Tuesday, September 27, 2005

"Never for a second did I think of myself as the sexiest guy in the world. When I was a kid, I thought I was the strongest man in the world. Then, the fastest runner and then the smartest person in the world. One by one my delusions got shut down. Now I just see myself as the lamest guy in the world." -Jack Black

Friday, September 23, 2005

Describe the signal transduction pathway of a T4 molecule within its target cell.

Physiology is "phun."

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Spoorloos.

Ali and watched a creepy Dutch movie last night.
Little violence. No blood. Mild language.
DANG FREAKY!

All I can say is don't ever get in to a stranger's car, even if he has a picture of his family lying conveniently in eye sight, because, ultimately, HE'S GOING TO END UP GETTING YOU!

Seriously, check it out though.


Tuesday, September 13, 2005

The U is Cuul...er...cool.

This is my first semester going to a university that actually has somewhat of an American college atmosphere. You know...like the kind in movies. Kids are actually allowed to ride skateboards, smoke freely, tote coffee and actually drink it... all while on campus. There are actual fraternities. With no dress code, warmer weather revealed more skin than an afternoon of watching MTV. There's even unabashed talk of drinking at actual bars and getting drunk. I mean, we're not talkin' Animal House by any means but it certainly ain't no BYU.
And, it's kinda interesting for now...

Friday, September 09, 2005

Public Transportation Stinks! (literally)

I ride the bus to and from school for a total of 2 hours a day and I see a lot of crazy characters then. But they don't bother me as much as the SMELL does! In my two weeks of commuting, I've experienced a variety of odors, each different and distinct from the other, but ultimately just as nasty. Cat odors, motor oil odors, cat-rolled-in-motor-oil odor, b.o., sweat odor, sweaty perfume odor, stale cigarette smoke odor, fat sweaty person odor, old people smells, halitosis, and more, assault my senses whenever I board. It's almost a game I play, trying to distinguish and label the plethora of stenches embedded in the seats or floating in the air-- a game I always lose, however.
Don't get me wrong, riding the bus saves me a lot of money; I've just gotta invest in some nose plugs.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

So here I am looking older all the time, growing older all the time, feeling younger in my mind. Superman - Goldfinger


"You look like a dad."
"Like my dad?"

"No, just a dad."
"What are you trying to say?"

"You don't look like 2nd ward Ryan anymore."
"Oh...I'm only 26."

"I know."


Shoot! I can't stay 21 forever.
I guess it's time to sport the flame shoes and the mini-male mohawk again.
Either that or consign myself to the fact that I really am in the 25 - 30 bracket and start tucking my shirts in whilst wearing loafers.