Finals Eve

Ach, tomorrow is finals day for the newt. Wednesday was a good day, in that I did practically nothing constructive at all. Frankly, I was feeling yucky and lethargic, partly because I got too warm in bed and woke up feeling steamed--which tends to make me a bit ill-feeling. So I just lazed about mostly, except for my meeting at 12:30 with the rest of the 3-week Invertebrate biology class. Can you believe there's a girl in there I already want to destroy?

(backstory) Some folks are already aware that I regularly appoint an archnemesis for myself. Despite what I would consider a generally positive outlook on life, I find it good therapy to be negative about something or someone. Usually, my archnemesis ends up becoming my friend. This is because I often make archnemeses of folks I feel threatened by, typically girls with style--especially girls that remind me of me. I get the impression they think they are better than me. So I despise them. If I come to realize they don't feel that way, I usually end up really liking them, although this is not always the case. Anyway, I had been wondering who it would be for this week. ..

Anyway, our class is going to a marine lab in Florida for about a week. We'll be collecting samples and living in the lab and fighting off alligators apparently. Greg told us we'd try to make a snorkelling trip to "worm cove" or something like that, and the girl asked "Why is it called worm cove? Are these worms parasitic? Because I don't want to get PARASITES"

What, are you fucking retarded?

I thought, ok, maybe she's just a bit odd. But the questions didn't stop. There were many queries, but the last one really stuck in my mind. . .

"Are the dorms. .. . CO-ED?" she asked. Greg said yes. She replied "Ahhhh. Note to self: bring knife."

First off, chica. . . this is college. If you're really looking for non-coed life, you may want to get thee to a nunnery (first use of that quote in my blogger! wee!). Secondly, I wouldn't worry too much about "harassment" if I were you.

She's also a vegetarian. I have nothing against vegetarians per se, but I'm worried she's one of those vegetarians that make life a pain and expect more consideration than they give. We are cooking all our meals cheaply and communally for the trip, so it could suck. Finally, we were told that during the latter portion of our stay we'd be sharing the dorm with a class from Britain. "You'll have plenty of time to socialize with the limeys" said Greg.

"Goddamn Brits." She added.

She also has the most gigantic signature I've ever seen. It's about 3 normal signatures tall--and she used it on a list where we're supposed to print our names to let Greg know we made it to the meeting.

Oh, this is going to be an interesting field trip. Usually folks don't start to get on my nerves till the end. Of course, this could mean we will become the best of friends, and I'll run away with her to live on the Greek island of Lesbos. But somehow, I doubt that.

Speaking of which, wasn't I supposed to have some sort of girl-on-girl experience as an undergrad? Isn't that one of my distribution requirements for graduation? Ach, if anything is to blame, it's that I lacked, and continue to lack balls. Of course, if I had balls it wouldn't be girl-on-girl action would it?. . . damn. Can't win.

I want to apologize to some folks for all the complaing I've been doing recently. You all rock for putting up with my whining that never involved actually doing anything about what was bugging me.

Last but not least, I'm still getting the depressive spells as soon as the sun goes down. I guess I need a hobby.



Oh well