I am a nice lady!

So this texting conversation just happened with a guy who I thought was my friend:

Him: I have edible glitter be jealous lol

Me: Now you just need a stripper to go with it


****wait for it****

Him: How much do you cost? Lol

DID HE JUST CALL ME A STRIPPER? WTF.

I can't believe he just called me that.

Because I am a depressed pessimist who is also bored, I decided to go to grouchyrabbit.com, and look under my favorite category: "Signs that things aren't going so well" and pick out ones that apply to my life:

Your best friend was made at a Build-a-Bear Workshop.

You have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life, as long as you die tomorrow.

You're watching porn for the plot.

TV shows are the only thing scheduled on your calendar.

A poke war is your idea of a good time.

You were about to share this on Myspace.* 

*Blogger, but close enough

The Internet people have all the answers

So, I have no idea what I'm doing- ever. Consequently, I will take advice from pretty much everyone. Especially advice on boys because I am totally clueless when it comes to boys. At my 21st birthday party everyone was giving me their drunken dating advice.

But just a few minutes ago, I was reading comments on Reddit and I saw one that I think is going to be my new motto when it comes to boys: 

"Seriously girls I don't even understand where the fuck is your problem. If you wanna have sex you walk towards a guy and say: "I wanna fuck". If you wanna have a relationship just walk towards a guy and say: "Hi". If you fail on one of the given opportunities, do it again. Will work 9 times outta 10. The other one is gay."

I think the problem with girls is, that we really don't understand that guys really are this simple. The other thing this comment points out is you do actually have to go up and talk to boys in order to get what you want from them. Sitting around at home on Reddit ain't going to do anything. 

I also like this comment because you don't have to worry if it doesn't work out, because well he must be gay then! Or at least you can tell yourself that. Then move on to the next guy, who's probably better anyway. 

It's all downhill from 21

I guess I'm old now. How did I reach this conclusion? Well tonight I was so bored that I decided to give my old Game Boy Advance a go. That's right, people, Game Boy Advance, an old one from my childhood. Immediately into the start of "Mario Cart Super Circuit" I realized one thing that would make playing difficult, well besides the fact I suck at any type of video game-- the screen is waaaaaayyyyy too small and dark! This didn't bother me so much as a young'n. Granted, it must have bothered me some because I used to have a light that I purchased separately for my Game Boy. But today, after about 15 minutes of playing, I was done and my eyes were watering. So, I guess that's that. I have old people's eyes.

So pass me my cane and my hearing aid. Oh wait, I do have a hearing aid. Damn. 

Aaaaannnndddd we're back!

Hey blog readers! Or in this case probably nobody, seeing as how nobody will know I'm bringing the 'ol blog back. So hello nobody! It's like last night when Jimmy Fallon put on his show with no one in the audience, oh Hurricane Sandy, you.

So much has happened since May when I last posted, I won't even bother trying to get you all caught up on my life, it's boring and you wouldn't want to know anyway. Let's just get back into talking about random shit like I always used to do anyway. But since this is just an intro post to get back into the swing of things, I will give you a list of things that are on my mind recently:

1. Remember when I brought up what would happen if there was a tornado during the tornado siren testing? Well today the apartment building across from mine had their fire alarm go off for realz 30 minutes before the fire drill was scheduled. They were standing out there a while...
2. Puppies! My friend took in two stray 6 week old puppies, aren't they just so freakin adorable? I had been spending a lot of time over there playing with them, but not recently because said friend is roommates with my ex-bf (see point 3). 
3. My ex-bf is the biggest ASSHOLE I have ever met. He is such a horrible person. He acts like a nice, friendly guy, but don't be fooled because under all that he is just an annoying, immature, mentally unstable DOUCHEBAG who always smells like butt. On a related note, I am currently accepting offers from people to beat him up for me. 
4. Halloween is tomorrow! I'm dressing up as Fran Fine from The Nanny, going to the bars, and hopefully getting the shit scared out of me at the Haunted Forest. Good times. 

Don't say awww

I got new guinea pigs and they are the cutest things ever! They are little babies (3-4 weeks old). They are very talkative, especially when apart. They are brothers/litter mates. They are always pushing each other around, going under each other, taking the other's spot, and trying to flip the other one over- what little stinkers! Them seem to have a "can't with with him, can't live without him" attitude about each other.   But they are soooo small and soooo cute. Jefe ("boss" in Spanish) is the brown one and Bruno is the white one.

