Mysteries of being Human
1. Why do we sneeze?
2. Where do 'the chills' come from?
3. Since when do little microorganisms think they can invade the well oiled machine that is my body?!?
3a. How do microorganisms make me sneeze?
3b. Where is the internal Lysol?
and one last one: Do microorganisms get 'the chills'?
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
The first test of the Semester
They are a given you know, those first tests. They happen every semester, and they always suck. Not because you don't know the material, because in general you do. It's because you haven't figured out the teacher's testing style yet. I have the practice tests, so I have a general idea. But until I take the test, I will be still sorta in unknown territory. Good thing I get to take it tomorrow morning, right?!?
Tonight I'm not going to work out because I'm feeling a bit ill, and I have this test to actually spend some time studying for. I'll probably go to bed early as well. I don't know though, I hardly ever get into bed before 11, no matter HOW hard I try. It's kinda odd.
Well, enough on that. I think I'm done talking about the test I have tomorrow. It's O-chem, and I'm fairly confident. That's saying enough, I think!
They are a given you know, those first tests. They happen every semester, and they always suck. Not because you don't know the material, because in general you do. It's because you haven't figured out the teacher's testing style yet. I have the practice tests, so I have a general idea. But until I take the test, I will be still sorta in unknown territory. Good thing I get to take it tomorrow morning, right?!?
Tonight I'm not going to work out because I'm feeling a bit ill, and I have this test to actually spend some time studying for. I'll probably go to bed early as well. I don't know though, I hardly ever get into bed before 11, no matter HOW hard I try. It's kinda odd.
Well, enough on that. I think I'm done talking about the test I have tomorrow. It's O-chem, and I'm fairly confident. That's saying enough, I think!
Monday, February 16, 2004
Going a Viking
NO, I do NOT mean the Minnesota Vikings. I would never turn Viking?!? What were you thinking! I mean, I went raiding, that type of a viking. And, next time, I'm gonna bring better raiding tools. Yep. I did my raid of clearance valentines chocolate and plants, and there was not much to be found! I went to target AND to cub foods. No such luck. So, we bought a bag of regular Dove Dark Chocolates, as a consolation prize, and promosed to return with a vengence just after Easter to raid the Easter chocolate. IT was already out on the shelves!!! EEK There are Two whole months before it will even be put into little baskets for the children. The poor chocolate. Maybe I should go eat some now. Or at least buy some Peeps.
NO, I do NOT mean the Minnesota Vikings. I would never turn Viking?!? What were you thinking! I mean, I went raiding, that type of a viking. And, next time, I'm gonna bring better raiding tools. Yep. I did my raid of clearance valentines chocolate and plants, and there was not much to be found! I went to target AND to cub foods. No such luck. So, we bought a bag of regular Dove Dark Chocolates, as a consolation prize, and promosed to return with a vengence just after Easter to raid the Easter chocolate. IT was already out on the shelves!!! EEK There are Two whole months before it will even be put into little baskets for the children. The poor chocolate. Maybe I should go eat some now. Or at least buy some Peeps.
Friday, February 13, 2004
Again with the strange dreams
I wonder if it's something I ate. Or maybe it's because I make a concentrated effort to remember my dreams every day, that I just am getting better at it. Anyway last night's dream was a bit shorter than the last two. It consisted of being in the back of a party place, the place being the town hall we rent for large gatherings. The back room doesn't actually exist, but it was there just the same. The back room reminded me of Sams Club-floor to ceiling food. I was trying to climb up and meet a girl from gradeschool on the top by the chips. It reminds me a bit of that doritos commerical with the climber going for the chips. There was just a lot of talking to people from grade school and trying to find this or that food, to make this or that dish, like we were preparing for a party. I think I was hungry.
I woke up feeling vaguely like there was some other detail, something important, that I had just forgotten. But then, I woke up and my arm was asleep from the elbow down, like it has been for the last while. So maybe I just was wondering if my arm was, in fact, still attached.
I wonder if it's something I ate. Or maybe it's because I make a concentrated effort to remember my dreams every day, that I just am getting better at it. Anyway last night's dream was a bit shorter than the last two. It consisted of being in the back of a party place, the place being the town hall we rent for large gatherings. The back room doesn't actually exist, but it was there just the same. The back room reminded me of Sams Club-floor to ceiling food. I was trying to climb up and meet a girl from gradeschool on the top by the chips. It reminds me a bit of that doritos commerical with the climber going for the chips. There was just a lot of talking to people from grade school and trying to find this or that food, to make this or that dish, like we were preparing for a party. I think I was hungry.
