Well, no Irishmen. No corned beef, no pataaatoes. We decided we were not in the mood to deal with the noisy drunken crowds at a pub, so we hit Napoleon's for pizza and beer. And I'm making corned beef and cabbage at their place tomorrow! I'll just have to start drinking early, that's all.
I had another training day at the aquarium today. I extracted DNA from wheat germ. It's fun. There's a lot more stuff volunteers are responsible to do at Scripps than AoP. That's good though, they have faith that we won't screw things up too badly. Let's hope I don't.
And I'm babysitting. My first outside job since I moved back. The mom brought me goodies from an L.A. shopping jaunt, a neato satchel and a journal.
She's awesome. The boys are great too. There's two of them, and they were the ones that proved to be a bit of a hassle on occasion last year, but tonight they've been SO great, aside from the popsicle incident, but we won't talk about the popsicle incident ever again. 
The elder even helped me do the dishes. 
Aww.
Gaah, der dee der...I'm so freakin' slow tonight. My brain is mooshy from all the fish-speak and...whatever. I'm gonna watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and fall asleep on the couch. Wow, this entry fizzled out quickly. Edits to come I'm sure.
1. How was your St. Patty's Day?
2. Which fin is the caudal fin?
3. What percentage of human DNA and chimp DNA are identical?
4. Do you take freedom for granted?
In addition:
I watched Wedding Crashers last night. It had its moments, but it sure as hell didn't live up to the hype. Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle was WAY funnier.
Also: Good GOD people are so weird!!!!!!!
So I'm looking through the personals on CL, the m4w and casual encounters. And I'm either completely bored or entirely astounded by what I'm reading. One man wants a model to accompany him on an all-expense paid trip to Vegas...$2000 spending cash, a deluxe suite at the Wynn, first-class air. To me this translates to a night spent locked in his trunk with no money and no Vegas and a bloody a-hole.
Then there's a guy who thinks San Diego whores are too expensive and ugly and he wants a hot chick he can "squeeze, touch, sniff, lick, or insert something into" for $50. Ha.
Another one is frustrated that he posted an ad last week and no one's responded. (It's because there's like 200 guy looking and posting for every chick doing the same, duh.)
And there's the countless quasi-poetic, soulmate seekers...and the guy who says he's a rockstar and doesn't want to deal with going out tonight and that he just wants to get straight to the point already. Classy.
I've posted two of my own and would like to do another, but I suspect I just like the attention, rather than actually finding the man of my dreams. The first time was an honest effort on my part. I went out with like 4 guys. With 2 we were total duds for each other, one I liked as a friend and one got himself drunk at my house so he could sleep over and nearly set fire to my tv so I made him sleep in his fucking car. (Don't try and trick me because it doesn't work.)
Single white female. Fat chick. Sorry, but food is sooo yummy. I'm smart, although I sound downright retarded when I talk when I'm nervous or at all uncomfortable. I have irrational fears of stupid things like drains, clowns, vacuum cleaners and spiders. Water is my favorite thing ever. I'm going to go to school for marine biology and I need a man to support that, preferably someone who's good at math and chemistry and maybe physics to explain it to me, your little brick wall. You should like kids and animals because I do, but you shouldn't be in a hurry to have them. Pregnancy doesn't look like it's any fun at all and a dog is just a kid with fur. And you're going to have to be the cool-headed one when we go to the pet store and they have ducklings for $4 and I want one and say it can live in the bathtub and be a house-duck. (You'll remind me that that's an idiotic idea but later that day you'll come home bearing a little stuffed duckie for me. Aw, you're so sweet!) On the same token, you'll only be mad for a minute if I come home with the cutest puppy/cat/lizard/whatever *ever*. You won't be expected to pay for everything but frequent gifts will be duly noted and immediately appreciated. I love to give gifts as well, and I tend to be thoughtful, if a little corny. You should love the ocean, and should offer to drive us there all the time, because you know I despise looking for a parking spot at the beach. Random hugs and kisses for no reason are expected. I will put up with your bitching if you put up with mine. You should help me keep the house clean. I'll make you my specialties if you make me yours. I'd appreciate frequent massages and I'll be more than happy to reciprocate. If you're annoyed with me you need to tell me and not snap at me. I've had enough of that. If you want me to put up with you, you won't do hard drugs AT ALL. (=anything man-made) Hopefully you'll like art, movies and music, and if you don't like something I like you won't make