The field trip to the SBRI was a lot of fun. I had no idea it was the leading biomedical research institute in the country (or was it the world?). After seeing the equipment they had and the sort of work they were doing, I can believe it. But the people that worked there? They were so young! Like, recently graduated from high school or dropped out of college young. And they were all so pretty! I know that they hire a lot of students, and offer a lot of summer stuff for high school students, but that was pretty ridiculous. Do they only hire models as well? Apparently, you not only have to be a genius to be a biotechnitian, but you have to be gorgeous as well. Top of the food chain.
We dissected mosquitoes at the end. A lot of what we talked about during the tour had to do with mosquitoes infecting people with malaria. We pulled off the head of the little bugs to see the trachea and saliva glands, pulled out their sex organs, and then pulled off their back ends to expose the gut. All under a microscope. It was a little awkward to get used to the absolute lack of depth perception, but because of the way you had to use two hands to do the job, it really just seemed like a videogame.
I am experiencing two problems that are attacking my self confidence right now: My hair and my fish.
I noticed today that most of the ends of my hair are totally damaged. Split and splitting and kinking breaking all over the place. This explains why my hair has been looking so sick lately. The easy solution is to just cut it all off. But I don’t want to lose all of my hair. And I don’t know if it’s possible to get just a trim when your hair is layered. So: Not feeling so great about the way I look all of a sudden. I shall get this fixed soon.
My goldfish has been floating nonstop all week. Usually, if I don’t feed him, he doesn’t float. So if I see him swimming around the tank all happy, I know it’s time to feed him. And when he is floating around all happy, he should be left alone. He has been floating all week, and consequently has not been fed until a little while ago. But today he didn’t look happy so much. More frustrated, really. I think he may be really sick, and I think it may be my fault. I gave him some (floating) food, and he ate it with total desperation. Tomorrow, I’m giving everything in his tank a total scrub down, and he will be spending some time in my bathroom for frequent water changes.
I’ll just have to keep the bathroom door shut so the cats don’t get at him like they’ve been getting at my hair bands. I hope Othello will be okay.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Derivative
Okay, so something interesting happened to me today, but for the life of me I can’t remember what. I seriously remember thinking “Oh, yay! Something I can put on my blog!” Augh, what was it?
… Did it have something to do with food?
I remember red rings…
… Was it while I was driving home…?
OH YEAH I remember now. I went to the book fair!
It was so much more interesting when I couldn't remember. But yes, I went to the fair being held at Rae's younger brother's school. I bought two books, and a mechanical pencil that blows my mind. One of the books I only bought because the guy on the cover reminds me of Rorschach. The other book was the cheapest in the murder mystery section. But looking closer, it is no murder mystery. I hope it's a good read at least. The new mechanical pencil looks like a real pencil, is made of wood, has a rubber eraser, but the eraser clicks and real lead comes out of the fake lead. It is just the bee's knees.
So after 166 posts, this blog now has one follower and one stalker. I suddenly feel all this pressure to perform. You two have no idea, I feel the need to entertain you now. But I'm not much of an entertainer (I talk far too fast), and all of my good jokes are inside jokes. Here, I'll show you.
Truck!
Only one of you cared.
Leaving that topic to rot, I have that field trip tomorrow. I should be out the door by 6:15. So I should wake up at 5. Some quick math tells me that I will very tired tomorrow. But if I do not go on the field trip, I can leave at 8:45. It's like Sophie's choice: Go on the field trip or sleep in? Whatever, I can sleep in next week during WASL week. Which reminds me, next week is WASL week. Half days, every day.
Oh god I am so tired right now.
… Did it have something to do with food?
I remember red rings…
… Was it while I was driving home…?
OH YEAH I remember now. I went to the book fair!
It was so much more interesting when I couldn't remember. But yes, I went to the fair being held at Rae's younger brother's school. I bought two books, and a mechanical pencil that blows my mind. One of the books I only bought because the guy on the cover reminds me of Rorschach. The other book was the cheapest in the murder mystery section. But looking closer, it is no murder mystery. I hope it's a good read at least. The new mechanical pencil looks like a real pencil, is made of wood, has a rubber eraser, but the eraser clicks and real lead comes out of the fake lead. It is just the bee's knees.
