Trapped in the Midwest

One western New Yorker girl's adventures in graduate studies trapped in the Midwestern United States!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you...

Howdy! Last night, as I left my office, it began to pour really hard, so I called my lab-mate Saurabh and ask his stinky butt if he wanted a ride (I noticed there was no ugly bike parked in the lab). I laughed all the way to and in the car cuz there was nothing I could do but get poured on so ridiculously hard. It was even funnier cuz I had to carry that rake George bought for the house (which is taller than me) through the science building and all the way to the parking lot. 10 minutes later when he showed up I dropped him off at his building and headed home. I always have to remind this kid to put on a seatbelt. Not that I care, I just don't want the campus popo ticketing me.

At home, I stripped, and took a nice hot shower. The cat was rolling on my rain-soaked clothes piled on the floor in front of my closet. I ate dinner (which included garlic bread!) and then went to watch 'The Legend of Lucy Keyes'. Why are little dead girls so pissed off? My do dead mommies of little dead girls try to steal other little girls? Julie Delpy was in it. So was that tool Justin Theroux. I saw his penis in "Six Feet Under" - Eww!

After the movie, I talked to peeps at home. Apparently Lily the new little kitty is so fearless she kisses and pounces on Miles. He gets a little too excited over the kitty (pussy does that to people!). I told my parent sthey should call her TigerLily then. Kailea said she is very demanding of attention. She screamed and screamed to not be alone in the room, so Kailea turned on the tv and she shut up! I wonder if she likes watching tennis like Eddie does?

I woke up at like, I don't know, 2 and turned the light on for some reason and then woke up again at like 4 to pee and turn it off - I think. I got out of bed at 6:45 totally against my will. I thought I'd have gotten plenty of sleep, but I was wrong. I stopped at the video store on the way to school to stuff the DVD in the return slot.

At school, good parking again, and I didn't need an umbrella. I showed up at lab 10 minutes before it started with the hopes Swapna would have taken out the microscopes our little freshman would be using today. Wrong! I had to do it anyways. While she blabbed, I napped, while late idiots showed up at class waking me. When the kiddies got to the pond water part of the lab, we discovered all the buggies in the water were dead. So I, because Swapna is a sheep, had to go bother the Life Sciences department secretary to bother the advisor of the guy who has zebrafish which eat paramecium (little one-celled shoe-shaped water buggies) in water.

After lab, I found George so we could get the vacuum gauge so my acrylic/ snake goo does not explode. We set it up, hopefully no more bubbly tissue. We rearranged the fridge so the bell jar would fit inside. I made lots of noise moviing stuff. I am such a bull.

After the goo, I ate lunch (more veggie pizza + plums + guacamole) and played on the internet. I emailed the gay-groupers and told them to print out the posters and stick them up anywhere they could. Hopefully they'll listen to me. I still don;t know where I am getting the pizza from for Thursday? I have to ask about specials. We had Papa John's last time. That dude isn't even Italian! Hios last name is Schnatter or something like that! I shouldn't be that mad, no paisan in their right mind would work at Pizza Hut. It is an offence to my people! You have to go to the random pizza places in NY for the good stuff.

I found something very interesting online. I was checking gay-group crap and found I was listed as a contact person for the group online. Damn! Hopefully I am still tucked away safely in the closet. My advisor doesn't need to know my sexual preference. Anyways, so I googled my last name from the school's webpage (I am such a fucking narcissist) and found this: "Samantha Colayori should not be a TA in BIO101. She cusses at students and doesn't seem to know what she is wanting to convey in her "lectures"." Hah! I dug deeper and found it was in response to the open-ended question "Please list the top three ways this institution could have improved your transition to college." I am special and influential e-fucking-nough to make it on some First Year Program (attempt to keep these farm kids in college) Task Force report. Awesome! Now I wonder which little bitch or bastard (the whole array of things this ass said makes me think bitch) from my Biol101 Lab section last fall wrote this? They obvously did not get an 'A' from me. She must have been ugly.

1 hour until seminar, whoohoo! After all the boringness (although it is Dr. Hews thing and it should be good, I like lizards) I plan on going home, watching a movie while eating (I will scream if I get cake on the bed again), watch 'House' (Mmm...Dr. Cameron!), and then maybe watch another movie. Maybe not, I didn't play guitar yesterday because of the tiredness. I don't want my fingers to go soft from not playing for 2 days.

Random fact of the day: I hate teaching! For someone who has been being taught, well, (preschool + kindergarden to 12th grade + 4 years of college + 1 of grad school so far) 19 years of her life, I really hate teaching others. I like learning and I like telling stories and talking about stuff, but standing up in front of a bunch of brats and demanding they regurgitate the crap I am being made to throw at them totally blows goats! I only do it so I can gets paid, yo! I just want to ring their little red necks! The bigger ones, I'll take em on with me car. These little pricks should be grateful I am a native speaker of the English language!