thanks to my kick ass memory...

i got a straight A in anatomy!!! i think i deserve a mint chip ice cream cone...

after destressing for one week, suffering two ocular migraines involving loss of VISION, and one doctors visit i have already started my next class, developmental psychology. now, you think this would be interesting. but, if you have a professor who talks like molasses for three hours and twenty minutes you might think differently. i'm not kidding about the molasses. the first day of class i did not even fill one page of notes...after three hours and twenty minutes! not only does he talk very slow and with a horrible, horrible michigan accent, but he goes on very random tangents for very long periods of time. yesterday's tangeant: a replay of the conversation he had with his daughter the night before about who would win in a fight--the colour kids from rainbow bright or the care bears. his conclusion: the my little ponies would probably come in and kick ASS (only it sounded like aaaaaaaass b/c of his nasal tendencies). who cares! why are you telling us this? keep your stories and let me out earlier!! give me anatomy and crazy amounts of memorization any day...

-SN