So after 166 posts, this blog now has one follower and one stalker. I suddenly feel all this pressure to perform. You two have no idea, I feel the need to entertain you now. But I'm not much of an entertainer (I talk far too fast), and all of my good jokes are inside jokes. Here, I'll show you.
Truck!
Only one of you cared.
Leaving that topic to rot, I have that field trip tomorrow. I should be out the door by 6:15. So I should wake up at 5. Some quick math tells me that I will very tired tomorrow. But if I do not go on the field trip, I can leave at 8:45. It's like Sophie's choice: Go on the field trip or sleep in? Whatever, I can sleep in next week during WASL week. Which reminds me, next week is WASL week. Half days, every day.
Oh god I am so tired right now.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Thanks to Me
So I’ll probably make it home on Thursday about the same time as a normal day, if not a little bit later. But I will have to be at the ferry by 7. I’m usually not even out of bed by 7. So Thursday will be a day of waking early, driving way too much, all with a chance of catching an incurable strain of whatever virus is being worked on at the lab.
I still have Friday off, though.
In PE, we used those large rubber exercise balls that people sometimes sit on instead of office furniture. My ball was defective. It must have been, because I could not do a single one of those exercises. We started out doing this thing where you are in push-up position, but with your feet on top of the ball. Every time I'd go to put my foot up there, I'd miss because the ball had rolled halfway across the room. I'd finally get both feet up there, and fall over sideways. I once managed to get both feet on the ball, and pull my knees in to do the curling exercise. I then got stuck, lost my balance, and fell over sideways. Most of today was falling over sideways.
I also had this problem with traction. We had our stomachs on the balls, and the only thing keeping me from sliding backwards was the tips of my shoes. But obviously, I wouldn't be talking about this if that was enough and I had no problems. No, my feet had no traction, and the hellish ball would slowly roll backwards, almost as if it were trying to carefully roll me off. I would either be deposited on the floor, or I'd get stuck hanging on by my chin, lose my balance, and fall over sideways.
When we were lying on the balls sideways I would fall over half of the way, landing upright.
Tomorrow I need to take all of the CD's and LotR cassettes out of my car. Don't let me forget. I also need to make the next day's lunch, print out a few essays all properly formatted, and cut one of the tri's off my trifold board. (Also: Master Japanese. Sensei has been a nazi lately.)
I still have Friday off, though.
In PE, we used those large rubber exercise balls that people sometimes sit on instead of office furniture. My ball was defective. It must have been, because I could not do a single one of those exercises. We started out doing this thing where you are in push-up position, but with your feet on top of the ball. Every time I'd go to put my foot up there, I'd miss because the ball had rolled halfway across the room. I'd finally get both feet up there, and fall over sideways. I once managed to get both feet on the ball, and pull my knees in to do the curling exercise. I then got stuck, lost my balance, and fell over sideways. Most of today was falling over sideways.
I also had this problem with traction. We had our stomachs on the balls, and the only thing keeping me from sliding backwards was the tips of my shoes. But obviously, I wouldn't be talking about this if that was enough and I had no problems. No, my feet had no traction, and the hellish ball would slowly roll backwards, almost as if it were trying to carefully roll me off. I would either be deposited on the floor, or I'd get stuck hanging on by my chin, lose my balance, and fall over sideways.
When we were lying on the balls sideways I would fall over half of the way, landing upright.
Tomorrow I need to take all of the CD's and LotR cassettes out of my car. Don't let me forget. I also need to make the next day's lunch, print out a few essays all properly formatted, and cut one of the tri's off my trifold board. (Also: Master Japanese. Sensei has been a nazi lately.)
Monday, March 9, 2009
Chug-A-Lug
Augh, man, some days are just not made to be joyful.
I had a doctor's appointment today. It was the first time they had made me put on a gown, and I had the hardest time knotting it in the back. Not to mention the gown was just plain too big for me. But whatever. I checked out fine, I am healthier than last time I saw her. I was updated on the shots I would need to attend MSU--A Meningitis shot in the arm, and a TB test. I go back in Thursday for the results of the TB test. Until then, I have a little red bump just underneath my skin.
