Something funny this way came...

As I've been alarmingly depressed and down this week, I'm taking this opportunity to talk about some funny and humorous things that I observed or did in the past few days.

As Callie and I were going to the Wolve's Den for dinner, she mentioned that it looked as if the elevators were fixed. Sure enough, as I looked in the direction of the elevators, I noticed a man in a repair uniform making to leave. But I had to do a doubletake because the second I looked away, I distinctly heard the sound of duct tape. Since we are in the South, my mind will sometimes equate fixing with duct tape, and thus I was mildly alarmed that the elevator may have been repaired with duct tape, however implausible the idea may seem. Well, my fear was unfounded, luckily. Nevertheless, I do not plan on using any elevator on campus unless I have to go up at least seven floors - I do not trust the elevators on campus, not after one tried to kill me! (It did, I swear!)

In my microbiology lab, we were given an 'unknown' culture of bacteria way back in September to use all of the various metabolic and other tests to help identify. At the end of every lab, we record our results. Well, we've done all of the tests and now it's time to put those tests to good use. But one guy at my lab table hadn't bothered to write down all of the results of his tests. Let me just say that the unknown identification is a heavy chunk of our final grade. I can sympathize with him, but at the same time, I just want to chuckle, shake my head, and say, "you poor bastard," which, by the way, does not translate to pobrecito in Spanish. Pobre means poor, and adding the -ito ending to a word makes it endearing and whatnot, so, Pobrecito translates to "you poor thing."

The other day, I decided to put away the long stem fake black rose that I had out for Halloween. As I held it in my hands, I looked around and saw that Callie had her back to me, completely intent on her work. The juvenile prankster in me decided that it would be funny to very quietly tickle the back of Callie's neck with the rose just to see if she jumped. So, I lean back in my chair (we sit back to back in the room, with our desks on opposite walls), extend my arm out. Not long enough, so I lean some more. And a little more. And then, as you may have guessed, the chair toppled, sending a soon-to-be hysterical (by the way, do you know the meaning of that word???) me crashing to the floor. It was pretty funny, feel free to laugh at me.

The other night, Justin and Yoohnee were over doing their organic chemistry homework with Callie, and I decided to interrupt them by playing a little clip from that Pirates of the Caribbean skull. Here's a link to what I made it say. Keep in mind, it won't let you cuss, so please admire my phonetic genius in getting around that particular rule - which translates to: yes, there is profanity in this clip, listen at your own discretion. Skull.

And that's all she wrote. Now back to my book...