Talk, Talking A Lot, But It's Still Talk

*plops down*  Whew!  I just spent about an hour dancing around my dorm room like crazy to this song.  Go listen to it (or at least part of it) and you'll understand why I'm worn out now - it's pretty fast, and I guess I was closer to flailing than dancing per se.

(Just a warning - it's almost a guarantee that it'll get stuck in your head if you listen to it, so follow the link with caution.)

I also did a good portion of this so-called "dancing" in front of my mirror and thus was able to confirm that, yes, I am an energetic but terrible dancer.  Like, if someone was trying to dance with me I'd probably smack them in the face by accident.  Repeatedly.  So often that it would cease to look like an accident and I'd probably be arrested.

Anyway, if any of you actually checked the song out, you probably have some serious doubts as to my taste in music right now (and are probably also cursing me because now it won't get out of your head.  Ha!)  I don't know why I like it, either, but I'm feeling pretty manic at the moment, so maybe it's just a mood thing.

Wow, this post is really pointless.  Like, beyond my usual.  Whoops.

I need to turn off the music and finish my homework anyway.  I have finals in a week and I haven't really studied all that much yet.  And I'm nursing a serious grudge against my Biology professor for testing us over the whole semester's worth of material.  (I know that's the point of a final, but none of my other professors are doing it and it's at least twenty chapters of crap.  NOT ON.)

Also, the lab sucks.  We keep dissecting things, and even though it doesn't particularly gross me out, it is getting tedious (and the smell isn't exactly a plus, either.)  As if that's not annoying enough, today we were talking about the reproductive system.  And if for some reason you're laboring under the delusion that college students can be mature about this sort of thing, allow me to correct you: they can't.  Didn't help that the TA was talking about it all in his incomprehensible accent, and he's also the last person I want to hear talking about anything even remotely related to sex.

"I wonder," I mused to myself as the TA rambled on about VAA-gin-uhs (to a chorus of undignified giggles and snorts), "if I could beat my head against the table hard enough to knock myself unconscious."

And, once again, I was the sucker who had to do all the actual dissecting.

"I could be doing anything else right now," I hissed to the guy sitting across from me.  "I could be reading The Iliad, finishing my Philosophy essay, studying for my Stats final-"

"Or sleeping," he supplied helpfully, slurping his coffee.

"-Or sleeping," I agreed, slicing through the lifeless (and curiously flattened) animal on my tray recklessly.  "And it would be infinitely preferable to molesting a dead rat before ten a.m.."

(We were dissecting them so we could examine their reproductive organs, so as to illustrate the material we're covering this chapter.)

"I'll give either one of you twenty bucks if you lick the rat," another guy said, leering as he leaned over the table to check out either the organs spilling out of the dead rodent or my breasts - it was hard to tell.  I opened and closed the dissecting scissors threateningly and he leaned back in his chair, falling asleep in about five seconds.

As you can see, only geniuses are accepted here.  And I really am going now.

Ah, yes, T.V. Now would be a great time to go on the fritz, given that the fourth season of House premiers today.

Stupid machine! Either I find a way to fix it before the show comes on (unlikely, given my complete lack of technological expertise), or I hijack someone else's T.V. (much more likely.)

Anyway, today: Stats quiz and Biology exam, neither of which I feel fully prepared for because as I was trying to study for one, I was worrying about the other, and both of which I have to walk through a thunderstorm to get to. What part of this don't I like again?

Oh, right.

All of it.

Still, I should get some last-minute studying in. And the Stats quiz is open book, open notes, so hopefully if I forget how to do something I'll be able to figure it out quickly. Although that might be hard to do when the stupid county is testing its severe weather sirens right in the middle of the quiz. (Don't they think it might be a little confusing, given that the sirens very well might have validity given that it is storming outside? Iowa, the logic meter is reading zero.)

I'm in the middle of studying for my Biology exam, a lovely little thing that covers six chapters, and I'm currently looking over the chapter dealing with photosynthesis. Never mind that the course is entitled Human Biology, and last time I checked only plants photosynthesized. Anyway, one of the two stages, "light independent", is apparently also known as "carbon fixation."

Tell me this would not be a great name for a band. No, really. It's one of those cool-sounding names that doesn't really mean anything. I'm...strangely drawn to it.

So that's the only thing I'll remember when taking the exam. "I have no freaking clue what happens in photosynthesis, but I'm totally forming a band in Guitar Hero called Carbon Fixation. Could I get extra credit for that?"

"FAIL."

"...Or not."