That little red bump has been causing me some serious anxiety today. (It bled a lot when it was not supposed to.)
Oh fuck! I just remembered why I even made a doctor's appointment in the first place. My earwax has been red for over a year. (Blood red, actually.) Or, more yellow, orange, and red, with gobs of dried blood. I think it might be important. But it just keeps slipping my mind. Totally forgot to mention it today. Do you think it's connected to the nosebleeds I get when I sleep?
Thursday I have a field trip. I think I might be able to get home early that day. Around 1 o'clock, maybe 2-ish. He said we'd get back around noon, and I'm hoping that means I can get home before school gets out. I have to stop by the clinic that day, though. Even though we're going to the Seattle Biomedical Reasearch Institute, and somebody there could probably tell me the results, it is my doctor that needs to know.
Don't hold me to getting home early, though. I have no idea what the schedule will be like. For all I know, noon means 4pm.
Which reminds me, I have no school Friday. Neat.
I had a doctor's appointment today. It was the first time they had made me put on a gown, and I had the hardest time knotting it in the back. Not to mention the gown was just plain too big for me. But whatever. I checked out fine, I am healthier than last time I saw her. I was updated on the shots I would need to attend MSU--A Meningitis shot in the arm, and a TB test. I go back in Thursday for the results of the TB test. Until then, I have a little red bump just underneath my skin.
That little red bump has been causing me some serious anxiety today. (It bled a lot when it was not supposed to.)
Oh fuck! I just remembered why I even made a doctor's appointment in the first place. My earwax has been red for over a year. (Blood red, actually.) Or, more yellow, orange, and red, with gobs of dried blood. I think it might be important. But it just keeps slipping my mind. Totally forgot to mention it today. Do you think it's connected to the nosebleeds I get when I sleep?
Thursday I have a field trip. I think I might be able to get home early that day. Around 1 o'clock, maybe 2-ish. He said we'd get back around noon, and I'm hoping that means I can get home before school gets out. I have to stop by the clinic that day, though. Even though we're going to the Seattle Biomedical Reasearch Institute, and somebody there could probably tell me the results, it is my doctor that needs to know.
Don't hold me to getting home early, though. I have no idea what the schedule will be like. For all I know, noon means 4pm.
Which reminds me, I have no school Friday. Neat.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Retcher
Well, since I find myself with about an hour to kill before I have to be off, I think I might as well write a Ubiquity post.
Man, I wish I could find my camera. I am dazzling in my Doomsday Clock outfit--You don't get the full effect without the head accessories. I think a photoshoot is definitely in order right now. But! There is no camera. How sad is that?
We did extreme stretching in PE. My flexibility is so strange. I can't touch my toes, or even extend my legs completely when sitting down. But I had no problem putting my knee over my shoulder, and when we crossed our legs over our stomachs I was able to lie flat on my face. The lady on the video had to support herself with her arms. Boy, that lady had some leg strength, though. She could do a sumo squat for 20 minutes without any problem. Me? My legs gave out after about ten.
She also moved creepily. Someone should tell her to stop, it's not artsy OR graceful. Just frightening.
Oh man! 30 Rock is on! I forgot! I gotta go.
Man, I wish I could find my camera. I am dazzling in my Doomsday Clock outfit--You don't get the full effect without the head accessories. I think a photoshoot is definitely in order right now. But! There is no camera. How sad is that?
We did extreme stretching in PE. My flexibility is so strange. I can't touch my toes, or even extend my legs completely when sitting down. But I had no problem putting my knee over my shoulder, and when we crossed our legs over our stomachs I was able to lie flat on my face. The lady on the video had to support herself with her arms. Boy, that lady had some leg strength, though. She could do a sumo squat for 20 minutes without any problem. Me? My legs gave out after about ten.
She also moved creepily. Someone should tell her to stop, it's not artsy OR graceful. Just frightening.
Oh man! 30 Rock is on! I forgot! I gotta go.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Divisionary
Micropipettes! I love using them, but I hate writing about them! And, as it turns out, I have more I need to write about them. Isn't that a shame?
