on biology

Sometimes I stare into the mirror and try to count my freckles. I'm nearly certain that (at a rate of one per year or so) they are increasing... however I could be mistaken and it could just be pen stains. (Yes, I wash my face frequently... but I also have acquired the bad habit of chewing on my writing utensils. I noticed this only after I offered to lend someone a pencil and they refused with a horrified stare... causing me to realise that said pencil was currently in my mouth. Whoops.)

Having more freckles is actually comforting, not only because it means I am getting vitamin D (or so I tell myself- I'm no longer taking biology and so try not to trouble my pretty little head with such conundrums) but because it means that, in some intangible way, I am evolving. It's nice to know that my body manages to do things without my conscious self sometimes (although I must say, dreaming three times about The Office last night was not a conscious decision either. That seems to border on obsession... what other things am I thinking about without even noticing? SCARY) because it seems that, in general, I am inclined to think too much.

...speaking of: did you know that the tobacco plant has different reactions depending on what predator lands on it? Sometimes it's poisonous. Sometimes it's spiky. Basically, its leaves... have brains. Am I the only one scared by this? Everyone's worried about the zombie apocalypse- I think I'll fear take-over by plants.

But to return to talking about myself (because we all know that's my favourite subject... actually that's a lie. My favourite subject is literature. However, are my favourite books only a reflection of myself?... #TooComplicated #TimeForANap)... I still haven't decided on a university.

-hides behind the sofa-

Yes. Despite having recieved my offer in DECEMBER, I have yet to decide which program to choose. (At this point, I'm actually hoping for that tobacco plant apocalypse so that I don't have to make a decision. Or I might just draw it out of a hat- that would be far more productive!)

Yeah, so... that's that. Another example of indecisiveness: I've been thinking about making popcorn all week and I have yet to do so because plugging in my air-popcorn maker just seems like too much work...

DECISION TIME: I'm going to go make popcorn- all that's prevented me from doing so before now is the fact that it is downstairs and I am not, and no one has yet invented a teleportation machine. (I am 100% certain that, if such a thing did exist, it would be used primarily to get food.)

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Happy Sunday, blog ninjas! (If you've gotten all the way to here, let me award you some honorary popcorn.)

the ghosts of baby chicks

Dissections. I think we can all agree that the initial reaction is ‘ew!!!’. (Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe some people get super excited at the thought. If that’s the case, I’ll just back away slowly, smiling and waving.) Why am I mentioning this? Because I’m currently escaping from one. 

Yes, it’s biology class… and the rest of the students are breaking open eggs and cutting open baby chicks. (Let that sink in for a second.) There are no words to describe how repulsed I am right now… I don’t even want to think about it. Dissections + baby chicks + vegetarian Zia= passed-out Zia.

However, biology can still impart useful life skills for those of us who are not destined to become doctors or taxidermists. Here are a couple of things I’ve learnt (just to show you that I don’t usually skip it…):

• Anatomical artist= drawing on hot naked guys. (Seriously. We watched a video about this.)
• The ship Charles Darwin traveled on was called the Beagle. (So this isn’t exactly useful, but my teacher told us that this would be the one thing we’d remember from that lesson. It might be self-fulfilling prophecy, but three weeks later, I realized she was right.)
• Random reproduction is good for species. (That’s what bars are for!)
• If you give cough medicine to a smoker, they might drown in their own mucus. (Smoking is bad, people!)
• Bathroom hand driers are COVERED in bacteria. (It's kinda sad... you just washed your hands, and then as soon as you press the drier button they're filthy again. However, please don't use this as a reason not to wash!)

 And… that’s about it. (However, I do like it better than physics… that’s not hard. Wait, maybe not… I think the ghosts of baby chicks are going to haunt me forever, despite the fact that I didn’t actually cut any up.)  What are some lessons you’ve learnt from biology?