fun of it before you provide me with a reason for your dislike. I am the Queen of Questions. You MUST like to answer questions. You should also like to ask them. There is nothing more irritating that someone who doesn't care about the why or how. I'm not very touchy-feely, but I'd like to be, so it would be nice if you were. You'd stroke my hair or skin often for the hell of it. You're not clingy though, and you appreciate your space while you sleep as I do, although cuddling is nice sometimes. You don't mind raccoon eyes and floppy flat hair. You're ok with the fact that I actually LIKE to be bored, and at those times you leave me to my own devices and go have your own life. You don't like to fight. You don't need to. You're stunning because you're self-confident and you don't need any facades to make you look cool or tough. You embrace your inner nerd, your inner gardener, your inner child, your inner weakling. Whatever, you're happy with yourself. If you look at me funny when I say odd things, it's out of curiousity, not irritation or disdain. You don't complain about the water bill, even though I take two showers and maybe a bath every day. (Because you're welcome to join me.) You like stupid adventures like my little creek-walk and you'll wait for me while we're on hikes as I stop to study every damn flower we happen upon. You understand that I'm not incredibly social and would rather never go to a dance club, discoteca or hip bar EVER. I prefer the empty dives with a good jukebox and cheap well drinks. You're welcome to go to those noisy, obnoxious places by yourself though. I won't be mad unless I look mad, which is not likely unless you tell me at the last minute and you don't give me a chance to plan something with a friend or something so at least I don't feel as though I'm being left alone with no choice. I hate that. You'll suggest things like museums and whale-watching, and you'll consider my loopy suggestions as well. You'll be sexually adverturous. (But NO buttsecks, EVER. ever ever ever. No. Don't even ask.) You'll entertain my dreams of moving the rest of my family down here (if you like me, you'll like them) and my dream of buying my gramma's house in NorCal back, and of moving to Moorea to live in an overwater bungalow for a year or two. (graduate thesis, doncha know!) You like cartoons. You're really passionate about the stuff you love and could talk about it all night, and I'll listen as long as you do the same for me. Sometimes I just wanna be held. You should be able to intuit this.
*Le sigh* Whatever. Like I said, a Tom Sawyer to my Huckleberry Fin, chaos to my mayhem, etc etc forevever and ever. Ah, men.
Probably more infor than you ever needed about anyone in the universe.
I had another training day at the aquarium today. I extracted DNA from wheat germ. It's fun. There's a lot more stuff volunteers are responsible to do at Scripps than AoP. That's good though, they have faith that we won't screw things up too badly. Let's hope I don't.
And I'm babysitting. My first outside job since I moved back. The mom brought me goodies from an L.A. shopping jaunt, a neato satchel and a journal.
She's awesome. The boys are great too. There's two of them, and they were the ones that proved to be a bit of a hassle on occasion last year, but tonight they've been SO great, aside from the popsicle incident, but we won't talk about the popsicle incident ever again. The elder even helped me do the dishes. Aww.
Gaah, der dee der...I'm so freakin' slow tonight. My brain is mooshy from all the fish-speak and...whatever. I'm gonna watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and fall asleep on the couch. Wow, this entry fizzled out quickly. Edits to come I'm sure.
1. How was your St. Patty's Day?
2. Which fin is the caudal fin?
3. What percentage of human DNA and chimp DNA are identical?
4. Do you take freedom for granted?
In addition:
I watched Wedding Crashers last night. It had its moments, but it sure as hell didn't live up to the hype. Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle was WAY funnier.
Also: Good GOD people are so weird!!!!!!!
So I'm looking through the personals on CL, the m4w and casual encounters. And I'm either completely bored or entirely astounded by what I'm reading. One man wants a model to accompany him on an all-expense paid trip to Vegas...$2000 spending cash, a deluxe suite at the Wynn, first-class air. To me this translates to a night spent locked in his trunk with no money and no Vegas and a bloody a-hole.
Then there's a guy who thinks San Diego whores are too expensive and ugly and he wants a hot chick he can "squeeze, touch, sniff, lick, or insert something into" for $50. Ha.
Another one is frustrated that he posted an ad last week and no one's responded. (It's because there's like 200 guy looking and posting for every chick doing the same, duh.)
And there's the countless quasi-poetic, soulmate seekers...and the guy who says he's a rockstar and doesn't want to deal with going out tonight and that he just wants to get straight to the point already. Classy.