So you wanted something you didn't know about Kelly, and you wanted something juicy. So I wracked my brain to think of something, and the best I could come up with was my transition from private school to public school. I am also really very tired, so we'll see how well this writes out.
After nearly dying by falling into a ditch without so much as a word from the school to my parents about it, it was decided that it was time for me to go to a normal school. Part of the reason was also because the way I was getting my rides to the speech therapist at the local school was really shifty. I have so many fun stories about going to the speech therapist.
Because I live so close to so many naval bases, kids are always coming and going in our school system. So being a new student really wasn't all that odd, and I received zero special attention from the other students because of it. They went right into treating me like their other classmates, and I got no help in figuring out how my second-grade class worked. (You know, because elementary classes all work really weirdly.) Recess was incredibly lonely at first. I met Amber during that first recess, actually. I was walking along the fence, and Amber came and walked along by me. She happened to be new to the class as well, having only just arrived a couple weeks earlier. (She actually didn't really know I was a new student in her class, she just noticed I wasn't in a clique.) I asked her her name, and she replied "A-M-B-E-R." Because of the poor education I had received, or something, I couldn't for the life of me figure out her name. Another girl from the class ran up just then, and called out her name. It was a real life saver.
Amber and I became friends simply because we were the only two girls who weren't bitchy six-year-olds trying to act like they were sixteen. Also, we both loved Beanie Babies.
Transitioning academically was much more difficult. I was years ahead of all the other kids when it came to reading and writing, and I had the ability to think like an individual. I could even write in cursive, while other kids were still practicing their letters. But I was piss poor at mathematics, and I couldn't tell the time on a clock. My teacher felt the best way to correct this was to give me every math assignment I had missed, and have me do them as homework. I did almost none of them, and still do almost none of my math homework. While other kids in the class were beginning to grasp multiplication, I was just starting to understand addition. It stayed that way for the rest of the schoolyear. I even developed a technique of counting on my fingers that didn't involve sitcking them into the air, so other kids wouldn't notice how bad I sucked.
I guess I grew out of my mathematical slump, because I would spend the rest of my years (until last year) in the toughest math classes offered to my grade. There was once where I even asked to be put in a more difficult math class.
Socially, I waxed and waned. I remember, at one point early in the transition, my popularity suddenly bloomed. There were girls on either side of me, tugging my arms in opposite directions so that I would play with them, and not the other girls. I had no idea who any of them were, but they knew me really well. Kids on the bus greeted me, and I was supremely embarrassed that I couldn't even say their names. I had always wondered if I had done something that was really cool, but never realized it.
I promptly went ahead and made a lot of enemies with these girls (they were the horrible sorts of people, anyways) and made friends with the social rejects. They really weren't all that strange, they were just like me in the fact that they saw that the other girls were really dumb. We formed a club, which was broken up by the recess teacher, and I'm still fairly close with all of those girls.
I like talking about my elementary school days. They were kinda strange... Maybe I'll talk about them more, later.
So you wanted something you didn't know about Kelly, and you wanted something juicy. So I wracked my brain to think of something, and the best I could come up with was my transition from private school to public school. I am also really very tired, so we'll see how well this writes out.
After nearly dying by falling into a ditch without so much as a word from the school to my parents about it, it was decided that it was time for me to go to a normal school. Part of the reason was also because the way I was getting my rides to the speech therapist at the local school was really shifty. I have so many fun stories about going to the speech therapist.
Because I live so close to so many naval bases, kids are always coming and going in our school system. So being a new student really wasn't all that odd, and I received zero special attention from the other students because of it. They went right into treating me like their other classmates, and I got no help in figuring out how my second-grade class worked. (You know, because elementary classes all work really weirdly.) Recess was incredibly lonely at first. I met Amber during that first recess, actually. I was walking along the fence, and Amber came and walked along by me. She happened to be new to the class as well, having only just arrived a couple weeks earlier. (She actually didn't really know I was a new student in her class, she just noticed I wasn't in a clique.) I asked her her name, and she replied "A-M-B-E-R." Because of the poor education I had received, or something, I couldn't for the life of me figure out her name. Another girl from the class ran up just then, and called out her name. It was a real life saver.
