And I haven't begun my Christmas shopping yet. But don't worry, I work well under pressure. I won't be done with finals until the 20th, so I'll have to do all my shopping the 20th to the 23rd, since I have tons of family stuff going on the 24th and 25th.
Christmas is my favorite holiday. Not only to you get to be happy because people give you stuff, but you get to be even happier because you get to give others stuff as well. Everyone's a winner on Christmas.
I'm in a surprisingly good mood after a long and strenuous day of volunteering at a local hospital and attempting to finish my medical school applications (yes, the ones that should have been completed weeks, nay, months ago). And to make this situation more awful than it already is, one of the people writing me a letter of recommendation has not replied to any of my over 8 emails in the past seven weeks, and also lacks a voicemail so I can't leave them messages when I call. So even though life has completely owned me, I am surprisingly happy.
That probably has to do with a few things, including my aunt giving me food, a ride home and $50 for no better reason than that I'm a poor college student, and also that when I finished some chores in my room, I went to visit my boyfriend and he gave me a big hug and taught me some new words in Mandarin. So all in all, everything's not so bad.
I was thinking about posting one of the short stories I've written on here. I might do that later tonight, or I might do it another time. But I think I'll do it. That way, if anyone ever reads this blog, there'll be a gripping story for people to read.
Biology fact of the day--Some animals have oosiks. Don't know what an oosik is? Well, you're in for a treat. Here's a poem a professor gave my class about the oosik:
Strange things have been done in the Midnight Sun,
and the story books are full---
But the strangest tale concerns the male,
magnificent walrus bull!
I know it's rude, quite common and crude,
Perhaps it is grossly unkind;
But with first glance at least, this bewhiskered beast,
is as ugly in front as behind.
Look once again, take a second look -- then
you'll see he's not ugly or vile --
There's a hint of a grin, in that blubbery chin --
and the eyes have a shy secret smile.
How can this be, this clandestine glee
that exudes from the walrus like music?
He knows, there inside, beneath blubber and hide
lies a splendid contrivance -- the Oosik!
"Oosik" you say -- and quite well you may,
I'll explain if you keep it between us;
In the simplest truth, though rather uncouth
"Oosik" is, in fact, his penis!
Now the size alone of this walrus bone,
would indeed arouse envious thinking --
It is also a fact, documented and backed,
There is never a softening or shrinking!
This, then, is why the smile is so sly,
the walrus is rightfully proud.
Though the climate is frigid, the walrus is rigid,
Pray, why, is not man so endowed?
Added to this, is a smile you might miss ---
Though the bull is entitled to bow --
The one to out-smile our bull by a mile
is the satisfied walrus cow!
So, in case your brain is constipated today, an oosik is a bone that some mammals have in their penis. It's also called a baculum or an os penis. Pretty nifty, eh?
Well, I'm probably going to watch Wanted in a few minutes. It's that ridiculous movie with Angelina Jolie curving bullets and killing people. Actually, I have no right to call it ridiculous, since I've never seen it.
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