desks

This is for all the short people out there:

I really hate school desks. You know the ones with the basket underneath and the tiny ineffectual little table top. The ones you slouched and napped in during high school. Yeah those.  Not only are they impossible to take a test on, but they are also extremely uncomfortable. Not to mention, they suddenly decided to make them without the basket thingy, which means you can't even prop up your feet on the basket in front of yours. Instead my feet just dangle there aimlessly. I can't even cross my legs because only my toes reach the floor. Usually I end up sitting cross legged or half cross legged but that makes my feet fall asleep. I know it sounds like a silly problem. I should just suck it up right? Stop complaining? Well I do. For six hours a day. Mostly. Really I just wanted to raise awareness about this problem. Maybe start a support group. We could invite the ridiculously tall people too whose legs can't even fit under the desk. That one sucks too. Come on people, let's celebrate abnormality! 

And now because that was one of the least engaging blog posts ever written

here's some fun videos to watch:

morbid facts of life

Today I noticed that the majority of my classes are heavy on the dark undertones. 

Zooarchaeology: bones of once cute animals

Shakespeare: tragedies in which everyone dies

American novel: blahblahblah Holocaust blahblahblah Atomic Bomb

Nomadic Strategies: how to destroy the world, aka global warming

See what I mean?

I'm not really sure what that says about me 

(probably something just as foreboding)

but I thought I'd share my more favorite 
slightly distasteful facts of the day. 

1.  In the David Tennant (post Doctor Who) production of Hamlet, the skull from a real person was used for the line: "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio" in act five. No joke. Apparently some crazy pianist actually bequeathed his skull, and just his skull, to the Royal Shakespeare Company, specifically for use in Act 5 of Hamlet. David Tennant was the only Hamlet ballsy enough to use it so far. 


2. Not only does the opossum, of the order Didelphimorphia, have an extra bone known as the epipubic bone, but it also has a forked penis. 

3. This Pre-Raphaelite painting which is based on Ophelia's death in Hamlet was painted by Millais. To get the appearance of clothes floating in water he made the model, Elizabeth Siddal, lay fully clothed in a bathtub in the middle of winter. She got pneumonia and ten days later died (according to my professor, but according to Wikipedia she actually died like 4 years later). Such is art.  Her husband was Rossetti and apparently he was so wrought with grief by her death that he buried all the poems he wrote about her with her in her grave. Then a few years later he wanted the poems again so he dug up her grave to retrieve them as well as a lock of her hair which was apparently still red. Romantic? The jury's still out on that one...

my weekend

While my weekend mostly

consisted of lots of homework

there was a little bit of...

delicious food

(ohmygoshIlovecheesesomuch)

and drinks

(maybe not the only thing in my cup...)

 and fun times with friends

(yes I actually do have a few)

On a slightly more tragic note 

we also got to see the 9/11 

memorial at art hill in forest park.

It was a beautiful memorial. That being said I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. There was a flag for each person, but when you look at the sea of flags you don't see particular people.It gave me this urge to find out about each and every one of them.To know what they loved to do.Who they loved and who loved them.To know their story.But at the same time even if each person's story was told it would still just be one story of many. I think maybe that's the most tragic part of mass deaths, not the death itself, but the loss of individuality. Regardless, my thoughts go out to all the families. And I just hope they know that though I may not know the story of their loved one, I know that their loved one had a story to tell.