I woke up feeling vaguely like there was some other detail, something important, that I had just forgotten. But then, I woke up and my arm was asleep from the elbow down, like it has been for the last while. So maybe I just was wondering if my arm was, in fact, still attached.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
A Chocolate Valentine for...ME!
I've decided the best thing about Valentine's Day, is really a couple days after...when all the chocolates go on sale. Clearance chocolate. Who could ask for anything more? I think I'll go on a chocolate raid on sunday, or maybe even monday. Chocolate keeps for a very long time in the freezer. Yup, I love chocolate.
Maybe I'll even rescue a few plants from the clearance bins. Unless plants aren't on sale. I don't know, do you buy your sweetheart a plant? They don't die right away like flowers do, but I think flowers are supposed to be more romantic. Funny, something that dies in a week is more romantic than something that lives for a few years, or longer if you remember to give it light and water. Must be Romeo and Juliet Syndrome.
I've decided the best thing about Valentine's Day, is really a couple days after...when all the chocolates go on sale. Clearance chocolate. Who could ask for anything more? I think I'll go on a chocolate raid on sunday, or maybe even monday. Chocolate keeps for a very long time in the freezer. Yup, I love chocolate.
Maybe I'll even rescue a few plants from the clearance bins. Unless plants aren't on sale. I don't know, do you buy your sweetheart a plant? They don't die right away like flowers do, but I think flowers are supposed to be more romantic. Funny, something that dies in a week is more romantic than something that lives for a few years, or longer if you remember to give it light and water. Must be Romeo and Juliet Syndrome.
A basketball will take over the world
Or at least, she will try. Yes, it was a she. A face, though with features not that discernable, a feminine face protruding from the side of a basketball. The baskeball/globe flew. It had powers. There were planes in the sky, above the tall buildings I stood between. The basketball, which had now turned white, all white, even the face, flew above me. It called the planes down upon the buildings the way some mystic mage might call down the lightenings. The planes, mostly of military persuasion, would just stop working, and then come crashing down upon the buildings. There are people running now, for their lives and for their sanity. They are tying to get away from the planes falling from the sky like some mechanical destructive rain. I had the power to stop them though. I stood on a hill, looking over one tall building and up into the sky. I could use my mind to keep the planes from hitting anything close by. They would fall, but they wouldn't fall into my tall buildings. I looked around at my city. It reminded me a bit of one of the cities used in Rogue Squadron -the origional for PC. Maybe from level 4, the rememberence is fleeting and I can't place it now. I looked back up into the sky, and bent my will on the planes. The white basketballed face is glowering at me, no longer laughing. Had I mentioned it was laughing at me before, at my futility to stop it? It laughed no longer. I had the trick of it now, and I was stronger.
The planes have stopped falling from the sky, so now we're going to go skiing. Why not? I like to ski. I'm at the ski hill with my brother, and my cousins, and some friends. We are sitting in the snow at the top of the hill. I can still persuade things to happen, Planes aren't falling, but snow is. The sun is out too. Funny how things happen that way. The runs are groomed well, my skis are gone though, I'm skiing on my feet. I'm going down a really steep run too, and the snow is gone. It's like I've past the snowline. I know I don't have to worry about the almost vertical drop down boulders and over a little stream. I'll make it down to my cousin's minivan alive. I land, and everyone is happy. I've shown my power subtlely. We are driving to a new ski hill now. Just my brother and my cousin and I. There is a driver, he/she is not important but only our way to the new place. We get there, and the runs are impossibly steep, the terrain is impossibly difficult, it's like a mountain-a real mountain- just appeared in the middle of the midwest. Odd? Nope, the answer is we are no longer in the midwest, just somewhere like it. The ski hill is an experimental hill, where they try out new runs and new grooming equipment and styles. We get out of the van and go up the ski lift. We sit at the top, admiring the view, the city in the distance, the very blue sky with no planes falling. Somewhere out there, the white faced basketball is hiding. She has been defeated. I'm going back to the lodge, where I can meet people for dinner. I think we're having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Or at least, she will try. Yes, it was a she. A face, though with features not that discernable, a feminine face protruding from the side of a basketball. The baskeball/globe flew. It had powers. There were planes in the sky, above the tall buildings I stood between. The basketball, which had now turned white, all white, even the face, flew above me. It called the planes down upon the buildings the way some mystic mage might call down the lightenings. The planes, mostly of military persuasion, would just stop working, and then come crashing down upon the buildings. There are people running now, for their lives and for their sanity. They are tying to get away from the planes falling from the sky like some mechanical destructive rain. I had the power to stop them though. I stood on a hill, looking over one tall building and up into the sky. I could use my mind to keep the planes from hitting anything close by. They would fall, but they wouldn't fall into my tall buildings. I looked around at my city. It reminded me a bit of one of the cities used in Rogue Squadron -the origional for PC. Maybe from level 4, the rememberence is fleeting and I can't place it now. I looked back up into the sky, and bent my will on the planes. The white basketballed face is glowering at me, no longer laughing. Had I mentioned it was laughing at me before, at my futility to stop it? It laughed no longer. I had the trick of it now, and I was stronger.