It's going to be a fabulously gross summer

Put on my flowered scrubs again today to go volunteer at the animal hospital. I was nervous to go back because, let's face it, my memory sucks and I figured they would expect me to remember how to do stuff. Which they did, and I totally didn't remember. Plus, they expected me to so stuff that they didn't realize I hadn't even learned last year. Guess they didn't realize they had me mainly doing cleaning and office work last summer.

But of the few things I learned over the course the whole summer last year I think I did them all today and then some. I was all like cleaning exam rooms, doing laundry, restocking, preparing vaccines, restraining dogs and doing cytology stains.

Though, the restraining didn't go very well. I was holding the dogs how the vet tech told me but I think all the scratches on my arms and chest are good indicators that it was insufficient. The embarrassing part is that they were small dogs.

I also got to see the grossest thing I've ever seen: an abscessed tumor on a cat's mammary glands. The skin around it was all black, it was big and puffy and pink, and it had a hole in the middle that bled continuously.

Although I haven't the slightest idea how their new computer system works, despite being taught, I'd have to say today was a good day for me at the vet clinic. And back there on Wednesday!

Awkward moments on the bus

Doesn't there always have to be an awkward moment of the day? The answers is yes, yes there does, whether you want it or not.

This morning I got on the bus and it was crowded so I had to stand. As soon as a seat opened up near me I took it because my hands were starting to hurt from the death grip I had on the bars in the bus due to my lack of balance. Well shortly after I sat down, two people moved to stand in front of me. I don't know what they were talking about, because they weren't speaking English, but the guy looked liked he had a thing for this girl. He was like joking around and leaning towards her, she didn't seem bothered about it because it was obvious they were friends or at least close acquaintances.

It did however, bother me. You see, this guy, who was a skinny Asian man, (whom I did not find attractive at all by the way) was standing right in front of me. I was sitting, this means his crotch was right in front of my face. This guy also did not have the best balance for standing up on the bus. His body kept on swaying back and forth. Now, most people try to control that so they are not moving around too much on the bus, but not this guy. He was really into it. With each sway as the bus paused at stop signs and such he really threw his hips into it. The end result (remember he is standing right in front of me, facing me) was that he was essentially thrusting in my face. I tried to turn my head, but there was no escaping it.  #Awkward. Oh yeah, and since he was reaching up to hold onto the pole, his shirt was raised, so I got to see his need for a belt and his undies. #MoreAwkward

Guess I can't complain though. When we took the bus in Chicago over winter break, it was so crowded that my hand was on some Indian lady's ass the whole time.

Now let's roll around in mud

Have you ever wanted to see the world through someone else's eyes?

Would you settle for seeing my eye dissection lab instructions through the lens from a pig eye?

Close enough, right? 

Come on get higher

Happy Weed Day!!!

I guess it's tradition now for me to have a weed day blog post every year with an accompanying video. So in order to continue the tradition and to not disappoint my readers, I actually had to do some research this year. Last year and the year before I already knew the video I wanted to show you for weed day, but my knowledge of weed-related YouTube videos was limited to those two. So this year I went to YouTube and searched "funny weed songs." You would be surprised how many of those videos were not funny. No, actually you wouldn't. After all the people who made them probably did so while high and in that case I bet they are hilarious! I did find one silly and catchy song that I liked though and, I'm not gonna lie, it's going to be stuck in my head all day now.

Lazy glutton

I always make bad decisions. No matter what it is. Whether it putting off working on a paper by blogging like I'm doing right now or like what happened a little earlier.

For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to eat like four platefuls of spaghetti. I know it's too many calories, but hey, I love spaghetti. And stuffing myself had sort of become a thursday nigtht tradition for me. In other words, I do it all the time, no big deal.

So the spaghetti was all delicious and all. I finished it, talked to some people on Facebook, and since time had passed I thought it would be a good idea to have some dessert: two chocolate marshmallow eggs. After that, I was finally gonna start my paper, so I had to have a caffeinated orange juice beverage so I could stay awake to write my paper.

As I sat there, trying to think out an outline, I realized my tummy was really full. Then I had to lay down. I figured let it all digest and it will be fine. But my tummy ache got so bad that I couldn't even listen to fast songs on my iPod because that made it worse.

Then the feeling of having to throw up started creeping up on me. I tried to fight it off like I always do, with my mantra, "I don't have to throw up, I don't have to throw up." But it didn't work. And as I sat on the floor by the toilet, I couldn't help but to think, "This is much less annoying when you're drunk."

Still haven't started that paper...

