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Country: United States
State: Indiana
Gender: Female
Interests: Hobbies? Heck, what isn't a hobby? I like to watch the spider who has built her web between my two always open bedroom windows while I talk on the phone.
Expertise: I'm working on a Master of Science in Biology at Ball State University. I got my Bachelor of Science in Biology and Bachelor of Art in Spanish degrees from Hope College in Holland, MI.
Occupation: Student
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8/27/2003
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| This will really scare some of you and that's alright. I'll admit that the beginning is kinda sick, too.
So anyway, I've been into making my own bruschetta laterly. Of course, I've put a lot of extra stuff in it that normally isn't there, so it's more like bruschetta's beaten and molested older sister, but anyway you get the point.
So last night whilst making this stuff, I used half a lime. While I was cleaning the kitchen later, I absent-mindedly placed the unused half on top of my microwave where it remained until today. When I found the neglected half, it was on its way to becoming a dried up crackly orb. I squeezed it a little, looking at how nicely each section was being desecrated and preserved. I'm not exactly sure why, but I decided to test the extent of the lime drought with my teeth. I started to half-bite it when something flew in front of my face. I'm not talking something flew by, but something generated from a location entirely too close to my face then fell to the floor. I looked down and it was one of those little silverfish, baby scorpion-like creatures. I realized that it had been in the center of my lime and scurried out, apparently realizing the danger of being eaten.
I stood in horror for a moment, glad that it had decided to dive over the lime's exposed edge instead of toward my face.
Anyway, I tore off part of a napkin with which to squash the intruder. As I bent down and peered under the edge of my cupboard, I saw the pest and started toward it with my weapon of death. Suddenly, a tiny spider jetted down from the cabinet's edge and started darting back and forth toward the victim until, suddenly, the thing was hoisted in the air. The spider continued to tie up the thing's legs. The whole sight was quite fascinating. At that point, I raced upstairs for my digital in hopes of capturing this small piece of Biology In Action!
Alas, defeat reared its head. I think I got in one crummy shot before my battery flashed the warning to me and my camera shut itself down. Foiled again.
I'm hoping that the spider saves its feast until my battery is charged! Hopefully I'll be able to post a few pictures of the awaited event.
Well, happy day!! | | |
| for those of you with the attention span of a four-year-old with ADD, i'll try to keep this short
so the big news is that someone else is in love with me. sadly, i had to break their heart today and tell them that i cannot date them because i am still not over my last boyfriend. i told them that it wouldn't be fair to either of us. he wanted to know if i was gonna wait around for three years to see if i can still get back together with my former boyfriend. i told him many times over the course of the conversation that i am unable to predict the future. they never seem to believe me. maybe i just look like someone who should know what is going to happen. yes, i am heartless - except for one guy 
pool is free at BW3's sunday and monday nights so i think i found my new hang out for those days.
a highlight on the bike ride home was watching a kid on the sidewalk ahead of me walk toward a grassy area inbetween two sidewalks, pick up a small stick and proceed to poke at the ground where a cricket is chirping. the cricket stopped chirping, but the kid kept on poking. strange what amuses people, eh?
i've been reminiscing about california - dreaming of making my way back to San Francisco to live with my motorcycle, of course, since that seems to be the only reasonable means of transportation. please help make my dream a reality and send money. | | |
| So life until recently has been good. Then I accidentally met a guy who is apparently unable to hear/understand words and phrases such as, "no," "i can't do this," "stop," and the such. I am still amazed at my nievety. I am so clearly the sucker sometimes when I look back. Then again, isn't hindsight 20/20?
Alright enough about that. Teaching continues to be an adventure. Every lab period is a new challenge. As kids shuffle around their schedules for the first two weeks, some add to my section or leave, making getting to know them a little challenging at first, but I think I have 95% of their names memorized.
I have grown very fond of a group of guys in sectoin 22. They are not freshmen like most of the others in the class and insist on our having class at Scotty's, the local brewhouse. I told them that if it were possible, I would. They also told me that they needed to either drink before class or else during class just to pass the time. I told them that they'd better not let me catch them or else they have to share. A quick, "What do you like?" was shot at me. I tried to dodge that conversation by telling them I like the hard stuff, knowing that BSU guys are all about the beer. Unfortunately, the ring leader of the group said he likes anything.
The kid who was hitting on me the first day is still at it. The last time I saw him, the flirting turned into protests such as, "But I thought we were good friends," when I wouldn't feed him answers.
They are a funny bunch and quite enjoyable. I've gotta say, though, that I was a little disappointed when none of them invited me out to a party this weekend.
