weirdos) or death, but a shitload of unbearable pain. I fear pain. So in order to get over this fear I need to either create an enzyme inside of my body to fight back this chemical process from my nerves to my brain or I can create a drug to kill off the chemical.

The first would make me seem strange, because in order to create an enzyme I would have to put my body through a series of tortuous events and I will slowly build up a defense. The other is less painful but there are forseeable (is that a fucking word) problems; such as, my body would eventually get used to the drug and create more chemicals to register the pain, so if I were to miss a day of the "No-Pain Pill" then stubbing my toe would seem like I hacked it off with a rusty butterknife. Plus, how long will the drug last for? Will it cause problems for my sense of feeling as well?

Alas, I am mearly a Marine Biologist Undergraduate student and this does not entail my line of future work. Unless, I perform this experiment on whales and their babies or something.

I'm so lazy.

I really need to pencil in a time everyday to write in this blog - not really anything interesting will be posted. But just for my general health, i will have to write a little bit.

I had this cool lab group in Biology, and then Josh and Gwenevere dropped out. I have this girl named Samantha who understands Biology if you explain everything in great detail about 5 times. Markus I didn't like at first and didn't talk to him that much because I got the aura of a fuck-up when i got within 2 feet of him. Then we have a new-comer who took the place of Josh. His name is Micheal and he also took the place of who I don't like in the group. Argh. He's the type of weirdo that talks in differents accents every time he speaks, and when he doesn't talk in different accents he does in different languages. All just to impress people without seeming to impress, but to seem funny. When we had to look at onion cells in the microscope the other day he kept saying loudly "Whooooah, Oh My God!; This is soooo coool." And wanted me to take a look in his microscope as if I didn't have the same thing going on under mine... and please, onion cells plasmolyzing is not that awesome. So now, I pretty much talk to Markus instead of everybody else.

It has been GORGEOUS this past week. I want to go hiking, surfing, kayaking, and all that crap in one day because it is beautiful. Here in humboldt county we don't really get that much sun so we have to savor the photons or "energy packets" that hit this planet.

I just ran 2 miles and humm. I wish I could have said that I did more, but fuck. I can't. I'll do better tomorrow.

Botany Lab: Death to all good pants

I was riding on the bus to get to school the other day and this teacher put 5 little kids on the bus with her sitting next to them. I later found out that they were headed to gymnastics. The kid who sat next to me was wearing small pink with white glitter shoes on. The little boy looked so adorable with the pretty heeled shoes because it contrasted with his flannel shirt so much. I asked the teacher about it and she said the kid wears them all the time. And the child said his mom bought them for him. The teacher also said that she found out that the shoes actually belonged to the school and the kid hides his shoes when he goes to school and then puts on the pink ones after. How cute... I can't wait till I get my digital camera so I can take pictures of these things that make me laugh.

I went on this 3 hour trek with my Botany lab today and my pants were fucking wet up to my knees by 5 o'clock. I had to take a Physics test at 5 too. imagine me with my grumpy face, sitting in the classroom, with wet pants, grumbling about the stupid test and no air-conditioning. I was sucking in other people's shitty lung-air for an hour and a half. Ugh!

On the flipside I think that I aced the test. I have to finish up my math homework tonight or else I might get really behind in my studies. I'm slowly dying from my learning experiences as a college student.