Manic Monday

A heads up to everyone. I've decided to use initials in my blogs to prevent people from being offended in any way. Enjoy.

An early rise for the start of the week. I wasn't exactly skipping off to Microbio lab at 8:30 this morning but I made due. On the brightside of things, the lab took all of a about a half hour. It was basically, smear some crap on the inside of a few petri dishes and get the hell out of there. "A good start to the day," I thought as I strolled on over to the Montgoris dining hall.

It is common knowledge around St. Johns campus to know the difference between the good omelette makers and the side shows who serve out flattened bowling balls day in and day out. As I approached the stand, I immediately saw I would be dealing with one of the worst ball flatteners in the building. I usually have an impenetrable plan for such occasions. I usually ask for what I want on it (ham, cheese, yada yada) nothing new there. Then I bring out my secret weapon, "Can I have those scrambled please?" Not even the worst chefs in the world can screw up scrambled eggs. I executed my plan perfectly. I asked for what I wanted, "Can I have those scrambled?" Without hesitating she said "Sure hun," which gave me the impression that she knew what I wanted. After having this little chat, I parted with my eggs for a brief moment while I went to grab some apple juice and a plate. When I returned, the bowling ball flattener apparently decided to foil my entire plan. She was in the process of making my eggs into an omelette. The very familiar chants of the Big Bad Balcony filled my head, "Its all over....!!!" "Those poor eggs," I thought. I stood there, watching them sizzle to the bottom of the pan, while the "chef" chatted with people in line. She finally decided to flip my omelette, revealing the black crusty surface on the other side. "Well, thats a half hour of my life I'll never get back," I thought. The best part about it is, when she flipped it over, the guy behind me quickly said, "Uh yeah, can I get mine lighter than that?" You can't make this up. The lady finally finished scorching the baby chicks, folded the omelette over, gave me a big smile, and said "There ya go". I gave her a big smile back, said thank you, found the nearest out of sight trash can, dumped my charcoal eggs, and headed towards the cereal bar.

After a very unsatisfying venture at Montgoris I headed back to the room, intending to take a nap before organic, but was sidetracked by the Xbox. I sat down and played some madden, Steelers vs. Titans for my Franchise opener. Everyone knows that you never save the game if you lose your opener. After constantly battling All-Madden Chris Johnson, I finally won today by going for two in the last couple seconds to win by one. Very exciting I know. I looked up at the time, and Organic lecture was waiting for me. I gathered up my things and headed out the door.

Whoever said "There's no such thing as a stupid question," was just dumb stupid as DM would say. After sitting through a handful of Organic lectures, I've figured out that stupid questions are not only real but they are also just as contagious as the yawns. There's no way my professor makes it through the semester with his wits intact or a steady pulse. Today we made it through 3 slides of the poor guy's presentation, in an hour and a half. The one girl in the front of the class just loves to let the professor get through an entire topic and then raise her hand and say, "You lost me after that first thing about the methyls." WHAT!! When she starts to ask just completely insane questions other people join in. Contagious. Friggin' contagious. During class I pulled out a piece of paper and started writing down everyone who asked a stupid question, so I could tell you guys about them of course. By the end of the class the paper was filled.

The professor then brought up the topic of future alternative fuels. Nuclear power came up and he said yeah sure, but you just have to worry about the nuclear waste it produces. Then he kind of cracked a few jokes and said we could just burry it somewhere or shoot the waste into outer space. This escalated into some kid saying that we should shoot the waste at the sun. Without missing a beat, the girl in the front row turned around in all seriousness and yells, "Thats only going to make it worse!" The teacher gave her this wise ass grin, and tried to hold back while saying, "Yes, that is a very good point. It will only make it worse." Wow, only about three months left, should be fun.

Bhoov