Being upset is too many calories

The moment you realize your dreams are completely crushed feels like a handful of Oreos in your mouth.

The subsequent moments feel like a stomach-ache.

So yesterday I found out I got a bad grade on a test in an important class. Before I found that out I still had hope. I had been studying a lot more than I was before, and one exam grade for that class gets dropped and I thought this test would turn things around. Except it didn't, it was horrible, and now I have two horrible exam grades for that class. It's not just any class either, it's like one of the foundation ones for everything I had wanted to do. So this in combination with hormones set off the waterworks yesterday.

It was interesting to experience depression for a day. At the time I thought it was interesting, but I didn't really care. I did really just want to lay in bed, stare at the wall, and eat junk food all day. Which I was doing pretty well in until  friend made me get out of bed (and wouldn't let me eat any more junk food), but I was still just really sad and to him I was slightly bitchy. So, sorry about that.

Yesterday I felt like I had experienced a loss. It was the same kind of deep sadness I felt after a break-up and when Wilbur died (although the pain in those was much stronger). I really feel like the vet-school goal is over. It's not possible for me to get it. It's not going to be possible. So I don't really want my friends and family bugging me about it, I just want to move on and find something else.

Although the depression may linger. I'm still sad, I'm still stressed out about school and the million things I have to do, and tomorrow is Good Friday- Jesus dying is pretty sad.

On the plus side: Titanic and Easter!

Another long, emotional post you don't want to read

So yeah, it has been a little while since my last post. It has only been a couple weeks actually but it feels like forever. And now I'm only even doing it because I'm putting off studying. That's what I do when something is bothering me- I just don't deal with it. Yesterday I was like study machine. But now that I have an exam in my hardest class tomorrow I feel really anxious, and it's really backwards but looking at my notes is just going to make me more nervous. Better not to think about it.

I just watched the Grey's Anatomy episode from two years ago where everybody gets shot. It is a really sad and emotional video. I cried. When it first came out, I cried then too but it was the only TV show that ever made me cry, until then just the movie Pay It Forward and that episode made me cry. And of course stupid things during certain times of the month.

Now though, I cry all the time. I feel like an emotional wreck. If last summer was titled "The Summer Sarah and I Went to Target" (we went to Target constantly last summer-sometimes multiple times a day), then this school year is "The Year I Cried." It's gotten to the point where it's hard for me just to go for walks around campus just for fun or to enjoy nice weather because so many times I only went for walks to clear my head and usually I had tears in my eyes.

It is not like anything devastating has happened to me this year. It's still just little things for the most part. But it is a different environment being away at school and I'm still not used to it. Don't get me wrong, I love that it's different-it's what I wanted more than anything else in the world: to go away to school.

I think the problem is that I'm lonely. At home I felt lonely a lot because I didn't have any good friends. My good friends were away at college and those who were left weren't reliable. But I wasn't lonely at home really. I had my family; My mom was always there for me to give me hugs when I needed it. I also had two jobs with some really great people who I got used to seeing and it was harder than I thought it would be to leave them. I always complained about how much I hated working at the nursing home, but there are some really great people there. There are amazing people at ADS too. I felt like I belonged.

Here I have, oh let me count, a whole two friends. Wow, that's a lot. One of 'em I don't hang out with much and when we do it's a little awkward because of multiple reasons but mainly because he is 8 years older than me.

My other friend, well I could probably write a whole post just on him alone. To make it short, he is my best friend, but also my ex-boyfriend. As good as our friendship is, it is tainted by the fact that he hurt me twice by breaking up with me. Not only that but he is constantly hurting me now because he is keeping me in some grey zone between dating and friends and it absolutely sucks. I am so confused. I only let it go on because I am unwilling to admit that it is over between us. Now, I don't know what he thinks about it, I tried talking to him a couple times, but it didn't work. But more and more I am seeing that I need to get out of this fuzzy zone. I need to stop hurting. He's all I can think about, but I haven't done anything about it because, like I said above, dealing with it would just make it worse. I don't want it to feel like a third break-up, which it will.

And don't even get me started about how I've messed up my life and everything I ever wanted by getting bad grades! I cry over that all the time too. And look, here I am supposed to be studying for an exam and instead I'm blogging about how bad grades make me sad. It's a vicious cycle.

To make matters worse, the ones I would always turn to to make everything better for me with their unconditional love were my guinea pigs. And they are all gone. Though, come to think of it I don't think it was unconditional. I think it was, you give us food, we will let you play with us. I miss my cutie pies.

