It's so reassuring somehow to hear a 50-something man say "my dad." Aw. 50-something men have daddies too.

Today dr. anatomy was being silly. Or rather, today the silliest dr. anatomy out of the cadre of dr. anatomies who team-teach our anatomy class was teaching. He has a bizarre way of speaking which effectively conveys the material but leaves everyone snickering at him. Anyway. He listed among the major functions of the heart "The heart is the organ of loooooove" and started talking about valentine's day at length before eventually moving on to some histological sections of myocardial tissue. Later he suggested we hold hands and sing a song, but not in class, to better understand how gap junctions work. Er. Yay!

Poor boy has temporarily lost his man-purse, and with it his keys and bus pass and wallet. Or, if we call it his man-sack, which I do but get glared at for, he has been uh.. pursalogically castrated. Fortunately it's not really all that lost and the person who has it will deliver it tonight. I will try very hard not to mention the word decastration at all during this exchange, since I feel my physical safety may be placed in jeopardy if I do, or at the very least I will be challenged to fisticuffs at ten paces. However that would work.

In two hours I am going to an interview to prove that I speak english well enough to be a pharmacist. I am so, so tempted to adopt a fake accent, possibly highland scots klingon, and barely pass, but no, it's probably a BAD idea to fool around with the college of pharmacists.

Thanks to stupid firetrucking biology class, I am almost finished my forever-sweater that is almost two years old. I think tonight I can finish it off, or at least get started on the collar, the very last part. Today in class I didn't learn any biology, since the teacher took 50 minutes to badly explain about 2 sentences from the notes, but I did knit 13 rows and learn about what concerts my neighbours went to on the weekend (one had gotten her arms autographed by her favourite band!).

Ahh, I love academic computing labs. Other than my extremely academic diaryland entry writing, from here I can see a boy reading about Fantasy Football, a girl looking up books on bartending, and another girl writing an email with very bad grammar congratulating someone on joining the honour society she is in. And someone looking intently at a printed out picture of a crab. Hee. I want to be in that class. This weekend boy has been playing impossible creatures and he got to the level where there are lobsters. He made a flying lobster for me, I was SO pleased. Now if only he'd get to the squid level. Although sadly you cannot combine more than two animals at a time, so I will never see what a flying-squid-molerat looks like. Alas!

Alleycat is the best game ever because it says Alas!. I'm just saying.