RAWR PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE BLOGGING.

Dear dudes,

As an educated and moderately intelligent person, I am not impressed by lack of punctuation and capitalization in emails, texts, or any other form of written communication. I also do not deal well with "chatspeak," so you can stop that shit right now.

Also, if you say that you're going to ask me out for another date, a month is not an acceptable lag time. If you weren't interested in having a second date, you should have A) not mentioned a second date, or B) not been chickenshit and said that you weren't interested. And while I realize that I, as an independent woman, could have called you, YOU made the offer, therefore YOU do the calling and planning.

If you follow the suggestions above, I may elevate you from "dude" to "man" status.

Hoping your day is full of sunshine and rainbows,

Katy

Slightly ridiculous. Entirely amusing.

I, along with many of my other classmates, have noticed a few odd things that professors say during lectures. For example, our gross anatomy professor has dropped gems like "Whack it with a broom," and "to slow down a rat, break it's clavicle."

And then there was this during histology:

The professors do not have a monopoly on silliness, however. Here are a few of the things that have been posted on our class Facebook wall:

(The dude on the left is our histo prof.)

And my personal favorite with the comments that followed:

And that is why I love my vet school class.

I think my brain is full.

Hey folks! I promise that I have not been sucked into a black hole or replaced by a plastic replica of myself.

At least not since the last time I checked. Someone get me a sonic screwdriver (I just nerded all OVER).

Lately my brain has been taken over by muscle attachments and what hormones use cAMP vs. DAG/IP3 as second messengers, so I haven't really come up with anything interesting or clever to write.

Here's a list of things I could potentially write about but lack the brainpower to develop into a cohesive post:

1. Swing dancing: I still can't follow.
2. Cooking: I think I love chickpeas.
3. Housekeeping: There are carpet tumbleweeds EVERYWHERE.
4. Falling off my bike: My advice is to make sure you secure your plastic bag seat cover prior to riding lest it fly in your face.
5. Vlogbrothers: I have subscribed to two channels that have no videos uploaded... yet.
6. Lab practical: Screw you, horse leg.
7. Midterms: Halfway there.

 And to continue the theme of non-organization, here are the picture that were just transferred to my computer from my phone.

Hormones.

Illustration from my large animal anatomy book. Because there are eyes on horse penises.

WHAT IS THIS THING?!

I think I was trying to find a template for my piranha plant headpiece. Or I was trying to determine the correct serving plate for a human head.

Yup. Hang out with these guys voluntarily.

Marketing people: clever naming of products works!

So fluffy. And totally gassing up my couch.

Ghiradelli endorses marshmallow usage with their hot chocolate, even if it is akin to putting ketchup on filet mignon.