It's ALIVE...

My social life that is, well, kinda. I mean I work from 7-12 and then 3-9 tomorrow, but I could have a social life and that's all that matters.

Yes, that's right, the summer is here. Again I refer you to my 'kinda' statement. I mean the fact that it will snow tomorrow and the next day isn't making mother nature my best buddy at the moment, but until I make a weather controlling machine, looks like I'm stuck here, in the cold.

But most importantly (and lacking the 'kinda' aspect) is the fact that I'm finished exams. I know that I'll pass, and usually this is enough for me. I really don't care until I have to sign up for my classes next year and have to make sure that I passed so I can count my five-hundred dollar wastes of time 'pre-requisites'. But this year is different, at least with one class.

I took biology 332. I didn't know what it would be about, what I would learn, in fact the only thing I saw when I signed up was the BIOL 3**. I mean all I needed were a few three hundred levels and I was happy, so I took it. It turns out to be ecology. For anyone who has taken ecology you know that it's easy and you really just have to say you love the planet. And get this, you don't have to mean it. Don't get me wrong, I'll help out nature, but usually only when it helps out me. I will also be the first to tell you that if I needed to rip the heads of baby ducks in order to get gas for my car I'd be wading though Broadmoor Lake right now looking for the little guys. For this class I had to suck it up and face the fact that in order to pass I would have to at least pretend to be interested in recycling (although I refuse to think that I'm going to a whole lot of work to spend my few days on Earth using inferior recycled products).

This all being said, I'm sure you can imagine how excited about the test I was... yes, it was like I finally got to meet Brad Pitt and drool over his hotness (for those of you visiting my blog for the first time today or my friends who recently suffered mass brain damage: the preceding line was a delightful example of sarcasm. The truth of the matter is that the only hard bodies I'll ever check out is on the now extinct Honda RC51 and the likes... um again, for those of you with major frontal lobe damage I'm talking about cars/bikes/and other methods of obtaining ridiculously useless speeds).

Alright, so why do you care? Well you don't (Holy parachuting wombats, Batman, this keyboard is crappy...) but you are here, reading this drivel, so for your benefit and in giving you an end to this story I will proceed onto my point. I just finished my ecology final. It took the whole three hours. I never take long to write an exam, but this proved to be a challenge. Perhaps if I actually used a pencil or a pen to write out my notes, my hands wouldn't have so badly atrophied from exclusively using a keyboard and I would have been able to finish faster, but alas the life of a geek like me.

Towards the third hour I was seeing things, and hearing things (both of which I assume were not real), and instead of this 'essay question' I interpreted it as 'creative writing time'. My '"Island Succession Model" became "I don't remember that being there", and instead of filled niches, the animals became unemployed. I'm fairly sure I even made reference to birds trying to 'spice up their love life' and 'monkey butlers'. Oh, and there was the point of the island becoming suitable to host 'an evil secret lair' somewhere in there.

Yes, in the words of the famous exam urban legend, I too am an integer, or at least I lost it at some point during the exam. But that's it, I'm done... ah, and now to do nothing, I only have four months so I had better get started... starrrrtiiiing now-