oh the nerdtastic tastey beauty of it!

OH! My goodness, is that a tastey chocolate doughnut displaying the phases of mitosis?? you might say when you see this awesome picture, which was discovered via stumble upon here:

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/5VXZWC/www.kevinvanaelst.com/cellularmitosisweb.jpg

Science nerds and doughnut enthusiasts alike can revel in this beautiful display of the cell sex.

Although I am very fond of the dance my baby bio teacher did to express the way cells multiply, surely this is the best possible way to learn about such a terribly difficult thing to memorize. Who wouldnt be excited to go to a biology class with such confectionary goodness to look forward to?

The evils of capitalism, and psychology: two completely related items

A letter to the two girls who sat behind me in my developmental psychology class this week:

Dear typical HSU students,

Please for the love of God, stop talking. Or at least save the irrelevant opinions that you think some how pertain to a lecture on how poverty effects a child's mental and physical development to yourself until after class. Everyone was on the same page until you decided to open your mouth and tell us all about how communism is evil. These sorts of conversational smoke bombs that destroy a liberals thought process cannot just be dropped on a classroom full of Humboldt students willy nilly. With this kind of mentally destructive power one could destroy a whole... lets say actually informational psychology lecture. Use your discretion or be forced to take the mid-term having no idea what you're being tested on because you've spent the entire semester contemplating how america could be bettered if we would only adapt the economic model that North Korea used.

Those of us who would actually like to learn something from the teacher this semester would really appreciate it if you stopped interrupting her every sentence with countless what if questions. The urge to scream at your unstoppable need to argue every one else into submission with you're non-bathing, live in the trees to be closer to nature point of view is far to hard for me to suppress and take notes at the same time. You go live in your tree with the other people who don't understand that communism doesn't work large scale, I'm gonna pass this class.

Ok?

Break!

Oh summer..

Summer time makes promises of all things that are wonderful and good, then it tells you to get a job or you'll have to come home next year. The sun is shining brilliantly bright outside every day, its beautiful, you should really see it. Unfortunately instead of lounging at the beach munching on a burrito in my fabulous pink polka dot bikini, I am either out walking around in that beautiful 80 degree sun saying to every tiny about to go out of business shop to massive multinational broke corporation "Hi, I was just wondering if you guys are hiring?". The big genuinely fake smile on my face really saying what over 10 % of California's populations is saying: Please give me a job, I'm tired of being broke!

Having newly discovered that I will be responsible for my own rent next semester, and exactly just how much thats going to cost, I've decided maybe I might want to work, you know, for a little pocket change. At least that is what the delusion everyone I tell I'm job hunting to is operating under. No my dear, sweet, confused, middle-aged persons, pocket change is not what I need. I am actually looking to put a very small dent in that massive, dark, harry, scary bill that the California State School system will be sending me very shortly.

In my job search one terrible truth has become entirely too evident. I have no experience. These days, to get a job you would think required no experience what so ever, like bussing tables at a cripey restaurant, needs experience. But dang it, if a person can't get experience doing the brain dead job of wiping down tables and doing dishes, where in the name of Sam Hill are you supposed to get experience. People I know cant just go around owning places for me to get a job at (and I'm certain thats the only way they can be gotten at the moment) just so i can be gainfuly employed.

So I'm digging a hole. A big fat hole right into the ground of my future monetary freedom. Thats what the whole cliche about college is, I suppose. I just guess I was very much hoping it wasn't the reality. The next three years of my life will be spent hoping for financial aid, begging for tuition from parents, and taking out lots of student loans. Thanks CSU, your inexplicable fees, and increased tuition will hopefully teach me how to deal with people taking ridiculous amounts of money for intangible results in the future.

The end of april showers

In a little over 2 weeks i will be leaving the land of ice and snow. Finally, after enduring months upon months of rain and clouds, I get to go home, to the sun. I am taking this opportunity to make a list of things which I will be absolutely elated to be reunited with upon ariving back in San Diego.

1) Starbucks: appropriately at the top of the list, where it should always be. Just like God intended it.

2) A real mattress: anyone who has ever slept on a dorm bed understands this. Im done with trying to get decent shut eye on a rock. I am currently lying on that rock, and I am angry about it.

3) MEXICAN FOOD: I cannot express the depth of importance this holds in peoples general well being and happiness. Angry with someone? A flouta will solve your problem. Teminial illness? Rolled tacos. 

4) The sun: Arguably one of the most important parts of the joy that is San Diego. Get your vitamin D, trust me, life sucks without it.

5) The beach: This goes quite well with #4. Sunshine, bathing suits, waves, sand between your toes, everything that is right and good with the world.

6) Panera Bread: Just good stuff.

7) In-N-Out: God lives there. Enough said. Well, he moves back and forth between there and every cup of starbucks coffee everywhere.

There are more that I cant think of right now because the evil mattress beneath me hurts so much it forces out all intelligent thought, leaving nothing but profanity. 15 days San Diego, 15 days. Im comin' home :)

The Land of Ice and Snow

Once upon a time, there was a terrible land called the land of ice and snow. In the land of ice and snow, the sun never came out and it never stopped raining. The normal people were afraid to leave their homes because outside lurked the Birkenstock-wearing, dread-lock-having, happy-thoughts-cure-cancer, stuck-in-the-60's hippies. They were terrifying. The Land of Ice and Snow was ruled by and eeeeevil dictator, who in addition to banning the sun also banned coffee from the bears, especially European coffee. The evil dictator denied anyone living in the land of ice and snow access to the outside world. He did this by causing all the dragons used for transportation to be perpetually late. This way you could rarely get where you were going on time, if at all. The people living in the land of ice and snow were fed up to here with not being able to leave to feed their bears coffee. They sent multiple letters to the land of sunshine and happiness, and to their corespondents, the Greeks and the Irish. But the Greeks and the Irish were feuding in a great war, and thus had no gold left in their treasuries to use to save Barb and Tru-D, two of the people suffering most of the ailments that come from living in this dreaded land. So, the coffee deprived people of the land and ice and snow banded together. Edna, the leader of the deprived, called a meeting of all those with starving bears. The people yelled. They cried, the argued about the coffee and the dictator! Finally they decided something must be done. One brave soul named lower frank purposed that instead of the dragons, we build and enormous magical flying machine that could carry them all to the land of sunshine and happiness. So they began construction. There was much grueling labor, torment, sweat and toil put into the making of the magical flying machine. It was tough. They had to think happy thoughts, which is hard to do when you've got an angry bear on your hands. Finally they finished the magic flying machine. The Greeks and the Irish rejoiced and made peace. They formed a welcome party for Barb and Tru-Ds return. There was much celebrating, and much coffee, and all were happy.

The End

DISCLAIMER: no drugs were abused in the making of this story, just a lot of coffee deprivation. It'll drive you to do weird shihhh. This is your warning. Feed your bear coffee, for the love of all that is good and holy.

Thank You

Tru-D