Amber and I became friends simply because we were the only two girls who weren't bitchy six-year-olds trying to act like they were sixteen. Also, we both loved Beanie Babies.
Transitioning academically was much more difficult. I was years ahead of all the other kids when it came to reading and writing, and I had the ability to think like an individual. I could even write in cursive, while other kids were still practicing their letters. But I was piss poor at mathematics, and I couldn't tell the time on a clock. My teacher felt the best way to correct this was to give me every math assignment I had missed, and have me do them as homework. I did almost none of them, and still do almost none of my math homework. While other kids in the class were beginning to grasp multiplication, I was just starting to understand addition. It stayed that way for the rest of the schoolyear. I even developed a technique of counting on my fingers that didn't involve sitcking them into the air, so other kids wouldn't notice how bad I sucked.
I guess I grew out of my mathematical slump, because I would spend the rest of my years (until last year) in the toughest math classes offered to my grade. There was once where I even asked to be put in a more difficult math class.
Socially, I waxed and waned. I remember, at one point early in the transition, my popularity suddenly bloomed. There were girls on either side of me, tugging my arms in opposite directions so that I would play with them, and not the other girls. I had no idea who any of them were, but they knew me really well. Kids on the bus greeted me, and I was supremely embarrassed that I couldn't even say their names. I had always wondered if I had done something that was really cool, but never realized it.
I promptly went ahead and made a lot of enemies with these girls (they were the horrible sorts of people, anyways) and made friends with the social rejects. They really weren't all that strange, they were just like me in the fact that they saw that the other girls were really dumb. We formed a club, which was broken up by the recess teacher, and I'm still fairly close with all of those girls.
I like talking about my elementary school days. They were kinda strange... Maybe I'll talk about them more, later.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Bad Move
Auughh hack hack cough.
There is this thing in my throat, but I can't wash it down with water. It has been there all day, choking me into coughing. It is probably the most annoying thing in the world. The only thing that might be more annoying will be explained to you right now.
So you remember TKWWTSTE, right? Of course you do. While I still inexplicably hate him with every fiber of my being, we have developed a sort of mutual avoidance of eachother. It seems every day when I am leaving class he is entering at the same time. So we both just squish as far over to our respectful sides of the door, and do our best not to come in contact. The same happens in the hallway as well. This is annoying, because it means he has noticed me, and is attempting not to touch me for some reason.
Either I'm so outwardly hostile towards him he had to notice, or I'm just so attractive he had to notice eventually. I'm not really okay with the first one, and I am morally opposed to the second one.
(So now I just hate him more.)
We are folding 1,000 cranes in Japanese. Louis and I average about six together a day, while Sean just sits with both his feet on my desk. This wouldn't be interesting, except that we apparantly make more than some of sensei's other classes, who are also supposed to be working towards the goal. At this rate, we will never get to 1,000.
Just like Sadako, we'll never make it.
There is this thing in my throat, but I can't wash it down with water. It has been there all day, choking me into coughing. It is probably the most annoying thing in the world. The only thing that might be more annoying will be explained to you right now.
So you remember TKWWTSTE, right? Of course you do. While I still inexplicably hate him with every fiber of my being, we have developed a sort of mutual avoidance of eachother. It seems every day when I am leaving class he is entering at the same time. So we both just squish as far over to our respectful sides of the door, and do our best not to come in contact. The same happens in the hallway as well. This is annoying, because it means he has noticed me, and is attempting not to touch me for some reason.
Either I'm so outwardly hostile towards him he had to notice, or I'm just so attractive he had to notice eventually. I'm not really okay with the first one, and I am morally opposed to the second one.
(So now I just hate him more.)
We are folding 1,000 cranes in Japanese. Louis and I average about six together a day, while Sean just sits with both his feet on my desk. This wouldn't be interesting, except that we apparantly make more than some of sensei's other classes, who are also supposed to be working towards the goal. At this rate, we will never get to 1,000.
Just like Sadako, we'll never make it.
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