Ok, wow, this post got long fast. How many long, emotional posts am I going to write this year? Probably more than you wanted to read, right? But, Blogger, I can always count on you to let me get all my thoughts together and spill my feelings. And after all this is "The year I Cried." There will more interesting blog posts next year, I promise. Well, if I can get my shit together by then. That's probably unrealistic. Does anybody have their shit together?

Summer for a day

It was so nice out today-80 degrees! Funny to remember that it is still technically winter. But the weather was awesome for spring break. My sister and I were outside tanning today and my aunt walked by and was like, "What are you guys pretending it's Florida or something?" Lol. I do have a slight tan, which is good. No more of that pasty, sickly winter look. I'm ready for summer weather, though not ready for summer. I got to get my grades up for this second half of the semester and I intend to try really hard to do that. Also, even though I only made a couple friends at school, I'm going to miss them this summer. Plus this summer I'm going to have to spend more time preparing fecal floats and less time swimming in the lake. #PreVetProblems #HashtagsonBlogger

Why I like Kesha

How I'm spending my spring break:

And lots and lots of shopping. Yesterday I made my mom take my to my favorite cosmetics store. It felt so good to be girly! At school I only hang out with guys and watch guy TV. I may have overcompensated though for my lack of girly stuff by only buying make-up that was purple and really, really sparkly. Can't be too sparkly in my opinion-and the more glitter the better! 

All gone

RIP Ozzie

Ozzie you were such a lovable pig, even though you were smelly. I'm going to miss you a lot. I was looking forward to spending spring break with you, but hopefully now you are with Elmer and Wilbur in guinea pig heaven. I love you. 

Ozzie M.

2007-2012

If that's wrong then I don't want to be right

But it makes me feel good, so technically, I do it anyway! 

This is why you can't get a job at YouTube. But don't worry, looks like they've got things covered!

I don't know why the internet hates me recently. Maybe it thinks I'm too needy because I never leave it alone. It's just that, you know, it makes me so happy and I can't imagine my life without it. 

Guinea pigs are the reason for my existence

In my companion animal class today, we spent about three minutes talking about guinea pigs. It was the best three minutes of my life. Except when my professor said that guinea pigs weren't cuddly. He even had this on his power point. When he said this, I spent about two milliseconds trying to keep my face under control, but I couldn't do it and I just let my face go into probably the best "What the fuck??" face I've ever made. Now- my professor saw my facial expression, pointed to me, and announced to the whole class that I had made a face. Which was kind of embarrassing, I'm not gonna lie. But how dare he say guinea pigs are not cuddly! Screw his DVM PhD! If there's one thing I know about it's guinea pigs and I know they are very cuddly! That's a big reason of why I love them so much. There's nothing better than than that plump rodent resting his head on your shoulder. Guinea pigs rock. A friend of mine was pulling up YouTube videos of guinea pigs yesterday. They were so cute; I wanted to cry. I miss my guinea pigs so much. I am seriously going through guinea pig withdrawal. I need some guinea pigs, stat.

Alternate Gloria would have bigger boobs

Just watched another amazing episode of Grey's Anatomy. I feel like I've been through a lot with that show. From the first episode that I saw I fell in love with it. But after sometime the show had started to bother me. I was pissed at all the actor/character changes and repetitive and far-fetched plot lines. However after watching those episodes which I hated at first, a second time, I realized they were still everything I loved about that show.

So a few days ago I saw that this week's episode was going to be an "alternate reality" episode. My first thought was that this was stupid. The writers must just be killing time to make the show go on longer. I thought it would a waste of time to watch. But then I saw the preview, and you can't help but want to know what goes on in a world where Meredith's Person is April, not Christina; where Lexie is a druggie instead of a doctor; where Percy was never killed; and where everyone is romantically involved with someone else.  And not only was this episode extremely interesting, but it was also a good look on character development as we got to see deeper into all of them. Because what I realized as I was watching, was that everyone is focused on that they are the person they are because of things that have happened to them and what they have done, but what has just as much impact are things that didn't happen or what could have happened.

I'm not saying that we should be regretful and dwelling. Rather we should use those experiences to learn and make better decisions to live the lives we want. Although in contrast to the episode's overall theme of fate, Alex and Bailey point out that "we create our own destiny." That's what I believe. And although I don't always do that, if there's something I want, like Alex, I believe in doing what you can to get it. Don't just let things happen to you. Because if you do, you will feel like shit.

