Sigh of Relief

Today has been, by most standards, pretty ok. My sister took my car to her learning link thing today, so I have had to rely on secondary means to move around at all today from home to school and back again. Normally this would not irritate me, but my sister has the propensity to give me little gifts I don't want, like an air freshener for my car or a frappuccino instead of paying me gas money, which is what I would frankly prefer.

Anyways. Ecology was nothing terribly exciting. We got out tests back, and I missed really stupid crap (something on home ranges and something on eusociality) that I didn't even think to study.

History, for the second time, was an adventure into Greek literary techniques. The problem is that we're supposed to be learning about Egypt, about 800 years before the Greeks conquer Egypt. I swear, my professor cannot stay on topic, despite the fact that he's incredibly intelligent. Two days to talk about the Epic Greek Cycle, which is not Egypt, despite his intelligence is inappropriate. I've resolved myself to not taking any more ancient history because I don't want to have to put up with such distraction again.

Then I had a massively huge break, where I had to dodge people selling root beer floats because I had no lactose pills. However, this did not stop me from getting breadsticks, fruit, and cottage cheese (which has lactose in it anyways, and from which I am suffering right now) for lunch. Lots of roaming around and stuff to waste time. I have to type my civil war notes from the other day for someone in the class tonight, which I don't mind doing.

Then Cell Bio. OMG. It was like watching an American Idol kick off episode where there is all this suspense. He kept bringing up the tests which he would not let us see until the end of class. I was going to lose my mind, and my bladder, if he kept it up. The average was a 75%, there was a 5 pt curve (which led me to believe the worst), and all this other suspense stuff, and so we get it back, and like all the tests I saw were 75%, 78%, 56%, 66%, 80%, and I was all "shit dood" until I saw mine. "95 Highest Score-GOOD JOB!" Omg. If only there were like little cell scopes that he gave out, I would have gotten one. I was absolutely stunned, shocked, whatever you want to say, that I got a 95%. That is SUPER for me. I mean, talk about a confidence booster. I mean, I've really established myself so far this semester in Cell, with a 100% on the quiz, a 99% on the last test, and a 100% on this test (after the curve). If he knew my name, maybe he would like me.

Other than that, I have nothing of much interest to relay to society. ha ha ha. That was totally a queer line. Obviously I'm tired.

I still have a lab to do for tomorrow (BOO!) in chemistry. I obviously don't care.

Grey's Anatomy is new tonight! w00t.