Mi Vida Díaria

Just an ordinary day. I woke up, went to class, came back, found a virus on my computer, tried to get rid of the virus, failed, went to lab, came back, kicked the virus's ass, did my homework, made some bows, ate some dinner, made some more bows, and watched the premier of ER. Not a very busy day, but it was enough. I felt fine until I got back from PE and saw the virus notification. Trojan Vundo, what a nasty wee beastie! I had an infestation last year and I had to call someone to get rid of it. I didn't want to have to do so again, so I did all that I could do: download the latest version of that virus's removal tool, and do what it tells me to do. It didn't work last time, but this time it did! I hope it did, that is. I've still got some unexplained phenomena occuring that I don't know what to do about, but for the time being, I'm going to rest slightly easy.

In lab we worked with gram stains (my thumb is still dyed crystal violet, as is one spot on my forearm). I was on the ball and ahead of the game, preparing my final slide for the day of my semester unknown. I put it under the microscope, tried to focus it, and I couldn't find anything. I kept looking for a long time, and yet couldn't find anything. So, I redid the slide, making a new smear, letting it dry, heat fixing it, and then doing the four-step gram stain process. It was when I opened up the unknown's test tube when I realized: I forgot to swab the initial slide with the unknown. I heat fixed and gram stained a smear of water! So I ended up staying late and was one of the last people to leave (not the last, thank goodness). That put me on edge for the rest of the day.

I have good news: my PE teacher knows my name. I have bad news: my hot Micro TA doesn't. Crumbie my ass. I wanted to be like my Dad and shout, "You see a damn 'R' in my name?" But I didn't, I was a good girl. Besides, one person learned my name, that's enough for me.

The premiere of ER was tonight. I practically cried through the entire thing! It was so good! I love my doctor: tall, dark, and handsome Goran Visnjic, and watching his character deal with a premature baby, whose mother had to have a hysterectomy to prevent her from exsanguinating to death. You don't know how terrible a past his character has had! In Croatia, he had a wife and two young daughters. He left the house for groceries and made his family stay behind because it wasn't safe outside, what with the bombing and the war-like chaotic atmosphere. When he gets back, his home has been hit with a shell and he finds one daughter dead, his wife bleeding to death on their bed, and his other daughter just barely clinging to life. He performs CPR on his daughter while trying to keep his wife awake, and ends up losing them both. He lost his entire family! Wife, kids, everything! I cried like a baby when I saw that episode, and I cried tonight when I saw that he may have to experience the same type of loss again. I'm a big softie at heart and seeing that kind of suffering, even though it's acting, just tears me up! ER is a drama and I love drama!

With nothing else to report, I'm going to sign off for the night, and remind you to enjoy my new background and to rejoice in the colorful dynamic event that is autumn. Oh, yeah, and my birthday is on Tuesday. Sweet Dreams!