That's right, it's another post!
All in one day!
This one is about Fridays.
At my school, don't know about others, we have this thing were people assign a fashion function (gah! alliteration...) to days of the week.
Examples include Wacky Hat Wednesdays, Fancy Fridays, Flannel Fridays...
It is Friday. I am wearing a skirt.
It really looks as though I am participating in Fancy Friday.
In fact, I am not.
You recall how I switched sleep cycles? After wearing flannel pyjama pants all night/day, I decided that I didn't feel like wearing pants.
Logical conclusion -- skirt.
Because I don't like looking like I'm in middle school, I wore a nice blouse with my skirt.
Upon reaching my last class, someone commented that they were doing Flannel Friday instead of Fancy Friday.
I realised that I looked pretty fancy.
Except I wasn't being fancy, I was... not wearing pants.
F*** Pants Friday.
There. I'm not being fancy, I'm f***ing pants.
Halfway to 100!
I totally wish that I had something cool to put up. Instead, I will just reveal to you that I managed to shift my sleep cycle by 12 hours.
That's right, I made myself nocturnal.
How, you ask? (Note: I will be using military time for the most part to keep these times in order without using AM and PM all the time. 13:00 = 1 PM, 20:00 = 8 PM, 08:00 = 8 AM)
While recovering from illness, I took a nap at 13:00 on a Thursday afternoon, intending to only sleep for a few hours.
I woke up at 17:00 and fell right back asleep after a glance at the clock.
Then I woke up at 20:00. Having achieved seven hours of sleep, I was feeling pretty good. I mean, I don't really get the whole "falling asleep before midnight" thing, so I usually end up getting six hours of sleep and swearing that I'll go to sleep earlier the next night, then playing on the internet and losing track of time and repeating the cycle all over again.
Every day this happens.
So my body is pretty cool with six hours of sleep and generally considers seven hours to be a treat.
I decided that I would just stay up all night and go to my 08:00 class as if it happened at 20:00. After all, I have a night class two days a week, and I get through those just fine...
What I didn't consider was that I would have to actually go to class and function at my usual late night hours. Those are the hours at which I eat junk food and play on the internet and lose any and all vestiges of coherent thought.
I discussed Mass Spectrometry and identified two molecules using Mass Spec, Infrared Spectroscopy, Proton Nuclear Magnetic Resonance, and Carbon Nuclear Magnetic Resonance at my body's 20:00.
I took a quiz and discussed the German educational system at my body's 21:00.
I discussed rhetorical strategies and made plans for a community-improving project at my body's 22:30.
And I ate lunch with lots of random people at my body's midnight.
Unfortunately, this nocturnal thing can't work. First: Tuesdays.
Tuesdays are my hell days every other week. I have an 08:00 lit class, then a noon lab that lasts until about 14:30 (officially). On every other Tuesday, I have a two-hour live lab for German class that lasts until 16:30. The problem: Organic lab never gets out early, which would be required for me to get to live lab on time. No, Organic gets out closer to fifteen minutes late on a weekly basis.
I'll be twenty five minutes late to every freaking live lab, and I am not happy.
Anyway, being nocturnal would mean being awake and functioning until my body's 04:45 every other Tuesday, and being able to do complex labs wherein one has to multitask like a madwoman (yes, even the men have to multitask like madwomen, which elicited a few groans of terror from the pre-meds) just to finish on time over multiple weeks with multiple labs going at once and all this at my body's midnight?
No.
Even if it weren't for Hell Tuesdays, my roommate would hate me if I was nocturnal.
I would make it impossible for her to be doing awake things as is natural for an awake person to do in the middle of the afternoon. She would be unable to bring friends over in the afternoons, when no one has class. There is nowhere to go on campus at night, so I would be leaving my light on all night all the time. The poor girl can't sleep well with the light on, and she was really restless last night.
No, being nocturnal would not be in my best interests.
So now I have to fix this thing.
My efforts to return to a diurnal sleeping cycle so far include staying awake far past my natural bedtime. As of this post, I've been awake for 17.4 hours. I'll have to make it at least 22 if I want to get enough sleep to get up early on Saturday so that I can be on a normal schedule for Monday, when I have a German test.
Moral of the story, kids, is don't be nocturnal if you're sharing a room.
Ninth. Nineth. Ugh. Ninth is right, but it looks like it should sound like "nihnth" instead of "nienth" (or "neinth", if you're German, and if you are... please let me know, because that would make my life).
I had an adventure, unfortunately proving that my life is not all that boring.
After a stressful eight days, my body decided that it couldn't function without one particular object, and my brain decided that that was a good idea. It, too, refused to function properly without this object.