By the end of the show it's clear the writers want you to know that where the characters are in their lives right now is where they should be. I'm glad they did this because often times when we watch our favorite TV shows we can't help but exclaim "Why did they [the writers] do that to them [the characters]?!" And it makes you wonder what you would think if you could watch an alternate reality of your own life. I think we often wonder about that, at least I do, but we don't always think it through. We do "what ifs." What if I didn't go to college, what if I drop out right now? What if I didn't treat this person like that, what if I go make things better right now? And by doing this we try to look into our own pasts and futures. The truth is though, that you can't undo things you've done and you can't know what's going to happen in the future. We can't have that deeper understanding of our own character development because there isn't someone sitting at a desk in sunny California with a pen determining what's going to happen to us. We have to do that ourselves.

So if you want to be happy then do what makes you happy. Don't worry about "what ifs." When we were little my friend, Timmy, used to do that all the time, "What if there's a earthquake, what if we die?" And we eventually got kind of annoyed with this habit "Timmy, there's not going to be an earthquake. And if there is you aren't going to die!" No point in worrying about those things. I'm not saying don't be prepared, by all means little Timmy make yourself and earthquake emergency kit, but don't let the fear of earthquakes get into your everyday life and ruin your present life with worry.

It's like my mom said yesterday when we were discussing relationships, "Seize the day means enjoy each other's love TODAY. Thank God for it. Even if you never have another great day with him, you will always remember the love and be thankful for it...Everyday your Dad and I count our blessings together. Even if they are a little stupid (roof over our heads, love our kids, heater is working). When I was dating your Dad, everyday I thought to myself. 'If I NEVER see him again, at least I had _____ time with him. So I am very lucky' I swear to God I did this everyday"

Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made

Did you know that I've spent the whole day thinking about you? No, you don't. Because I would never admit that to you, well to your face anyway. I don't want to seem pathetic, needy, or lame, but you were on my mind the whole day. I was barely able to pay attention in my first two classes because I've been trying to figure out why what happened happened; I really don't understand, and the more I think about it, the more I think it shouldn't have happened.

Now, the first time you broke up with me I promised my myself no blog posts about emotional relationship issues because that is pathetic, lame, and just plain boring. But I can't keep these feelings in and I can't tell them to anyone, so this is my only shot at trying to ease my mind.

The "why" of our break-up is what I don't understand. We both really care about each other and we had fun being together so why would we want to end that? So it doesn't hurt more later. That was your response. And yesterday I accepted that, but today I don't.

You asked me yesterday, "Are we going to last?" and you wanted a definite answer. I couldn't give that to you. And the reason I couldn't give that to you isn't because I intended to break-up with you sometime in the near future. Admittedly, I had thought about it. But I had thought about it for weeks and decided against it, you thought about it for less than an hour then rushed to end our relationship. I couldn't give you a concrete answer because well I can't predict the future, no one can. And yes, the odds were against us: we have virtually nothing in common, you were my first boyfriend, and had we stayed together we would have ended up probably living thousands of miles apart after we finished school. But I can't say for sure whether something will last. I can't say it won't either.

And isn't that the point of dating? That's what you do in dating, you see how far it goes. You don't cut it off early because you are afraid of getting hurt. Think about if you treated all of your relationships, past and future, that way. You would never get anywhere. We weren't even together for 3 months. For me, that was a lot because I had never had a boyfriend before, but in the grand scheme of things it is nothing at all. Any relationship you enter, carries the potential of heart break, but if you break them off after such short periods of time, yeah you won't get to feel the "love is evil" hurt, but you won't get to experience the joys of love either. I assume you want to find somebody to love sometime in your life. Truth is, you just don't know what is going to happen. And if you live life cautiously like that, life is going to be boring. I'm pretty sure you've bugged me before about being too cautious, but here you are doing it with something much bigger. Anyways, dating, the point is just to try things out anyway. If you were looking for a commitment from dating, you are in the wrong culture. You need to go into one where you court a woman, or have an arranged marriage or something. Dating is like an experiment, and if you stop it early, you have no way of telling what the results would be. Can't write a paper with that data- it's insufficient.

And I really don't understand why a person would try to take away good things in their life. Life is sucky enough, if there's something or someone we like, we need more of it- not less! We care about each other, right? We like being together? We have fun being together? We have fun being more than friends? Why would you take that away? I was fighting back tears all morning. Being with you makes me happy, end of story. To me, that's enough. The future? It'll work itself out with time. But for the present all I want is to do things that make me happy.

Now if you really just didn't want to be with me anymore, that I understand. The fact that we are total opposites was too much for you? That's a legitimate reason for a break-up. And here's a secret: opposites attract. And boy, I sure as hell am attracted to you.

