Friday, November 08, 2002
Greetings once again.
Today in Bio we got to play with fruit flies! It was incredible! The very first lab I've ever done with live animals! I was so excited. The fruit flies were tiny, and we had all kinds... some were the normal 'wild' type (red eyes and big wings), some had vestigial wings, some had white eyes, and some had sepia eyes. The females had stripey bums and the males had black bums.
They were in big tubes, and we had to look at them under the microscope, so we had to put them to sleep. This involved sticking something rather like a one-sided Q-tip into some foul-smelling liquid, and then shoving this implement into the fly tubes. It put them to sleep. They weren't dead, just sleeping. Then we tipped them out of their tubes into a little tray so we could see them under the microscope.
I had fruit flies with white eyes and normal wings.
When we were done looking at them we had to make them a new home (that being a new tube with fresh fly food in it... the food was a bright blue mass of an indeterminate substance). Then we had to get the flies into the tube, but we had to hold the tube sideways so that the flies wouldn't all fall into their food at the bottom, because if they did, they would never leave it. This is what our teacher told us.
So we did that, but it was really hard to transfer tiny flies from a round dish into a horizontally held tube. As a result, I think that we accidently let a few flies out. So now there are some wild fruit flies running around the school, ready to start breeding an enormous colony somewhere in the ventilation system. Oops.
But I don't think anyone can complain that much. After all, there was a hornet's nest in the gym. Maura got stung by one. Then they must have fumigated the gym or somesuchathing, because the next time we were in there we saw dead hornets all over the floor. Delicious.
I have a cold. I hate colds. I hate being sick. I hate it. I hate being stuffed up, I hate being drippy, I hate tissues and I hate medication that knocks you out. As I was knocked out in math class today. I was out cold, fast asleep. It was horrific. Catdamned illnesses.
My Powderpuff name is now officially Holy Cats! With the exclamation mark. Of course. My number is 62, because that is the number of my own personal element. You know.
Powderpuff is an incredible time. I get to hit people all practice long, and no one yells at me. They encourage it! I am right offensive guard, you see. A most glorious position. It involves a lot of hitting and not so much thinking. At our practices we are scrimaging against each other (since playing another team is quite illegal), and the offense is getting really quite angered at the defense. Well, certain players. But you know. Anyways, if we're getting that into it against our own team, just imagine how insane we're going to be against Marblehead. Our dire enemies. Blood will flow freely. At least, I hope so. It will make the game just that much more interesting. I, for my part, will not be at all unhappy if I manage to flatten a few of their players.
So, good times with football.
Speaking of football, I am wildly excited for the Lions/Patriots game this Thanksgiving! Drooling with sheer joy.
I dislike Eminem. Yes, I do.
Well, I must go blow my nose. Catdamned nose. But I am at its beck and call.