Sorry to have that gross poo related blog up there for so long- my internet is down at home, and I couldn't change it. I'm bored with school and can't wait to be done.

An interesting article relating to both microbiology and genetics was in the Globe and Mail today. It talked about things that were disgusting- they are the same for everyone across cultural and regional boundries. Generally everyone found feces, bodily fluids, rotting meat, and vomit gross no matter where they are from. It seems that genetically these are very smart things for us to avoid- they are all carriers of serious pathogens. It also found that we do not find out OWN bodily fluids disgusting unless they have been sitting around for a while (your own spit is okay, leaving a glass of it on the table is not.) This corresponds to the time in which something might have grown in it. Interesting, no?

Last night I went to A kareokee (how do you spell that??) bar and had the most hillarious time. It was this seedy bar in the basement of a pizza place, filled with teenie boppers and 40 year old cocktail waitresses. I assumed that everyone would be fairly good singers: I was wrong. I've decided the best way to sing Kariokee ( is that how you spell it??) is really loud, with friends, to 80s songs. (Mixed in with the running man).

I'm trying to write the inroduction to my thesis now- the first part is all about organic chemistry and i HATE IT!!! WHY WHY WHY did I have to do a project involving so much organic chemistry???

And for those of you who care, my New year's Resolutions are coming along. I am still late for things, but at far lower a rate than before. I have ordered the Romanow report from the library and will get it within the week. As for the exercising, I'm not exactly at marathon levels, but I'm there about 3 times a week. (Except the first time I lifted weights I couldn't move for a couple of days afterwords.)

I'm the first to admit I'm kind of a daddy's girl, but my little sister is 10 times as spoiled as I am! When I came across a cheque made out for her driver's licence, I enquired as to why she was getting this free ride. ( i know its only like 60 bucks but its the principle of the thing! I've been paying for my own damn licence since I was 16!) Apparantly I "didn't have to work when I was her age, and neither should she." Except, oh wait, I DID work, every year I was in Uni. The youngest sibling is a baby forever- I bet my dad will be paying for her licence until she's 35.

We are going out tonight for my sister's birthday. Birthday dinners are usually sushi, becauase the only way any of us can afford to eat a really nice sushi meal is if Dad pays for it. That's right, my sisters and I are spoiled brats! ( I'm not sure if learning about immunology is more or less comforting when eating sushi: on one hand, I'm aware of all the things that live in raw fish, on the other hand, I have an idea has to how our body fights it off.)
Last night I went out to That Pool Hall/Pub at the forks to see off my friend Kayla. I had a conversation with a very drunk guy who finally said to me- "Oh I know how i know you! You're the girl who likes that guy!"
What the hell? Anyway, the humiliation was great. (Especially because about 5 minutes after this statement, THAT GUY who I used to like showed up).

Fine - how aboutnow??? Come on, this is my best material!!

Fine I'm updating....are you happy?

I'm back from the dead... the first week of school is so hard because you have to break the pattern of sleeping until noon, and going to bed at three. Mostly this has meant for me continuing to go to bed at three, then waking up at 10 and cursing the fact that I have missed all of my classes. And I found out my first term marks. Turns out I did the best in physics, my most hated and dreaded class. I am thinking of submitting my thesis to PUBS a biology conference for western Canada. (Its the cool thing to do if you write a thesis). However its hard to say if this will be happening as none of my tests have worked out. I can't really present a thesis and say- 'it didn't work, the end'. Am I ready for a life like this, where months are spent in labs working with smelly messes, and nothing to show for my work?

In other news, I am screwed because I am officially not smart, at least in the science world. Did you know that you have to be a genius to get a science research grant?

I took This Test on the internet which deduced that I am a man. How disturbing is that?

A fine New Year's Eve has come to an end. The night started with me, my sisters and Alana getting ready at home, drinking fancy girl drinks and singing Kylie Minogue very loud. This progressed to Julie's apartment, which progressed to picking up my sister's friend Sashira, and a 10 minute stop at Anne's house. This was possibly the most disasterous event of the night- usually Anne parties are very loud and big and it is easy to crash them. However this one was SMALL (only about 6 people by the time that we arrived at 10:30) and they were all dressed to play hockey. It was clear that we had gotten this message very wrong- a quick excuse and we were out the door again to hear Rudimental. We got there when the warm up bands were on- some sort of death metal thrasher stuff, nothing like the funk Band Rudimental itself. Also the crowd was full of bangers and heavy metal freaks- somehow the night seemed to be skidding off track. After deciding that this SUCKED, and leaving for a bit until the main show started, we came back to find the GOOD band playing, the crowd totally changing, and people grooving to the music! It was a good end to a potentially disasterous night!