Lastly, I had another run in with the Burmese guy. This was the guy who was practically begging to give me a massage that would have covered all of my exposed skin for certain, and who knows what else he had planned - bear in mind that was the second time I ever saw him and the first time I agreed to go to "see" apartment. So this meeting started out much the same as the others: I am upstairs and hear my name being called out from below. I can already tell who it is by the accent. Ugh. I try to be quiet for a moment, hoping that he'll pass on. No such luck. I go downstairs with a few things in my hands and say hi to him through the screen door, proceeding to the kitchen to put my things away and leaving him outside. I talked to him through the door for a bit, but cringed when I heard it open. The nerve. So now this guy's in my house. We stand in my living room, chatting about school and nonsense when he asks if he can sit. Yes. So we sit and talk about crap. I mention that I need to pump up my bike tires today. Unfortunately, he has a bike pump. I agree to walk my bike to his apartment to inject my tires with the air. No big deal, I thought to myself. However, when we get there, he doesn't offer to go get the pump as I expect, but rather tells me to come in. I do. He tells me about the party he had last night and blabs on about other uninteresting things. Finally, the bike pump is produced so we head outside to take care of that. Mission accomplished, I hope to make a quick exit, but inevitably fail when he says to come in again. I do, reluctantly, but feeling somewhat obligated, having just used the guy's equipment.
Inside, I am told to sit. I do. He blabs some more about things I don't care about, finally getting around to asking me if I liked "last time?" I play dumb and ask what he's talking about. Of course, I know he wants to whip out the lotion and start slathering it all over me in a mock attempt at massaging me. No deal. I will not be touched by this slimy Asian again. He pulls out all the stops, asking to see my fingernails and pointing to scars on my arms, in vain attempts to touch me. I tell him forcefully that I don't like to be touched. He found out last time that I'm ticklish, too, and tried that tactic, but to no avail. I told him that I don't like to be tickled and that people who do it to me are dumb. I told him I'm not his toy. HA! Anyway, I let him know that I have to get going to make a call. At this point, he turns to me, becoming very serious suddenly, puts a hand on my knee and says with earnest in his eyes, "We need to spend more time together." I ask him why. After fumbling around about being Asian and his interest in women, he finally spits out that he thinks I'm sexy. Give me a break. I am disgusted at this proclamation and get up to go. He grabs my arm, seeing that the seriousness of what he's just said isn't sinking in. He tries to make me look at him so that his love can be fully expressed. I pull away and sidle toward the door. Somehow, the little snake intercepts my escape. He puts his arms around me in an attempt to hug me, while I push him away, knowing what is coming. I am now pressing him away as hard as I can and arching my face as far away from his as possible. No good. He plants his diseased lips on my cheek. Can you imagine the horror? I don't think so. Anyway, I finally pushed past him, grabbed my bike, and told him that I had his number and I'd call him. Not likely. SICK!
What is the problem with guys?!? Do I need to wear a sign that says, "Back off, I probably don't like you so don't waste your time and DO NOT touch me!"? Maybe I should carry a tazer and just taze the jerks who think every unmarried girls is free game. I mean, seriously, will someone just marry me already?! At any rate, I could use my ring to make a good impression on their face if they tried anything! Geez. I guess this is the life I am stuck with, though, and I have to deal with what I've got.
Yesterday I made a vow to myself and someone else to be better and I plan on sticking to that. I think my time here at Ball State should help me to prove lots about myself and will hopefully be a time to improve the parts of me that need help. Life is all about change and that's what I am going to do: Change. | | |
| Alright, this is my first attempt at this nonsense so be nice if it gets a little shaky.
Ya know, I used to think that Webloggers were a bunch of pretentious bastards who had an over-inflated perspective on their own miserable lives, actually believing that someone else cares what they do. I'd like to think of myself, however, not as a hypocrite but as an experimenter on the verge of reform.
So I just started here at Ball State as a Graduate student. Basically, I'm an old freshman. I am also a graduate teaching assistnat. That means that I teach a Bio 100 lab to non-science majors and in return, the school gives me money. So far, so good, but I've only taught once. My first lab section was yesterday. The "kids" were great - lots of fun, cute, peppy, and all that. My first problem came as I was taking attendance and my right contact starts flipping out on me. It got all blurry and scratchy and was burning and itching which made my eye water and my eyebrow sweat (just the right one). It was horrible, I couldn't see anything, but like a good TA, I kept on with the class even though I wanted to run out the door and yank my contact off in the bathroom, since I was sure there had to be acid leaking into my eyeball from some unseen source. It was really frightening. I was scared I might go blind right there in front of my class.
I got through roll as quickly as I could and found a seating chart for them to pass around and sign while I wisked myself off to the bathroom to at least wash the stupid thing off. To my relief, that helped things a lot and the rest of the class was much better.
Once I get them started working on their projects, I begin to character type the kids individually as I watch them move about the room and interact. I think I have definitely pegged the kid who started hitting on me as soon as I got close to him. His outfit and player-like stance were obvious give aways, but what I liked the most was how he talked to me as if I were some drunken undergrad at one of their little weekend fuck fest bashes.
For those of you who don't know, BSU is a notorious party school. They all like to drink and all the chicks are hoochies.
He continued to flit around the room, asking for answers from me and the others in the class, throwing flirtatious remarks my way every chance he got. It was all a little awkward. I kept having flashes of bad movies where the teacher falls in love with her student going through my head. It was a little unnerving, and if he hadn't been so damn hot, it would have made it easier not to flirt back.
I hope he's just looking for an easy A, cause that will be easy enough to dodge. I've promised myself to keep a tight reign on the situation.
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