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It's summer. It's Orlando. It's hot as the devil's balls.

So tell me why, WHY would you turn the thermostat up to 82? Every day? Like I'm not gonna take my ass out there and turn it back down? If you wanna be hot, take your ass OUTSIDE.

I don't know what my summer roommate is up to. She's crazy. We live in an apartment, but she keeps all of her food and silverware in her room. Even has a fridge in there. She eats strictly organic, completely healthy foods (even organic, non-dairy "ice cream flavored desserts") and she's insane with the AC. She brings it down to 60 at night and puts it past 80 in the day. I don't know if she's doing that "hot yoga" in her room, or trying to sweat the pounds off (not that she has any to spare, she could slip under the door), but I'm getting fucking sick and tired of that shit.

Oh well, at least she doesn't impersonate doctors or burn the palce down like John's old roommate.
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SAM I SAW YOU WALKING DOWN UNIVERSITY BLVD TODAY. I was driving so I couldn't say hi.

Here's an interesting tidbit I learned at my family practice internship: your brain, when alive, has the consistency of toothpaste or a soft butter. You know how if you have a tight lid on a boiling pot and you suddenly take it off whatever is in the pot can boil out and overflow? Your body is the same way. There was a case I was told about where someone did a lumbar puncture (aka spinal tap) on a patient without checking to see if they had any type of pressure on their brain. This person had a brain tumor. The puncture and subsequent release of pressure caused all of the spinal fluid and cord to rush suddenly to the site of puncture and the patient's brain followed, being sucked down through the hole in the base of the skull.

Think about that.
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So I've always prided myself on a hardy immune system. I get sick every three years like clockwork. However, I just started an internship in family practice at Florida Hospital on Thursday. I wake up on Friday, and I have a sore throat. Cue Saturday, my nose is all stuffed up and running at the same time, and all that crap. Not cool.
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So, funny story.

My bed is up high, as per most dorm/campus apartment arrangements. It's right about at my mid-chest, so when I iron I just put my ironing board on the bed. When I put the iron down in between ironing "spurts", I put it on my dresser, which is next to my bed.

Now. In a moment of sheer stupidity, I decide that I need something out of my bottom drawer while the iron is on. When I go to open the drawer, it pulls the cord of the iron. Which comes toppling down on me. It was one of those moments where everything is in slow motion, with perfect clarity, but there's really nothing you can do except watch the scene unfold and think to yourself, "This is going to suck."

Fortunately for me, only the edge of the iron caught my neck before it rolled off and onto the floor. Considering the situation, I'd say I was pretty damn lucky. I mean, an iron fell on me.




The picture doesn't do it justice. It looks pretty cool in real life.

Speaking of very unfortunate things happening to me, my Sci-fi Lit class is only on Mondays and Wednesdays. I didn't go last Wednesday (I hadn't missed class yet) because I was very distraught over some other stuff. So I roll up in there today, and everyones like, "Oh, we have a test today." Apparently he announced this at the end of the Wednesday class. Not only was it a test, it was an essay test. I had to run over to the bookstore, by a blue book (never used one of those before), beg the lady at the counter to lend me a pencil, and run back to take this test. All of my college classes up to this point have been science classes, and it really showed. I don't even remember how to spell anymore. Still, I felt alright about it.
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Reason #245 Why I Love the A-Team

So Hannibal, Faceman, Murdock, and B.A. (aka the fabulous Mr.T) hav just parachuted out of plane to do a mission in a foreign country. They need to track some hostages held by terrorists, but the area is crawling with henchman. "I can track em'...by air," Murdock says. He opens his luggage trunk and proceeds to pull out and assemble all of the parts needed to make working, small one-person helicopter.

I love when a television show soars to new heights of improbability.
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So, people are really having a shit fit over the new Facebook. CALM DOWN! It's really not that big of a deal.

I'm going up to Gainesville for the UF/UCF football game and staying with the Laird (that invitation still open?) I really hope we don't embarrass ourselves. We have improved greatly over the past two years though. George O'Leary may be fradulent about his education, but he knows his football.
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So classes at UCF on Wednesday have been cancelled, due to the alleged "hurricane". Not that I'm complaining. I just think it's funny how, after Katrina, officials are seriously overreacting at the thought of a storm brewing. For no other reason than they don't want any shit if something does happen. They just want to be able to say they took full precaution well in advance so they don't catch hell. I'm all for being prepared, but when the governor declares an emergency and evacuates five counties (the first TS of the season, whatever A-name it was) over a tropical storm to cover his own ass I give a thumbs down. I can barely tell a tropical storm from a regular rainy day! Now Ernesto comes along, it's not even a hurricane, and school is cancelled. Oh well.

What's even funnier is that mere hours after the alert that school was cancelled went out, Facebook exploded with "HuRrIcAnE pArTy!!1" invitations. I'm slightly bitter, however, because I'm having a hurricane party with my organic chemistry book. Speaking of which, my horrid professor gave the class OF 300+ PEOPLE seating assignments. Alphabetical with z's in the front. It's ridiculous. And he takes attendance every day.

I think tomorrow I'll entertain myself by watching the Weather Channel. It enrages me and cracks me up at the same time watching the "meteorologists" stand outside in the rain and talk about how hard the wind is blowing. It's nothing but sensationalism. I wonder if Jim Cantore is in Central Florida yet.
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School's in!!!

I'm so glad school is back in. I can already tell this is going to be a big year for me. My classes are moving out of gen ed territory and I'm starting to really get into science on a deeper level than before. I'm actually excited about my 5 credit hour Microbiology class. I'm also taking this science fiction literature class that is AMAZING. I love all of my classes, except for one, but that is because I had the professor last semester and hated him. I also had a recent personal accomplishment: I smelled rain coming for the first time. My mom always talks about that but I've never experienced it, until a couple of days ago. I stepped out of my apartment (the entrance is sort of open air, but I have no view of the sky until I go down the stairs and away from the building), took a sniff, and went back in to get my umbrella. I started walking and maybe five minutes later it started raining. I know I must have looked ridiculous at the crosswalk because I was so smug that it was raining.

Life's good.
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What a Waste of Dreamtime.

Have you ever had a totally mundane dream? Where absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happens? I had a dream that I went to the chiropractor. That was it. I made an appointment, went there, waited in the waiting room, filled out an insurance card, the dude asked some questions made his adjustment, and I left. What kind of lame ass dream is that? No superpowers or rapper Fifty Cent or anything. I really hope that doesn't become a trend.

All summer I had nothing to do, and now I have entirely too many things to do in a ridiculously short amount of time.