Rat Bites

"Rat bite." That's what Erik calls the fresh gouge that marks where a razor blade shaved off a small chunk of my ear.

Several days ago I had a semi-surprise dermatologist appointment - I was given a two day notice, hence the "semi." The doctor walked in, had me strip down and started marking moles that she "didn't like." Then came the shots and razor. 10 minutes later I was walking out with 5 pieces of me left behind. I didn't expect to become a human pincushion/ biopsy goldmine on a Friday after finishing a busy semester.

But the real highlight of last week was...


TRON! With SARAH! OOH YEAH! It was spectacular on the I-MAX screen. Glowing suits, pretty lights and lovely cinematography. After the dust settled we were ready to leap into the air and have our own rad bike or car warp into existence. And the glowing suits were sexy.

The remake certainly trashes the original Tron. The latter consists of painfully garbled dialogue that begs more questions than answers, a plot line that seems to jump from point A to point H and a Jeff Bridges who is hardly endearing. Honestly, he could have been 'derezzed' and I would have laughed. Laughed and clapped. But then there would have been no Tron: Legacy. Tragic dilemma we find ourselves in. Count your lucky stars, Jeff Bridges. You redeemed yourself this time.

Happy Last Day of Classes!

"I'm going to miss all of you... for a couple of weeks," Professor Stokes said.

Then, pointing out the student with the questions whose answers are always right in front of us, he said, "I'm going to miss you especially. You've made this class... interesting."

With the end of another semester in sight I bring up my new class schedule, check it against the requirements for my major, and GULP. I'm just barely nibbling at the fringes of PDBio. As in, if I were a mouse nibbling at cheese, I'm going to starve at this rate.

Still, I'm set in my decision of sticking with this major - that is, unless I get struck by a flash of inspiration or lightning. Either or.

The end of a semester is also the harbinger of other endings. A dear friend of mine was rejected from the photography program. That was a terrible blow for her, especially since we both know she's gifted. It cut short her dreams of getting into the program here at BYU. But it didn't cut short her ambition.

My friend's disappointment revived my own hunger to get into said program. Photography's my secret pleasure. I've had lofty visions of myself becoming a National Geographic photojournalist. Still, however much people might say, "Go for your dreams," I say in return, "Make sure your dreams are rooted deep in something real."

Like becoming a dancing, 'picture-perfect' doctor.

A Lovely Revelation

"You might be surprised to know that you have tons of viruses coursing through your veins right now."

-Dr. Berges, Molecular Biology 240 lecture.

I can't say I'm fond of being host to little demons floating around in my body. But then, I figure that I'm a parasite of sorts myself - or at least a symbiont. It's theorized that a long time ago our mitochondria were bacteria incorporated by eukaryotes and a beautiful symbiotic relationship was formed.

I like these little tidbits I pick up in class. It's too bad physics doesn't come as easily - it just consistently proves its own concepts wrong in the labs. Just one more semester....

Cheers to a resurrected blog!