So I guess all I want you to do is think about all of this. I'm not going to ask you to take me back-I would never do that to you. However, I think it was a mistake and I don't want you to make the same mistake with someone else in the future. Being friends with you, is not enough for me. But I will take it, if it's all I'm going to get. We are still best friends, no matter what.

One last thing I want to talk about. It involves something I promised myself I would never tell you so please regard my decision to tell you now seriously. When your previous relationship had broken up and you were a wreck, I had no idea what to tell you because I had never been in a relationship before. So I asked a friend what I should tell you and one of the first things he asked me was if I had feelings for you. Well, it wasn't something I had really thought about because I wasn't going to let myself crush on a guy who has a girlfriend, but at that moment I realized I did, and told my friend, "Well yes, but I don't care about that. I just want him to be happy." My friend's next piece of advice was to tell you to try to get her back. Which I did tell you, because I've always just wanted for you to be happy. That's also why I didn't fight for you the first time you broke up with me. And now I still want you to be happy. Please do what makes you happy, not just do what will hurt less.

I'm also going to admit, last night when I was thinking about our break-up and our continuing friendship, the thought of you with another girl made me want to barf a little. So, I hope that feeling will get better with time and I guess, for the first time, I will have to put effort into wanting you to be happy no matter what.

Speaking of last night, it took all the self-control I had to not touch you as we were sitting on the couch. So, am I a fool for admitting all of these feelings to you and to cyber-space? Maybe. I'm definitely embarrassed. But I had to tell you and I had to get it out. Maybe being just friends with you will be easier now that I've told you everything. I hope so because it has only been a day and a half and it's really hard. But I'm good, honestly, so don't worry about me.

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead" -Adele

We also play with animals in class

Had some good learnin' in class today. Today's first fun fact comes from my anatomy and physiology class, which I admit I ditched today (due to anatomy problems of my own, but that's a different story). However, this little tidbit was so fascinating that it came up in my companion animal class. I think my sister and my boyfriend will appreciate this one, seeing as how they are both anti-corn. That sounds kind of ridiculous, being anti-corn. I mean, it's just corn, what did it ever to do you? It doesn't hurt anyone. Actually, it does. Appartently it is a major cause of appendicitis. That's right, unchewed corn is the perfect size to get stuck in your appendix. Now that you know, you can also take the anti-corn position, or you know, you could just chew it.

I don't know how true that fact is, my companion animal professor seemed skeptical. Although it does totally sound like something my anatomy prof would say. Last Friday he wanted to demonstrate how the digestive system is closed off from the body and won't absorb things it doesn't need. So he told his grad student to prepare a certain concentration of a certain toxin and he would drink it. Problem is, she prepared a different toxin. He seemed kind of nervous, said she was in trouble, and didn't know what concentration it was, but he said, "if this doesn't work class is cancelled on Monday," and with that he downed it anyway. He did survive to tell the class the corn fact, so it's all good.

Also, in my companion animal class our prof taught us a mnemonic device to remember the layers of the adrenal glands in terms of what they produce. He wasn't sure if he should tell us; he said they weren't allowed to say it when he was in vet school. But he told us anyway: "salt, sugar, and sex- the deeper you go the better it gets!" Sexual and rhyming- the perfect way to remember something.

Well there was nothing else to do

If this is boring you you can count how many times I sniffle; it's a game. Or drink every time I sniffle! Oh man, I need to stop getting sick. 

Anatomy Tourette's

Before I go on to explain what I actually want to talk about in this post I think a couple of disclaimers/ things you need to keep in mind are important to state first:

1. I am a weird person and I am not ashamed of it.
2. Studying is boring and it's important to find ways to make it interesting.

Ok, so I was reading my anatomy and physiology textbook as part of my plan to get better grades this semester. I was reading about the digestive system. About four hours into reading this chapter (four hours of digestion- gross!), I found myself doing something strange. At first I didn't even realize it and put no effort into doing it, it just happened. What was I doing? I was randomly yelling out words that sounded funny. Just yelling them out loud to hear them. And you know what, there are a lot of words in an anatomy textbook that sound funny.

Bilirubin!

Fundus!

Acini!

Then I realized I should probably stop. Didn't want the roomie to hear, especially after that singing incident.

But seriously, those words are fun to say. Try it. Go ahead. You know you want to.

Well, I enjoyed it at least. Probably will continue to do it in reading future chapters, though perhaps not so loudly.