the facts are these

An update: Wild Fingerchew spotted sleeping on his bag outside HPA waiting for an opportunity to sit in front of someone in evolutionary bio and devour his own hand.

On Monday, it rained. I was parked as far from a building as you can get, so after spending one of the four hours I had between classes in the library waiting for the class registration system to come back online (because the first day of class is the BEST time to take the site down), I decided to take the on-campus bus to get nearer to my car. It was raining too hard once I got on to consider getting off again, so what the hell, I think, I'll just go around one more time and get off after the next loop.

No, no, I can't do that. Why? Because the bus hit a fucking car. I was sitting there, watching it turn left and looking at the car nearest the bus, and thinking, gosh, that's close. But the bus driver, he knows his shit, he'll move. And then the most horrible SCREEE-EEEE-KRRRSHHHHHHH as the bus just TEARS along the back end of the little purple hatchback. This, of course, is a good quarter of a mile away from my car, and it's still drizzling. So the bus driver pulls over, opens the doors and is all LATER, GUYS. HAVE FUN WALKING.

By the time I make it to my car, I have enough time to gas it up, and then return promptly to campus for the next class. That's right, four hours down.

TUESDAY. I get out of class early so I think oh, I'll walk across campus to the new bookstore. It's not an insignificant walk, but I have an hour. WHYYYYYY NOT. I walk, there is nothing, I go back and sit outside my classroom with a half an hour until my next class. I check the class registration and my blood runs cold. THERE IS AN OPENING.

Now let me back up here. On Monday, I sat in on Molecular Cell Biology hoping to ask for an override in, since I didn't pass Organic I. The professor says SURE, NO PROBLEM. But ONLY if there's an open seat. And if there's an open seat, I have to go up to the biology office on the third floor, get the paperwork, and then go to a DIFFERENT building and turn it in. They won't give me the paperwork in advance because they know, rightly, that I would just turn it in regardless of whether there's an opening or not.

SO. LAURA. YOU HAVE A HALF AN HOUR. YOU ARE IN THE HPA BUILDING. YOU NOW HAVE TO RUN TO THE BIOLOGY BUILDING, GO TO THE THIRD FLOOR, AND THEN THE COLLEGE OF SCIENCES, AND THEN RETURN TO HPA BEFORE EVOLUTIONARY BIO BEGINS. THIS IS YOUR MISSION. YOU HAVE NO BICYCLE. YOU CANNOT RUN, BECAUSE YOUR SHOES WOULD MURDER YOU AND YOUR BAG PREVENTS IT.

DO. YOU. HAVE. WHAT IT TAKES.

And that is the story of how the biology department was privy to a wide-eyed, frizzy haired, redfaced biologist staggering in the door and stammering I HAVE AN OVERRIDE, SEE, THAT POST-IT, RIGHT THERE, THAT IS MY NAME, IT SAYS I HAVE AN OVERRIDE, PLEASE GIVE ME THE LITTLE ORANGE PAPER SO THAT I MAY DIE.

To take the suspense out of this story, I got it in and made it to evo bio with a minute to spare, and everyone around me clearly wondering what on earth I was so anxious about, and oh, how lucky she is to get that single open seat, it's not like she was checking the website every hour or anything.

And then today I missed that class I worked my ass off to get because there was no parking anywhere on campus, and I drove around campus like a shark for an hour hunting for people walking out so I could follow them and take their space.

Oh, and did I also mention how I have teenage girls staying in my apartment, and my roommate and I had to go save them from a terrible vacation at 10 pm last night an hour away? No? Well, that happened too. So I apologize to anyone who received a phone call late at night asking what you do to entertain teenage girls.

Boondock Saints has a plan for the zombie apocalypse but DIDN'T LIKE SHAUN OF THE DEAD.

Edit: Oh god he also reads Ctrl-Alt-Del.

So, studying for an orgo test this morning that TOTALLY snuck up on me, but it's totally cool since I know all this stuff already, I just need to remind my brain of some of the details that might slip my mind.

But I was just in my English Lit class, the one I'm taking for fun and extra credits, and LET ME TELL YOU INTERNET, it is WEIRD to hear English Major talk after taking science courses for like three years. People are analyzing romantic poetry (while I'm reading my orgo notes) and talking about the soul and nature and disillusionment of adulthood and how childhood represents liberty and I'm like WHAT are you TALKING about, WHERE IS THAT STORED IN THE CELLS. CHILDHOOD IS UNFUSED EPIPHYSEAL PLATES.

Finished my second Animal Behavior exam earlier than the first one. And by earlier I mean 45 minutes before class rather than 20 minutes before class. Which is pretty good. I could have had it done earlier but I felt like taking a Nostalgia Critic break this afternoon before finishing.

I actually really enjoyed writing this one. It was easy to compile the information and I got to throw in a journal article about the human penis and sperm competition that I'd read a few months back. Neat stuff if you want to check it out.

It ended up as five single spaced pages plus two pages of works cited.

I finally filled in the monthly planner section in my organizer with all my test and quiz dates. So that's the next four months of my life mapped out with a vengeance.

I looked for parking for an hour today. I just circled around two parking garages and two parking lots for fifty minutes. By the time I found parking on the other side of campus (one of apparently only two spaces left) it would have taken me as long to walk to the class as the class had time remaining. I sat in my car and cried for five minutes before getting out.

My first orgo test is Friday. My first lab practical in CVA is next Thursday. I'm incredibly nervous about that. I don't know how I'll do. I'm going to sequester myself this weekend and make a million and one labeled osteology posters. If I bomb this first practical I have to drop the class, because all the practicals are like that. It's not like I move on to new concepts, I just have to learn a whole new set of terms.

Exhausting. I want cheese.

Edit: Everything is better because I am having a beer before noon with my lunch. Which is not the healthy lunch I packed for myself, but instead a giant bacon barbecue burger from Wackadoos.

Frustrated with the poor image qualities of the photographs of the skeletons available on the CVA website, I brought my own camera with me today to lab. I alternated between taking photos of the specimens and drawing my own sketches. When I went to play with the contrast and upload them to flickr I realized I could use the note function to label them. I haven't gotten to all of them yet, but I did the ones I studied in lab today.



Turned out pretty well, I think. The entire set is here.

Well, it seems that the weather has set into a comfortable pattern of raining like hell in the afternoon and being sunny the rest of the time. At least it's sunny right now.

I went to buy the textbook today, but it was way more than I can ask my parents to pay for right now, and there are no new copies. It's not like that would be much cheaper anyway. So I'm going to have to figure out some way to get the problems out of the back of each chapter. *makes Bambi eyes*

I found out yesterday that I don't have to move out at the end of my lease as long as I find myself a roommate before July 15, so, guys, if you know anyone, let me know.