After being sick the past week and waking up at noon every day, it has been especially difficult to talk myself out of bed in the morning. But I somehow managed to get up and ready for school on time.
I don't know if it was because I wasn't quite awake yet or what, but for some reason I found Biology class quite entertaining which is odd because basically all we did was take notes the whole time. On things I know I will never be required to know in my life after the test, of course. I guess I might use this knowledge if I become a botanist or something, but that is so not happening and if for any reason that happens by mistake or I experience a momentary bout of insanity and voluntarily study plants for a living, then please, people, PLEASE, will someone just stab me in the eye with a giant poisonous thorn or something? And return me to my normal state of being? Seriously, I'd rather be a cycloptic writer than a two-eyed botanist. Or something like that.
Anyway, right now we're working on Punnett squares and labeling the genotypes and phenotypes except that when my teacher writes on the board she abbreviates them "Geno" and "Pheno" and is it just me or does that totally sound like the names of two balding, pot-bellied Italian brothers who own a pizza shop? Thank you, Biology teacher. NOW I WANT PIZZA. AT 9 AM.
Another term that amused me from today's notes is "tetrad", but I'm pretty sure that's only because it looks as though if you rearranged the letters it might spell "retard". (It doesn't. Close, though.) And I know that many people find "retard" and "retarded" to be politically incorrect terms, but, like Kathy Griffin, I think "retard" is a fun word and I'm going to say it anyway. Plus it's not like I only say it about other people; I refer to myself as "retarded" about ten times a day. Witness me nearly fall backwards when I lose my grip trying to open the
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I've got to stop reading these slice o' life posts, as amusing as they are-- I'm beginning to suffer flashbacks of my time in high school.
Just... ugh. When you get out of there, I'm sending you a celebratory porno.
-jdl
P.S. It doesn't have a d?
Nope. No "d." The "d" in "fridge" is merely a vestigial portion inserted by mankind to fill out an otherwise skimpy-looking word. Kind of like fake boobs.
Heh heh heh. Retard.
Allison, you're even more easily amused than I am.
Ahh! Creepy laugh!
Geno! More lasagne!
Creepy laughter is deliciously disturbing.
I totally misread this post's title as "I Snort Glass," and had to do a double take.
Talk about retarded. ;-)
x
Just a girl
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