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feeling: sick of studying
listening to: Evangelion - Cruel Angel's Thesis, Megumi version
I swear, I have a different song obsession everyday. Today it's the opening of one of the most viewed anime ever, which I haven't even seen. Yesterday it was You Make Me Cool from Cowboy Bebop. Other recent Songs O' The Day have included Lilo & Stitch - He Mele no Lilo, Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out of My Head, and Love Hina - Kimi Sae Ireba.
This is kinda amusing... ok, in my floor's community restroom, there are two paper towel dispensers and two soap dispensers (and seven sinks - go figure), right? Well, of those items of which there are only two, only ONE is functional at any given time. Currently one of the soap dispensers is empty, and it has been for at least a month, I believe. Janitorial staff keeps the other one full, but they haven't refilled the empty one in a freaking MONTH. And the paper towel dispensers - also for nearly a month now, one of them has been jammed. Staff keeps the other one filled (usually), but they haven't fixed the jammed one in a freaking MONTH. Residents have complained about this, and the response from the janitor(s) was "I ain't doin' that! That's not MY job!" Oh, of course not... it's your job to fill ONE soap dispenser and ONE paper towel dispenser, each of which only YOU have the tools to open and fill, but the other one in each pair is someone else's dirty work. It all makes sense now.
Anyway, over the weekend I finally got sick of it. Yesterday I spent about 10 minutes standing in front of the jammed paper towel dispenser with both hands shoved up into the thing as far as they'd go - my fingers being stabbed mercilessly by the little sharp, serrated metal strip which causes dispensed paper towels to be rippable, my knuckles crushed against the lower rim of the dispenser, and every spare finger wedged between the metal strip and the little roller by which paper towel is dispensed. After a long struggle and much pain, I finally succeeded in pulling the jammed wad of paper towel past the roller and tore it free, thus fixing the stupid thing. I wanted to hang a sign on it telling off the janitors for making residents do what THEY'RE supposed to be doing, and demand some recompense for my bruised and aching hands, but I decided to keep my mouth shut, so to speak. The whole point of charity is expecting nothing in return, after all.
Well, this afternoon, 24 hours later, I took a little trip to the restroom, and what did I discover? The same freaking paper towel dispenser is jammed AGAIN. I didn't fix it this time. Tried, but my hands were still hurting too much from the previous day's little adventure. I'm about to stop the next janitor I see in the halls and freaking shove him/her into the restroom and MAKE him/her fix it, standing behind shouting orders and cracking a really nifty nine-prong lead-tipped leather bullwhip all the while.
...In other words, I have absolutely nothing to blog about anymore. 9_9
On that note though, this Wednesday is my first EEOB (don't make me write out the class' full title... pleeeease) midterm, and the day after that is our lab quiz. Know what's kinda funny? The prof told us on the first day of class that memorization of ridiculously long, clunky, essentially meaningless science-y words and phrases would be held to a minimum. Then he gave us our lab schedules. Complete with a list of a couple hundred bones and muscles we're supposed to be able to identify on the body of a formalin-soaked, half-opened cat. Not just bone names, but also the name of every little bump and bulge and hole and rough spot on each bone. And all the little tiny bones in the skull that no one gives a flying flip about. Not just muscle names either, but also each muscle's points of origin and insertion, and their functions. And we don't get word banks, so we have to be able to SPELL them all. We're talking single words with upwards of 15 letters including sequences of about half a dozen consonants in a row.
And that's just for ten-point LAB QUIZZES. You should see the sample midterm he showed us.
Memorization kept at a minimum, all right.
Fesk. It's 11 pm and I haven't started my Japanese aural drills yet. I have like, five of them tonight. EEOB can bite my big hairy toe.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 1/27/2003 10:58:00 PM
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