I've posted two of my own and would like to do another, but I suspect I just like the attention, rather than actually finding the man of my dreams. The first time was an honest effort on my part. I went out with like 4 guys. With 2 we were total duds for each other, one I liked as a friend and one got himself drunk at my house so he could sleep over and nearly set fire to my tv so I made him sleep in his fucking car. (Don't try and trick me because it doesn't work.)
Single white female. Fat chick. Sorry, but food is sooo yummy. I'm smart, although I sound downright retarded when I talk when I'm nervous or at all uncomfortable. I have irrational fears of stupid things like drains, clowns, vacuum cleaners and spiders. Water is my favorite thing ever. I'm going to go to school for marine biology and I need a man to support that, preferably someone who's good at math and chemistry and maybe physics to explain it to me, your little brick wall. You should like kids and animals because I do, but you shouldn't be in a hurry to have them. Pregnancy doesn't look like it's any fun at all and a dog is just a kid with fur. And you're going to have to be the cool-headed one when we go to the pet store and they have ducklings for $4 and I want one and say it can live in the bathtub and be a house-duck. (You'll remind me that that's an idiotic idea but later that day you'll come home bearing a little stuffed duckie for me. Aw, you're so sweet!) On the same token, you'll only be mad for a minute if I come home with the cutest puppy/cat/lizard/whatever *ever*. You won't be expected to pay for everything but frequent gifts will be duly noted and immediately appreciated. I love to give gifts as well, and I tend to be thoughtful, if a little corny. You should love the ocean, and should offer to drive us there all the time, because you know I despise looking for a parking spot at the beach. Random hugs and kisses for no reason are expected. I will put up with your bitching if you put up with mine. You should help me keep the house clean. I'll make you my specialties if you make me yours. I'd appreciate frequent massages and I'll be more than happy to reciprocate. If you're annoyed with me you need to tell me and not snap at me. I've had enough of that. If you want me to put up with you, you won't do hard drugs AT ALL. (=anything man-made) Hopefully you'll like art, movies and music, and if you don't like something I like you won't make fun of it before you provide me with a reason for your dislike. I am the Queen of Questions. You MUST like to answer questions. You should also like to ask them. There is nothing more irritating that someone who doesn't care about the why or how. I'm not very touchy-feely, but I'd like to be, so it would be nice if you were. You'd stroke my hair or skin often for the hell of it. You're not clingy though, and you appreciate your space while you sleep as I do, although cuddling is nice sometimes. You don't mind raccoon eyes and floppy flat hair. You're ok with the fact that I actually LIKE to be bored, and at those times you leave me to my own devices and go have your own life. You don't like to fight. You don't need to. You're stunning because you're self-confident and you don't need any facades to make you look cool or tough. You embrace your inner nerd, your inner gardener, your inner child, your inner weakling. Whatever, you're happy with yourself. If you look at me funny when I say odd things, it's out of curiousity, not irritation or disdain. You don't complain about the water bill, even though I take two showers and maybe a bath every day. (Because you're welcome to join me.) You like stupid adventures like my little creek-walk and you'll wait for me while we're on hikes as I stop to study every damn flower we happen upon. You understand that I'm not incredibly social and would rather never go to a dance club, discoteca or hip bar EVER. I prefer the empty dives with a good jukebox and cheap well drinks. You're welcome to go to those noisy, obnoxious places by yourself though. I won't be mad unless I look mad, which is not likely unless you tell me at the last minute and you don't give me a chance to plan something with a friend or something so at least I don't feel as though I'm being left alone with no choice. I hate that. You'll suggest things like museums and whale-watching, and you'll consider my loopy suggestions as well. You'll be sexually adverturous. (But NO buttsecks, EVER. ever ever ever. No. Don't even ask.) You'll entertain my dreams of moving the rest of my family down here (if you like me, you'll like them) and my dream of buying my gramma's house in NorCal back, and of moving to Moorea to live in an overwater bungalow for a year or two. (graduate thesis, doncha know!) You like cartoons. You're really passionate about the stuff you love and could talk about it all night, and I'll listen as long as you do the same for me. Sometimes I just wanna be held. You should be able to intuit this.
*Le sigh* Whatever. Like I said, a Tom Sawyer to my Huckleberry Fin, chaos to my mayhem, etc etc forevever and ever. Ah, men.
Probably more infor than you ever needed about anyone in the universe.