First class this morning was Bio, we're doing this creepy lab where we put DNA from ampicillin resistant and lactose regulation bacteria into EColi, and it's growing in this freaky little incubator thing. The lab was really complicated, we had about 20 different mini-test tubes all different colors and labels, and we were micro-pipeting like crazy, but we were behind the other group, and Mr. C was... Well, he just was. I was like, "Which tube? Oh no, wait, can you say that again? I'm superuber confused, sorry..." and he was not in a good mood. He's acting like he's really mad...
I was so close to crying, and even closer to fucking up the random DNAness, but sometimes you have to say to yourself, "This pipet is a punk," and throw it out the nearest window. Which is what I did, obviously.
I'm starting to think I'm narcoleptic or something, because now I'm dreaming up endings to situations in my own life, not just the endings to movies.
(Sigh.)
On top of it all, I have a bunch of projects due tomorrow, and everyone failed the Math test so we all have to retake it on Friday during lunch. I am like, this close to going all secret agent on my life. I'm even working on a theme song...

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