Our entire lab in Bio 2 today was on Aves. I dissected a pigeon. It was a boy pigeon. He had eaten some seeds before he died that were still undigested in his throat. I wish I had my camera today!!!
i worked for Target when i was 17 for about 5 months in 2005. There's a class action lawsuit for personal holiday time that I just got mailed about and apparently if the lawsuit rules infavor of whoever "wong" is, I get "at least $5". Sweet.
Anyways, I'm going to attach a song by Chronic Future called "Flight of the Birds" 'cause I had it stuck in my head during the entire lab.
Oh, PS I got a horrid 79 on my last exam. 1 point away from a B!
Well, I should be studying my ass off. But I think I will go get some study snacks and blow Animalia out of the water starting at around... 9:58 PM... and it'll continue on into Sunday for sure! But right now, it's time for funny things I found on the internet courtesy my streak of having way too much free time... (pictures were found on swfchan.com)...
Basically right now I'm getting paid to sit and make sure the covina senior citizens center doesn't burn down. I just order pizza and there's piano lessons going on in the dining room. Oh, the joys of working the sub shifts for parks and recreation.
I've resolved to spend my entire weekend studying for my bio 2 lecture exam #3. It's on ALL animals from porifera to primates.
But today I had a 'me day' before work. Spent a few hours in downtown covina and went to my high school to get my transcripts sent to UCSD. And I stopped to talk to some of my HS friends who are still there; I got there at lunch and saw a fight break out right before my eyes! And a teacher broke it up and he's the wrestling coach so he got ALL in this kid's face.
But now I have an hour left of my sit-and-do-nothing work. There's something empowering about being on a stage in a big empty auditorium.
random notes for the day:
on my way to bio 2, i picked up a female pine cone off the ground. she was covered in male pollen and there were little red insects crawling all over her. it was a cross-phylogenic domain orgy. i gave her to dr. revell and he was like "oh, thank you! (now, let me give you a pop quiz on coniferophyta!) where on the tree is the female pinecone located? what about the males?" I'm like, "high" and "low" and then I was like "but i found her on the floor with sperm all over her, so she's kind of a whore." but she also had a seed- a baby! how cute.
i got a 46 on my last practicum but it's okay 'cause that's the score i'm going to drop and now i'm going to have plenty of time to study up for future tests.
oh, today was my last day at radiohacks, by the way.
here's another event for the day, presented in instant messenger form:
MizzEllieBee: okay so i came up with this character called Shminkus Pinkus years ago when I took improv classes
MizzEllieBee: and i used to sign up for things on the internet with the name Shminkus Pinkus
DecolonizeYourself: haha
MizzEllieBee: and Shminkus Pinkus is STILL gettng mail
MizzEllieBee: I think Shminkus gets more mail than I do.
MizzEllieBee: he just got offered a membership for the museum of tolerance.
DecolonizeYourself: hahaha
I've never been to the museum of tolerance, btw. So remind me to go. My grandma was a holocaust survivor and such.
I think I'll end this with the poem I just wrote for my creative writing class. The prompt was to use line breaks in a way your don't normally use them. I also had to use a kitchen appliance, an article of clothing, three words out of a list of words given in the textbook (i chose "maniacal", "wrinkle", and "sprawling"), a line about a town i've never lived in, and a song title.
widow style
she
put
the
milk in the freezer to freeze it
ho-
ping
you'd melt it
a
half
empty
glass
with much more to it than its presence
sweater left
in the drier
she
was
ho-
ping you'd run it
so she could scream when you discover what she knows:
DRY.
CLEAN.
ONLY.
A Little Help From My Friends?
'cause
she
can get maniacal
And when I just
Let
It
Be
I end up tracing
every
last
wrinkle
every individual's fate, inevitable, becomes far too personal
and the day when she finally got up and left her zip code we ended up finding her sprawling on the hotel floor of the city of waikiki where the beaches are bleached in beauty and the drugs and ho's are aplenty and we've fucked that place up with industrialization and tourism, now haven't we?
but the more
she
we try
to make sense out of
life
it's like making sense out of frozen milk
and an early, unforeseen, God-given
death
This is linked as apart of a homework assignment in my Intro to Developmental Psychology class online at Citrus College. The craziest part is the photoshopping! Woah!
I know this passage I'm about to paste is pretty common sense type knowledge, but it was nice to read actual scientific study documentation about it..... (Came across it while working for my Cultural Anthropology class in the textbook. It's called "Cultural Anthropology: An Applied Perspective" by Gary Ferraro. Seventh Edition, Page 75)...
"Margaret Mead (1901-1978)... was one of the earliest and most prolific writers in the field of culture and personality. After completing her graduate training under Boas at Columbia University, Mead became fascinated wth the general topic of the emotional disruption that seemd to accompany adolescence in the United States. Psychologists at the time maintained that the stress and emotional problems found among American adolescents were a biological fact of life and occured in puberty in all societies. But Mead wanted to know whether this emotional turbulence was the result of being an adolescent or of being an adolescent in the United States. In 1925 she left for Somoa to try to determine whether the strains of adolescence were universal (that is, biologically based) or varied from one culture to another. In her first book, Coming of Age in Somoa (1928), Mead reported that the permissive family structure and relaxed sexual patterns among Somoans were responsible for a calm adolescence. Thus, she concluded that the emotional turbulence found among adolescents in the United States was culturally rather than biologically based."
L.E. Becker
Class of 2010: UC San Diego, Sixth College
Major: Psychology
Minor: Biology
(oh hey, sidenote- apparently LE Becker is what i'm supposed to put in the top left of my field notebook pages, not the instructor's name)
My body is fine, but my brain is absolutely thrashed in stress and lack of sleep, now.
bad idea: going to an adult entertainment convention by yourself.
but i got to start my first sexology field notebook! (procrastinatory tool for avoiding what really matters: completing my field notebook for bio 2). I won't go into details, but it was a.. uh... special. experience. If you know me in person, ask to read my notes.
tonight is inventory at radiohacks which means menial work until 3 or 4 or so in the morning. donate monsters, red bulls, rockstars, please. and food. and noise-isolating headphones.
Oh, thanks! ha. Yeah, I got a nice 6 hour nap in today, but now it is 1 am and... read more
on the countdown's over.