The planes have stopped falling from the sky, so now we're going to go skiing. Why not? I like to ski. I'm at the ski hill with my brother, and my cousins, and some friends. We are sitting in the snow at the top of the hill. I can still persuade things to happen, Planes aren't falling, but snow is. The sun is out too. Funny how things happen that way. The runs are groomed well, my skis are gone though, I'm skiing on my feet. I'm going down a really steep run too, and the snow is gone. It's like I've past the snowline. I know I don't have to worry about the almost vertical drop down boulders and over a little stream. I'll make it down to my cousin's minivan alive. I land, and everyone is happy. I've shown my power subtlely. We are driving to a new ski hill now. Just my brother and my cousin and I. There is a driver, he/she is not important but only our way to the new place. We get there, and the runs are impossibly steep, the terrain is impossibly difficult, it's like a mountain-a real mountain- just appeared in the middle of the midwest. Odd? Nope, the answer is we are no longer in the midwest, just somewhere like it. The ski hill is an experimental hill, where they try out new runs and new grooming equipment and styles. We get out of the van and go up the ski lift. We sit at the top, admiring the view, the city in the distance, the very blue sky with no planes falling. Somewhere out there, the white faced basketball is hiding. She has been defeated. I'm going back to the lodge, where I can meet people for dinner. I think we're having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Monday, February 09, 2004
Dreams Are Silly Things
So, I go to bed last night, and my eyes hurt. I have a cloth over them, you know one that is cold to take out the swelling. The power goes out, then back on. I sit up, take the cloth off my eyes, and reset my clock. Too bad I set the alarm clock as the time. But, I don't use it as an alarm anyway. That's what my cell phone is for. I didn't realize this during the night however. So. I wake up and look at said clock,and it says 6:00. Not so much, that was abotu and hour and a half off. I remember thinking I didn't have all that much sleep time left. I was wrong. Strange night, huh. The dreams were even stranger.....
Setting one, kitchen...vaguely my apartment, but with a seperate dining room. I'm in the dining room at the table, eating something. Talking to people. I notice my grittle (do I own one???) is still on. I go to see what is up. I see chicken being cooked. Brett Favre (what is he doing here?!?) is there, with a cute apron on, cooking chicken and other things on the grittle in the kitchen. The chicken is herb covered, or something. He finishes cooking, turns off the grittle, and sets two chicken breasts beside the grittle for me. "I'm done here, you can eat those" He says. "Don't you want any?" I reply. No answer, he walks out the door, which wasn't there before, and leaves.
New setting, I'm at home in green bay, talking to Katie. Asking for directions to her place in Eau Claire. (She lives in EC now...no she doesn't. Ok, so maybe she just has a Cottage there...COTTAGE!?!) So, She gives me some directions, I think about them, but don't write them down. I'm back in Minneapolis, and I'll meet her in EC.
So I'm in Minneapolis, and Brett Favre is back (why is he still here?) It's my house, I know this (and I'm not thinking this is a dream...yet), yet it has two beds in the bedroom, like you would find in a hotel. He's sitting on one, actually, kinda laying on his stomach. I'm sitting on the other. We are facing eachother. He has a portfolio in his hand. You know, the kind you can flip open that has the pad of paper inside. He has it open. There is a bunch of stuff written on the paper, but not line per line. There are doodles, words underlined, a sentence diagonally. He's talking to me. Hesitant about something. He stops and starts, occasionally writing something down left handed (why is he writing left handed, I've seen him throw a ball right handed. I think something is wrong. ((I'm beginning to think I'm dreaming)) Still, I can tell he has issues, so I let him talk.) I listen to what he says, offer him advice. He looks young, like the pictures of when he first came to the packers, like he's a rookie, like we went to school together. (I don't remember what he said, but we talked for a while, and then the scene suddenly switches...I remember the taste of the chicken he made me, it was really good.)
