Twilight Tiptoes
It’s wormy season. Yes, that’s right it’s that blessed time of year when the caterpillars emerge from their naps. I think they are kind of cute right now; however, in a week or so when they are everywhere, in the trees, on the ground, inside your shirt, I will be singing a different tune.
What do you call a colony of eight newts? A newtist colony….yes, I’m a biology major.
This afternoon I walked into my room and heard that my radio was on. This confused me greatly because when I left, it was off. However, I quickly realized I left the alarm on and it went off at 12:45. The funny thing is I woke up this morning at exactly the right time and it didn’t even dawn on me that my alarm didn’t go off. Isn’t it weird how your body can get so accustomed to a time that you no longer need to be woken up? However, I wish my accustomed time was not 7:45 every morning. Sighs.
I’m measuring spider webs and spiders to see if there is a correlation between spider web size and spider size. How exciting is that? I’m having a slight problem seeing as though its not really spider season. Yes, there is a spider season so to speak. In about 3 or 4 weeks spiders will be abundant everywhere. Unfortunately I don’t have 3 or 4 weeks. If there is one thing I’ve learned by being a biology major, it’s that things never go as plan and one must be willing to change and go with the flow. Easier said than done.
In happier news, I got a grant to do my senior research over the summer. I get a nice little stipend, free housing, money for research-related expenses, and travel money to actually present my results to the scientific community. Plus, my research is on fish, so basically I'm getting paid to go snorkeling in Blue Springs. How awesome is that...I'm so excited right now!!
Why is it that whenever I go to the commons for late night I always go to open the door and it is locked? It never fails. You would think I would’ve learned not to even try that door and go to the other one, but no. I have the hope that one day instead of running into it the door will actually be open and I will be free at last. Fly away little butterfly…
Roommate quotes…
“Do you have anymore of those happy pills?” Explains a lot…
Why do I have three water bottles scattered around my room on any given day? It never fails I open a bottle, forget I opened it, then proceed to open another one and so on. Eventually, I look around my room and it has become a shrine to the Zephyrhills Natural Spring Water. Pure water from a pure place!
Update on the toilet issue. It has been fixed two times, yippee. Yet, somehow the toilet running has gotten worse. Instead of every 15 seconds, it is now down to 7.5. Half the time baby. Eventually it will be down to every second and then it will be the Spring of Stetson Hall. Pure water from an impure place.
You know every time I look at myself I realize I’ve acquired a new bruise. I am somehow inflicting pain onto myself, pain to which I am unaware. I look at each new bruise and think, “How did I get that one?” Pretty soon I will have a tan. However, I do recollect my latest acquisition. I was walking to the bathroom, this is a source of many problems for me (I broke my foot on the door walking to the bathroom), but this time no trip to the doctor was necessary. This time I stepped on one of my little plastic clips, which broke into tiny little pieces but not before inflicting some massive pain. The next day I had a nice black bruise in the middle of my foot. Good Job Serena!
Why is it that all of my best ideas, thoughts, or phrases come when I’m lying in bed about to drift off. Something earth-shattering pops into my head and I think, “I should really write that down.” Then I talk myself out of it because I’m all nice and comfy and think that I will surely remember it in the morning if I just repeat in 562 times before I go to sleep. I wake up and remember nothing….wait, I think it started with an S.
While on the subject of sleep in general I’ve observed a few things. One, I have this annoying habitat of twitching my foot nonstop while in bed and it’s gotten to the point that I don’t even realize I do it anymore. When I do realize it, I stop and roughly 3.25 minutes later I’m doing it again. Along with that, I have to be completely submerged when I’m asleep. I bring the covers up to my chin and then place a pillow, a very special pillow, over my head and shape it so that it indents just above my nose so I can breathe. No one is able to tell if I’m in bed or not because I’m so well submerged. I’m practicing my camouflage skills…Now you see me, now you... Also, why is it that we think we know exactly what we do and don’t do while asleep. Whenever you tell someone that they snore they immediately get defensive and respond with the ever popular, I know I don’t snore. Of course you know, you’re in full control of all bodily functions when you’re asleep and thus you know for a fact that you do not snore under any circumstances. O, that must have been the tornado that swept through the southeastern part of the country last night. I remember now. I’m sure you never wet the bed either, it was the leaky roof.
