Thanks for Being Entirely Unhelpful...

I just finished and posted my essay which is due tonight at 8 for my Animal Science Ethics class. I started writing it this morning and I'm actually quite proud of how it turned out. What's due tonight is only a rough draft of the final essay (due weds) and the whole point of the draft is to get feedback from your fellow classmates on how to improve your essay. Part of the assignment is to reply to 2 of your classmates' posted essays. You're supposed to write 2 paragraphs: one on what you like and one on what they could change (Citing specifics). I just finished my toned down Grammar Nazi routine on two papers and found that I've gotten a reply.

Upon reading it I decided that either I am rediculously more experienced in butchering papers and giving useful feedback, or I am simply expecting too much from a 200 level class...

Here's the response I got (with commentary):

"Your introduction paragraph was very well written (thank you). I also like dhow (spell check! It's available online too, you know!) you used your citations, they helped support what you were talking about (...that is generally what citations do...). I also liked that I could understand what you were talking about, seeing how some of these experiments are really hard to understand (...that would be because I was SUMMARIZING the experiment...in real life it is painfully difficult to understand...damn stats and scientific lingo). I'm not sure what you could improve upon(...wait...what? Nothing? You've got nothing?! Not my utter BS spewed heavily thoughout? Not my explanation of my position on the ethical situation?!). I liked it a lot. Great Job."

This person deserves the 15 point deduction they're going to get for being entirely unhelpful...

...You're Officially Ignorant...

So I'm currently stalling and wasting time until class starts at 11:10 and went to one of the side "sun rooms" that have couches, tables, and most importantly outlets (my laptop battery is finally dying). Now, most people follow standard "I have no clue who you are so I will be quiet and not snoop" rules. There are, however, 3 freshmen sitting in here talking rediculously loudly and informing everyone here and in the nearby classrooms of just how ignorant they are.

"What's a mortgage?"
"Its got something to do with real estate."

Wow. That's all you got?

Was I ever this ignorant? I hope not. Its especially irritating because I can't turn up my headphones and computer volume any higher without blowing out my eardrums. I CAN STILL HEAR THEM.

The other girl in here on her computer keeps swapping irritated looks with me. I think her volume's as maxed as can be too.

I'm very tempted to tell them to shut up because I'm trying to study/write a paper (total BS).

Origmai: A Way to Amuse a Bored Artist

I sat down at my computer and decided, completely randomly, to pull out a piece of paper and make an origami crane.

I then decided to find a new animal to create with paper and made a fox.

Just when I thought I was done: a dollar bill is chilling on my desk. So I create a peacock.

I'm done now. I swear...

The Adventure of Frank the Frog

My Friday was nothing but a tedious strain on my sanity. I went to class. I went to work at both jobs. After I finished washing the day's allotment of trays I was opening the drain to swap the pot-soaking water when something small and brown hopped down into the drain catch.
It was Frank the Frog, and his appearance caused me to stop, blink, tilt my head, blink again and then take a picture with my phone before going and getting my boss. He was just as confused as me as to why a tree frog was in our greenhouse drain when its been bone dry outside.

We fished him out and decided a more appropriate release point should be found so we stuck him in Tupperware and I took him with me when I left.
He was later released by my roommate in a woody, cooler area by the stream next to her barn.

Supernatural: My Life is Once More Complete!

Season premere of Supernatural just finished. All I have to say is: "OH MY GOD!"

Can't wait for next thursday, despite all the exams and papers! Gah! Happiness!

There was actually a chorus of squeals and clapping when it started...it was awesome. :)

I'll be a good girl and not post spoilers on here for the sake of my friends who have not finished season 3 yet... Cough*Kess*Cough.

Here's a pretty Dean pic to go with...

Life Lessons in Cell Physicology

"Its easier to argue with someone when you're both naked."

Real biology professors argue with one another about the numbers of ATP formed using one molecule of glucose in the showers at the rec center...

Epic Fetch

Was amused and had a total "awww" response and felt like sharing.

Mostly because I absolutly adore tigers...

Now, I'm sitting in Animal Development and lecture's starting and I must go!

Onwards to fertilization in sea urchins!

And She Saw That They Were Good and Went in Search of Caffeine

Well, I am officially the biggest overreacting looser in all of Pullman. Screw what everyone else thinks though, I have them. I have my Flogging Molly tickets for the show in the CUB this October. And you know what else? I get to brag that I was the first one in the f-ing line.

Probably because I'm so used to Seattle rabid music fans and concerts in Pullman selling out in one class period (cough*EltonJohn*cough). I got up at frickin' 5 A.M. left my apartment at 6, and was in the basement of the CUB at 6:20. Guess what? NOBODY WAS THERE.

In fact, nobody started to show up until 7. At that point I brought my cafe chair over to the Cougar Card Center window and officially claimed the head of the line as my own. I ended up talking with the two people right behind me until the window opened at 8:00, finding comradary in fellow theater fans, music lovers, and advocates of killing those irritating, loud, drunks that always seem to appear at concerts.

Too bad it was all general admission...the only proof I've got is this photo with the transaction time on the receipt: 8:01.

(GASP! My name's on the receipt! Too bad its such a common duo of names... :D )

After I got my tickets (for myself and my roomate) I then proceeded to shuffle off to the B&N cafe for some much needed caffeine before dragging myself to Cell Physiology.

I'd Honestly KILL For a Bit of Responsability

I'm a bit fed up with people not being responsible adults (if they legally are so) or teenagers. So, without naming names I'm here to rant. I love every person alluded to here to death, but right now I'm irritated with being the seemingly only responsible person in my life right now.

Its not too hard to accept 'no' as my final answer and do something else instead. Something like, I dunno...saving up your money and not buying rediculously overpriced 'fashion label' clothing and bags and shoes instead of, oh the little thing called STARTING YOUR OWN BANK ACCOUNT! I mean, its not that hard and look at the big pluses that come with that: money for when you really need it, a debit card so you don't have to carry around wads-o-cash, and you can thus open your own Kami-damned iTunes account and stop pestering me.

It also shouldn't be too hard to keep a job in a college town for more than a few months. I realize it involves getting up early, but most jobs do. I also realize your boss is a strict ass, but that doesn't make up for the fact that you screwed up.

Taking care of your car should also be way up on your 'important things to do' list. Yes talking with insurance companies and filing claims, etc. is irritating and whatnot (I've done it too) but that doesn't mean you should take your dear sweet time with it! Its like a band-aid, get it done quick and be done with it! If your car has had a problem for a year and your parents are paying for repairs and everything, GET IT F-ING FIXED!

Right, rant done.

Again I love these people to absolute death but even those closest to you can grate on your nerves sometimes. If you read this and think its about you and wish to bitch me out, go right on ahead, I just need to get this off my chest because I've got the bad habit of internalizing my thoughts on people close to me. Yes, I know I'm being a two-faced b--ch by writing this and not saying anything, but I'd rather not. I am after-all, still a woman, and that's how we are despite how much we try not to be.