'cause hyde blog'd today

So I might as well let you guys in on a little bit of my life.

I've got a ridiculously intense work load this semester. I can work all day, and do, and still be behind. It's really intense.

Today I had to present for my Developmental Neurobiology test. I had to read a research paper and then present on it for 50 min. It was ridiculous. I showed it to people (my mom, my bro in law) and asked them to read one sentence. Just one.

They couldn't. The whole thing is science'd out to the extreme. Check it out, see if you can understand a sentence of it. Crazy, huh?

Anyway, I just finished that so I don't have to do anything in that class for the rest of the semester except take the tests. F yeah.

But that's only one class. The others are absurd too.

My line up this semester...
Calc, Physics, Physics lab, Physics discussion, Genetics, Genetics discussion, Developmental Neurobiology, Animal Health... 18 credits

Oh check this out. In animal health (its my easy class, so that I can have some kind of relaxation) our professor is a veterinarian. So he brought these videos in the other day and we watched them the whole time (cause the computer was messed up or something).

It was him neutering a cat and a dog. Narrated. The whole procedure from a tail-wagging dog to a testicle-wagging scalpal. It was pretty intense.

Fun fact. The penis is other animals has a bone in it that makes it kinda like it's always erect. Guess what its called? An ospenis. Haha. funny name.

Ospenis.



So the other night I'm in my apartment, its late and I got back sober enough not to pass out instantly but drunk enough to make a ridiculous assortment of sandwiches and such for me and friends.

A little rattle at the door.

Who the hell could that be? I open it up and its my neighbor standing there, looking like he didn't mean to knock on the door.

I can't really tell what he's trying to say, hes not speaking. He's obviously drunk. Wasted. Hammered. His cheeks are rosey but hes cleancut, like he dressed up before he went out somewhat and now gives the appearance of having his act together....somewhat.

Except he doesn't have his act together. He still hasn't said a sentence. I ask him, "hey man, are you locked out?". From the looks of it he is locked out. He looks at me, I look at him, I say, "we have an aero bed you can sleep on". He reaches into his pocket.

He pulls out 4 quarters.

He looks at his hand, then me, then back at his hand. I laugh. I ended up leaving the door open for him, I was tired of trying to figure out what he was saying. Its like being a hampster psychiatrist. You just aren't going to get it to tell you anything significant.

So i wake up to andrew (my roommate) telling me that kenny (the neighbor) is passed out in the hallway, face down on the stairs.

Fast forward the next day I'm leaving the apartment. A nice smelly pile of puke on the stairs.

Good thing he slept on the stairs and not on my couch, i guess.

P.S. it still smells awful, he waited 2 days to clean it.


I'm going to try to post again soon, I've been really busy so I want to apologize to everyone. Only a half apology, though. I'm devoting the other half to justification for why I didn't post.

Hyde, should I still come to seville?