It’s wormy season. Yes, that’s right it’s that blessed time of year when the caterpillars emerge from their naps. I think they are kind of cute right now; however, in a week or so when they are everywhere, in the trees, on the ground, inside your shirt, I will be singing a different tune.
What do you call a colony of eight newts? A newtist colony….yes, I’m a biology major.
This afternoon I walked into my room and heard that my radio was on. This confused me greatly because when I left, it was off. However, I quickly realized I left the alarm on and it went off at 12:45. The funny thing is I woke up this morning at exactly the right time and it didn’t even dawn on me that my alarm didn’t go off. Isn’t it weird how your body can get so accustomed to a time that you no longer need to be woken up? However, I wish my accustomed time was not 7:45 every morning. Sighs.
I’m measuring spider webs and spiders to see if there is a correlation between spider web size and spider size. How exciting is that? I’m having a slight problem seeing as though its not really spider season. Yes, there is a spider season so to speak. In about 3 or 4 weeks spiders will be abundant everywhere. Unfortunately I don’t have 3 or 4 weeks. If there is one thing I’ve learned by being a biology major, it’s that things never go as plan and one must be willing to change and go with the flow. Easier said than done.
In happier news, I got a grant to do my senior research over the summer. I get a nice little stipend, free housing, money for research-related expenses, and travel money to actually present my results to the scientific community. Plus, my research is on fish, so basically I'm getting paid to go snorkeling in Blue Springs. How awesome is that...I'm so excited right now!!
Why is it that whenever I go to the commons for late night I always go to open the door and it is locked? It never fails. You would think I would’ve learned not to even try that door and go to the other one, but no. I have the hope that one day instead of running into it the door will actually be open and I will be free at last. Fly away little butterfly…
Roommate quotes…
“Do you have anymore of those happy pills?” Explains a lot…
Why do I have three water bottles scattered around my room on any given day? It never fails I open a bottle, forget I opened it, then proceed to open another one and so on. Eventually, I look around my room and it has become a shrine to the Zephyrhills Natural Spring Water. Pure water from a pure place!
Update on the toilet issue. It has been fixed two times, yippee. Yet, somehow the toilet running has gotten worse. Instead of every 15 seconds, it is now down to 7.5. Half the time baby. Eventually it will be down to every second and then it will be the Spring of Stetson Hall. Pure water from an impure place.
You know every time I look at myself I realize I’ve acquired a new bruise. I am somehow inflicting pain onto myself, pain to which I am unaware. I look at each new bruise and think, “How did I get that one?” Pretty soon I will have a tan. However, I do recollect my latest acquisition. I was walking to the bathroom, this is a source of many problems for me (I broke my foot on the door walking to the bathroom), but this time no trip to the doctor was necessary. This time I stepped on one of my little plastic clips, which broke into tiny little pieces but not before inflicting some massive pain. The next day I had a nice black bruise in the middle of my foot. Good Job Serena!
Why is it that all of my best ideas, thoughts, or phrases come when I’m lying in bed about to drift off. Something earth-shattering pops into my head and I think, “I should really write that down.” Then I talk myself out of it because I’m all nice and comfy and think that I will surely remember it in the morning if I just repeat in 562 times before I go to sleep. I wake up and remember nothing….wait, I think it started with an S.
While on the subject of sleep in general I’ve observed a few things. One, I have this annoying habitat of twitching my foot nonstop while in bed and it’s gotten to the point that I don’t even realize I do it anymore. When I do realize it, I stop and roughly 3.25 minutes later I’m doing it again. Along with that, I have to be completely submerged when I’m asleep. I bring the covers up to my chin and then place a pillow, a very special pillow, over my head and shape it so that it indents just above my nose so I can breathe. No one is able to tell if I’m in bed or not because I’m so well submerged. I’m practicing my camouflage skills…Now you see me, now you... Also, why is it that we think we know exactly what we do and don’t do while asleep. Whenever you tell someone that they snore they immediately get defensive and respond with the ever popular, I know I don’t snore. Of course you know, you’re in full control of all bodily functions when you’re asleep and thus you know for a fact that you do not snore under any circumstances. O, that must have been the tornado that swept through the southeastern part of the country last night. I remember now. I’m sure you never wet the bed either, it was the leaky roof.
