Thursday, September 16, 2004
What a day. To sum up (in the words of some wit): A wet day involving a chiobu and me in a compromising position, getting drenched twice, getting my arse skrewed in the midst of it all, and a nasty surprise at the end of the day. So here's a summary:
Started to rain - verrry heavily-- after Biochem, so I sped in the rain to hurry to Noland , about 8 blocks away. Some chiobu-brunette elegant, not the ubiquitous blond-slut shit variety so common like thrash around here- carrying an umbrella was jaywalking across the bike lane. My brakes were unresponsive, so I swerved, brushed against her, and went flying. Had a bad graze on my hand and arms and half of my shirt was soiled, but dammit! dind get her phone number. *shrug*
2 classes later, I was cycling back home to get changed (had some bloodstains in my clothes from the earlier fall) --> on the way back had a sudden downpour, got completely drenched. Ok, I was wet anyway so,nevermind, I went back to dorm, took a nice bath drank some strong coffee and prepared to cycle to Neuro 523. Was going up the hill on Linden drive when it started raining again, so I got completely drenched! Dammit! And my wheel was loose, so had to stop in the rain to tighten the nut to avoid a really bad accident.
So after enduring 523 in wet clothes, I proceeded to soviet history discussion, where I got my arse ripped. Basically, History majors (and professors) are intimidating, and they don't get my big-picture shit. They go for the nuances and predict the aims and purpose of the authors of the primary sources. In other words, they go through everything with a microscope, comb for fingerprints, and make conclusions. I'm pretty much screwed , unless I start asking the same questions they're asking. All this gives me a big headache.
So I proceed to lab, where lo and behold, my nice supervisor forgot to (or convieniently) start the Western. So I had to complete all the steps myself--> reached home at 8 pm , missing dinner and feeling completely pissed off.
Then I just received some disgusting news: might have to stay back for a year to rot and wash testtubes....... thats really a nice way to top it all.
WHAT A FUCKED UP DAY.
Started to rain - verrry heavily-- after Biochem, so I sped in the rain to hurry to Noland , about 8 blocks away. Some chiobu-brunette elegant, not the ubiquitous blond-slut shit variety so common like thrash around here- carrying an umbrella was jaywalking across the bike lane. My brakes were unresponsive, so I swerved, brushed against her, and went flying. Had a bad graze on my hand and arms and half of my shirt was soiled, but dammit! dind get her phone number. *shrug*
2 classes later, I was cycling back home to get changed (had some bloodstains in my clothes from the earlier fall) --> on the way back had a sudden downpour, got completely drenched. Ok, I was wet anyway so,nevermind, I went back to dorm, took a nice bath drank some strong coffee and prepared to cycle to Neuro 523. Was going up the hill on Linden drive when it started raining again, so I got completely drenched! Dammit! And my wheel was loose, so had to stop in the rain to tighten the nut to avoid a really bad accident.
So after enduring 523 in wet clothes, I proceeded to soviet history discussion, where I got my arse ripped. Basically, History majors (and professors) are intimidating, and they don't get my big-picture shit. They go for the nuances and predict the aims and purpose of the authors of the primary sources. In other words, they go through everything with a microscope, comb for fingerprints, and make conclusions. I'm pretty much screwed , unless I start asking the same questions they're asking. All this gives me a big headache.
So I proceed to lab, where lo and behold, my nice supervisor forgot to (or convieniently) start the Western. So I had to complete all the steps myself--> reached home at 8 pm , missing dinner and feeling completely pissed off.
Then I just received some disgusting news: might have to stay back for a year to rot and wash testtubes....... thats really a nice way to top it all.
WHAT A FUCKED UP DAY.