I'm driving, and talking to Katie on the phone. I'm getting directions to her place in EC again, because apparently I don't remember what I didn't write down. She tells me to turn on this street, go one block go left. Go right down another street ((I can't remember the names right now, but she was giving me specific street names)). I turn down the street she tells me too, and keep driving. I ask her when I am going to meet her. She pauses, and then says " I haven't left Green Bay yet." I stop to think about that (but keep driving, I'm using my headset). So, you won't be here for at least four hours?" I reply. "Yup" she says. I change my mind on where I want to go. "Tell me how to get to the library and the mall." I respond. She tells me. I have faith in my memory this time (after all, I'm not going to be interupted by Mr. Favre) so I hang up and drive. I have my window down (do I have a convertable? My car isn't the saturn, it's some sporty thing, and it's a manual) I drive past Lake Michigan, practically on the beach on this street. It's cold, I don't know why my window is down, but I leave it down. I can smell the water. (Why is Lake Michigan in EC now?) I drove to the library, and turned off the car.
I am in front of the library, a white building, with old fashioned siding. Looks kinda like an old fashioned church put to a different use. I imagine inside will be floor to ceiling books on the old fashioned style bookshelves. Problem...the library is closed. I put something (what is it?) into one of those storage lockers with the little removable keys you see at places like a ski lodge. I took the key, and went to the mall.
I'm in the mall. I go to Victoria's secret, and look at things that I saw on a website. I find things I like. Satin robes and the like, and try them on. I get the opinion of people. I make a purchase. Brett Favre is back. (why does he keep showing up?) We go back outside. I get in my car, he pulls away in his little green coupe with a sunroof. It's kermit green. That is the color we decide on.
I call Katie, and get the directions to her place again. I meet her there. I hear my alarm...(why is there an alarm, where am I supposed to be now) I fade into wakefullness.
So there you have it, all the bits of my dream. It mkaes no sense to me, just a bunch of randomness. But, the chicken was good. I woke up thinking mostely of the chicken, and could still taste it. Yum. (I had chicken for dinner, but it just wasn't the same)
So, I go to bed last night, and my eyes hurt. I have a cloth over them, you know one that is cold to take out the swelling. The power goes out, then back on. I sit up, take the cloth off my eyes, and reset my clock. Too bad I set the alarm clock as the time. But, I don't use it as an alarm anyway. That's what my cell phone is for. I didn't realize this during the night however. So. I wake up and look at said clock,and it says 6:00. Not so much, that was abotu and hour and a half off. I remember thinking I didn't have all that much sleep time left. I was wrong. Strange night, huh. The dreams were even stranger.....
Setting one, kitchen...vaguely my apartment, but with a seperate dining room. I'm in the dining room at the table, eating something. Talking to people. I notice my grittle (do I own one???) is still on. I go to see what is up. I see chicken being cooked. Brett Favre (what is he doing here?!?) is there, with a cute apron on, cooking chicken and other things on the grittle in the kitchen. The chicken is herb covered, or something. He finishes cooking, turns off the grittle, and sets two chicken breasts beside the grittle for me. "I'm done here, you can eat those" He says. "Don't you want any?" I reply. No answer, he walks out the door, which wasn't there before, and leaves.
New setting, I'm at home in green bay, talking to Katie. Asking for directions to her place in Eau Claire. (She lives in EC now...no she doesn't. Ok, so maybe she just has a Cottage there...COTTAGE!?!) So, She gives me some directions, I think about them, but don't write them down. I'm back in Minneapolis, and I'll meet her in EC.
