I Demand Pity. Sympathy. Empathy. Something, Dammit!

It snowed. Ugh. It snowed on Halloween. Double ugh.

And it took me over two hours to get to school. Because apparently Winnipeg, the coldest, snowiest place on earth, doesn't know what a snow plow is.

And then, upon entering my lab half an hour late, I'm greeted with salmon sperm. From which I get to extract DNA.

Salmon sperm DNA. Breakfast, anyone?

Doesn't anybody feel sorry for me yet?

And just how many salmon had to die so we (disinterested biochem students) could play with their semen?

Happy Hallowe'en!

Went to a ghoulish Halloween party over the weekend and won second prize for, if I do say so myself, my fab costume! And I became the proud owner of two horror DVDs. Thanks Linds!
And I had matching toe nails. I wanted one red sock and one white sock, but when the search for a red sock became a search that lasted longer than 15 minutes, I decided to just get a pedicure.
I know. I'm a nerd. So what.
And sort of matching fingernails. Not really, you say? What-ever, I say!

Happy Trick-or-Treat, blogging world!

What the hell

is up with this semester?

So far I've

written three (looooooooong) essays
handed in seven assignments
done up three labs
"studied" for five exams, and

the semester is barely halfway through.

Again I ask you, what the fuck is up with that? Do these professors really and truly think their course is the only one? Or maybe the only important one? Honestly.

Small Town Texas, USA
They play awful funny movies in them there United States.

New Stove, As Promised,

So Jen came over, took one look at my stove, screamed "HOLY MOTHER-F*CKING HELL" and vowed to clean it one day.

That day was last week sometime when she marched over with a can of Easy-Off in her hand.

And she sprayed. And it cleaned.

Apparently the stuff actually works.
I fed her cheese and olives as a reward. Oh, and pina coladas, of course.

Why does this stuff happen to me? WHY?

So I finally broke down and bought a coffee maker after I realized that I could actually sleep less and still function the next morning if I drank that one cup of coffee. And by one cup I mean 20oz travel size.

So I got my pretty coffee maker with some pretty coffee (chocolate hazelnut or some such, if you must know) and proceeded to brew. It turned out yummy. Of course, only after I dumped about half a cup of Bailey's into my mug, but I digress.

That night I turned on the timer so I could have some nice coffee all ready to go for me the next morning.

Next morning, I get up, eyes still closed, and take a sip. GROSS. Burnt coffee taste. Wretched.

Seems like my pretty new coffee maker heats the water too hot after its been sitting in the reservoir all night, giving me that lovely, lovely rubber tire in my coffee taste.

Looks like I'm going to have to return the darned thing. Gah. Any other coffee maker suggestions out there?