I need a break from the last 4 hours of studying. So I asked John (my roommate), "What do people do when they need a break but dont want to play World of Warcraft? Don't say anything about kit-kat bars." His first suggestion was to drop my pants b/c it solves all problems. I already did that earlier today, perhaps something different. So he suggested i think of some of my other hobbies. Wow was my hobby but I decided I've grown out of it. Wtf, mate!? So I decided i should start writing or blogging or w/e again.
A friend of mine, Emily, is back from College in Pennsylvania. She's decided to take a short break from her master's program in social psychology. She deemed the work to be no longer important to her and overly stressful to the point she no longer had drive or passion continue. It will be nice to hang out with her. She's attempting to get a job as a glorified secretary at IUPUI for one of the faculty members / instructors. I believe its a good decision. She'll still be in an academic environment and can go back to school should she decide to pursue an alternate route. Her girlfriend, Vicki, is out of town, Chicago, I'd imagine visiting family, perhaps. So for now its cool to see Emily just herself and catch up. I plan on going to the Indianapolis Museum of Art with her to look up the name of a painting that I found to be pretty cool. Instead of describing the painting, I'll describe what it portrayed.... I really need to find out the name of it.
He grabbed the monkey firmly around the neck. It squealed, writhing and scratching at his large hands. Should Giovatti tighten his grip, the monkey’s neck would snap- such a thin, frail animal; now shrieking in terror. “Now listen to me Lucifer!” began Giovatti with great force. “You will not implore my sense of nobility or honor, for you possess no such traits. You have interrupted my work. You have taken on this meager guise to shroud yourself from the Light.” The shrieks did not cease. The thrashing and attempts of making freedom were relentless. The eyes betrayed the animal. Cunning and wit were within them. Giovatti continued, “It will be only fitting that you become a tool, something of benefit to me and the Light itself. Hold this candle, and in the name of God and all that is holy, you shall provide me means to work late into the gloomy night until the candle burns no more.” Giovatti, with his free hand, reached for a freshly burning candle. He drew in a great breath and let out a heavy, tired sigh. “Perhaps, you shall learn something while I work. Now remain still, quiet, and you are not permitted to leave until the flame burns down and its glow is extinguished.” Giovatti held the candleholder in front of the monkey.
The Original Evil had become compliant, no longer crying and trying scratch its captor. Giovatti wrapped the monkey’s small fingers around the handle. The monkey quietly held the light still as the flame gradually burned down the wick. Giovatti paid no more attention to the small, fanged, night guest. Through the hours of darkness Giovatti worked, talking to himself aloud and occasionally humming a random tune from his youth as he copied scripture and wrote philosophy, analyzing meanings and forming conclusions only to be rebuked by further analyses. The clouds covered the moon and candle burnt no more. All was dark. A breeze floated through an open window. Giovatti stood up. “It appears to be time for bed.” He did not bother to see if his furry pupil was still around. Walking to the down filled bed Giovatti felt oddly accomplished and somewhat restless. He was an old man with a graying beard. He could not afford to be up any longer lest he waste much of the next day in a stupor haze from lack of sleep. Oh how he missed his more carefree days of adolescence.
John's brother, Eric, is chilling over here for the next several days. I'm not really sure why, but i dont particularly care. I enjoy having him over.
omg.... i soooo dont know what to write. I think there are more hotties out this summer than last, if its any consolation for lack there of which to write about.
My second day of Anatomy lecture proved to be quite fruitful. I read the chapter in advance and took 10 pages of notes that is STILL ongoing from the book. However, i'm gonna friggin pawn this ANP 102 class. I figured reading and taking notes ahead of time would overcome the thick accent my teacher has. I'm still unsure where he's from. He also got a "pocket microphone" that he put on his collar which now makes him incredibly easier to listen to. The first day of class i was straining to hear him.
Sometimes, reading the AnP text book i cant help but find some things funny. Like right now we're going over the Digestive System. Well, I walk up to Eric and John last night and I announce, "I have a joke!" I continue, "What do you call an enZYME that kills bacteria? Lysozyme!!!" HAHAHAHA! You know like lysol and enzyme put together!? Well, i understand thats not really how it works and that there are respective word parts that merely make up the word in its meaning but i still love how so much ANP terminology actually tells you its meaning should you dissect it and look at the word parts.
My friend Brian humored me as i explained the different tissue layers of the GIT (ie: mucosa, submucosa, muscularis externa and serosa) lol. I need more ANP friends to talk about this stuff with. I spent like 15-20 minutes hung up on a chemical reaction formula trying to describe what i think is the conversion of HCl in the stomach to a more alkaline base.... or maybe it was talking about how bicarbonates (like maybe carbonic anhydrase???) turn ... no... wait... hmmmmmm dammit. i thought i was on the right track. Well, whatever! I've concluded this is not necassary to know, just as long as i'm aware of the "alkaline tide" and that it occurs when the stomach is "full" due to blood leaving the stomach with a higher pH. omg... i hate chemistry. I'm not looking forward to taking it. I might opt for microbiology... but... hmmm... that is still almost as difficult. Meh. So after forever of being hungup on this I just wrote down what i just said about the alkaline tide and continued on for few more pages diligently taking notes.
You know... for as interesting as all of this honestly is, I feel like no one around me really cares or has interest... well, i guess that's b/c they dont. Oh well, Its gonna completely pay off and i'm gonna finally get out of entry-level jobs and have something important to do!
Hmmm. I was hoping to write about something more creative in this post.