So I'm in Minneapolis, and Brett Favre is back (why is he still here?) It's my house, I know this (and I'm not thinking this is a dream...yet), yet it has two beds in the bedroom, like you would find in a hotel. He's sitting on one, actually, kinda laying on his stomach. I'm sitting on the other. We are facing eachother. He has a portfolio in his hand. You know, the kind you can flip open that has the pad of paper inside. He has it open. There is a bunch of stuff written on the paper, but not line per line. There are doodles, words underlined, a sentence diagonally. He's talking to me. Hesitant about something. He stops and starts, occasionally writing something down left handed (why is he writing left handed, I've seen him throw a ball right handed. I think something is wrong. ((I'm beginning to think I'm dreaming)) Still, I can tell he has issues, so I let him talk.) I listen to what he says, offer him advice. He looks young, like the pictures of when he first came to the packers, like he's a rookie, like we went to school together. (I don't remember what he said, but we talked for a while, and then the scene suddenly switches...I remember the taste of the chicken he made me, it was really good.)
I'm driving, and talking to Katie on the phone. I'm getting directions to her place in EC again, because apparently I don't remember what I didn't write down. She tells me to turn on this street, go one block go left. Go right down another street ((I can't remember the names right now, but she was giving me specific street names)). I turn down the street she tells me too, and keep driving. I ask her when I am going to meet her. She pauses, and then says " I haven't left Green Bay yet." I stop to think about that (but keep driving, I'm using my headset). So, you won't be here for at least four hours?" I reply. "Yup" she says. I change my mind on where I want to go. "Tell me how to get to the library and the mall." I respond. She tells me. I have faith in my memory this time (after all, I'm not going to be interupted by Mr. Favre) so I hang up and drive. I have my window down (do I have a convertable? My car isn't the saturn, it's some sporty thing, and it's a manual) I drive past Lake Michigan, practically on the beach on this street. It's cold, I don't know why my window is down, but I leave it down. I can smell the water. (Why is Lake Michigan in EC now?) I drove to the library, and turned off the car.
I am in front of the library, a white building, with old fashioned siding. Looks kinda like an old fashioned church put to a different use. I imagine inside will be floor to ceiling books on the old fashioned style bookshelves. Problem...the library is closed. I put something (what is it?) into one of those storage lockers with the little removable keys you see at places like a ski lodge. I took the key, and went to the mall.
I'm in the mall. I go to Victoria's secret, and look at things that I saw on a website. I find things I like. Satin robes and the like, and try them on. I get the opinion of people. I make a purchase. Brett Favre is back. (why does he keep showing up?) We go back outside. I get in my car, he pulls away in his little green coupe with a sunroof. It's kermit green. That is the color we decide on.
I call Katie, and get the directions to her place again. I meet her there. I hear my alarm...(why is there an alarm, where am I supposed to be now) I fade into wakefullness.
So there you have it, all the bits of my dream. It mkaes no sense to me, just a bunch of randomness. But, the chicken was good. I woke up thinking mostely of the chicken, and could still taste it. Yum. (I had chicken for dinner, but it just wasn't the same)
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Ouch...um...ouch.
I did it again today! No, I didn't fall down rollerblading, or ice skating, or slide down a wall climbing. Today, I ran. Yup. I ran/walked over 3.5 miles. First I warmed up on the eliptical runner for 1.5 + miles. Then I walked .25 miles, then ran 1.5 then walked .25 for a total of 2 miles on the treadmill. This is the second week in a row of Tuesday Cario, and of going 3.5 miles. I also bench press, and do sit-ups.
So, I'm not sore today, but you can bet tomorrow will bring a whole different tale. Last week I climbed Wed. night and then went dancing at GZ on Thursday to ease the pain. I'm climbing tomorrow, but I think I'll have to throw in more cardio on Thursday to keep it up.
If I keep it up, I might even allow myself in public in a bikini. That would be something new and different :P
I did it again today! No, I didn't fall down rollerblading, or ice skating, or slide down a wall climbing. Today, I ran. Yup. I ran/walked over 3.5 miles. First I warmed up on the eliptical runner for 1.5 + miles. Then I walked .25 miles, then ran 1.5 then walked .25 for a total of 2 miles on the treadmill. This is the second week in a row of Tuesday Cario, and of going 3.5 miles. I also bench press, and do sit-ups.
So, I'm not sore today, but you can bet tomorrow will bring a whole different tale. Last week I climbed Wed. night and then went dancing at GZ on Thursday to ease the pain. I'm climbing tomorrow, but I think I'll have to throw in more cardio on Thursday to keep it up.
If I keep it up, I might even allow myself in public in a bikini. That would be something new and different :P