The object? A viscoelastic liquid commonly known as "Silly Putty" (probably trademarked, registered, or under copyright protection of some sort by Crayola, also trademarked, registered, or copyrighted). For some reason, my fingers decided that they needed something with particular amounts of give and resistance. My brain interpreted this as my impression of ThinkGeek's Smart Mass Thinking Putty. Unfortunately, I needed it right then. The thinking putty is at least three days away, probably more like five, and almost $10. I don't really have $10 to give to Timmy (the ThinkGeek monkey), so I moved on to Silly Putty. Silly Putty, at least in my memories, is no more than $3. Similarly, it is probably at WalMart.
I can get to WalMart. I have a friend with a car.
So I texted her, hoping that it would in fact be at WalMart. She readily agreed to participate when I said "Would you mind a silly putty-finding adventure?"
Since both of us are rather strapped for cash, it promised to be a boring adventure. But once we got to WalMart, we discovered that finding what one wants in the toy section is difficult.
We tried the "Novelty Toy" aisle, which has some creepy "lifelike" creatures. I kind of think of them as "deathlike", since how many live snakes squish creepily under your hands, as if they have no bones at all? Same for spiders, which don't have bones, but do have structure to their bodies. But Silly Putty isn't a novelty toy.
We tried the PlayDough aisle, which was likewise unproductive.
It's not a car, or an educational toy. No, it's not on an aisle at all!
Silly Putty can be found at my particular WalMart on the first aisle of the toy section, sort of, the second long row back, on a stand all to itself. It is $2.
Having found the Silly Putty, so essential to my thought process, I tried to pick a colour. Each package had two eggs, one original and one "bright".
The Original putty comes in red eggs. Unfortunately, it's not red. So I had no way to tell whether or not the "bright" putty was the same colour as its egg. I wanted... not yellow, not orange, and certainly not pink putty... I wanted blue putty. But did the blue egg contain blue putty?
I didn't know!
!!!
Imagine the stress on my poor brain. First, I have an insanely stressful week. My brain finally accepts that I can relax, but my body refuses to obey it. Then, my body decides that it can't function without Silly Putty, and my brain accepts this. But then! Then I find my holy grail, and I just can't pick the proper one.
My friend and I stood there in the aisle, which was fairly deserted, trying to peer into the slightly-cracked eggs. I'm sure we looked ridiculous. I was frantic, she was confused by my desperation, and both of us were sticking our fingernails into little plastic eggs.
Finally, it was confirmed that the blue eggs do indeed contain blue putty.
I was ready to take off, but my friend decided that she had had a stressful week and deserved chocolate. She's more broke than I, but she does have a pre-paid Visa affair that her mother can't trace. It had $9.
We went to the chocolate aisle, which, happily, lay next to the sock location. She hunted for cheap chocolate, and found... Mars Bars.
Neither of us had ever eaten Mars Bars, but we have both seen this video by Charlie McDonell.
Hopefully he doesn't mind me putting this up. I feel that he can get over it, since I bought his album on iTunes.
We got the Mars Bars to split, giggling about "magic Mars Bars", although neither of us had cash. I promised to make it up to her in either cash or some tangible thing that she wanted. On our way out of the aisle, she noticed some dark chocolate mint Milky Ways.
I bought them for her. We have a barter system.
Then it was off to the sock aisle! I won't tell you about that. It was boring if you're not me. Five-minute story later, we exited the sock aisle in possession of blue, grey, and white stripey socks and, notably, no fuzzy socks.
Checkout was another adventure. As per usual, only six or seven of the thirty registers were open, so we stood in line for about ten minutes before one opened up. While waiting, we tested Halle Barry's new perfume line. Most of them were decent, but the last one, down on the bottom, the only one not able to be picked up, was very... citrus-y. Of course, that was the one I made my friend spray on her arm because I refused to test it on myself.
I actually think that "cloyingly sweet" might be a better description that simply "citrus-y". It was as if some sugar monster had devoured the limonene from every citrus fruit in the world and then vomited it up (with sugar instead of bile) into a perfume bottle.
I apologised for her having it all over her arm, but didn't offer to split the stench. Perhaps it's for fruitflies.
And that's how I ended up with my Silly Putty and an addiction to Mars Bars.
Gah, it's an "eighth" post again... That is probably one of the words that weirds me out the most, and I'm in organic chemistry, german, and a class that covers welsh literature.
Anyway.
Hi. The post name is going to change, but it's still me. "Raeann is Not a Nihilist" is the same person as "Bored College Student".
No, I'm not schizophrenic.
I'm not a nihilist, either.
All I did was switch email accounts to make the most dignified of my emails -- also the one attached to my youtube account -- the email for my main web browser (chrome, in case you want to emulate me).
Cheers, my fine reader friends. Cheers.
P.S., my youtube name is "raeannisnotanihilist" and I have one video up at this point. I may link them in and make this kind of an interchangeable thing, blog and vlog.
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