The girls and I had a good time last night. We waited for almost an hour to get into the restaurant because it’s one of the few places around town where you can get a good meal cheap. We ordered a bloomin’ onion as an appetizer and I am about to find out how those things do after reheating them in the oven. We came back to my place and watched Freeway, which, if you’ve never seen it, is a funny + gory movie involving a twisted Little Red Riding Hood tale, Reese Witherspoon pre-Legally Blond (and she kicks ass), and Kiefer Sutherland in a role that will make you look at him differently when you watch 24. I’d seen it once before at my parents’ when my dad recommended it to me; I should add that to my favorite movie list, actually.

Ha, I got some petty revenge yesterday unintentionally. You may know that the relationship I had before Todd didn’t end well, and while I’m not particularly bitter about it anymore, I still don’t have a warm place in my heart for my ex. Yesterday, I had to run over to Todd’s for a minute and, as is customary with me and his friends, I didn’t knock before entering. When I opened the door, it suddenly stopped. I was confused until I heard, “Motherfucker!” coming from the other side. I realized I had hit someone and peeked around to see my ex, who is one of Todd’s friends, clutching his nose. I apologized and ensured he was okay, but I did have a chuckle about it later when I got outside. I guess I’m just spiteful like that.

If you use WordPress, do you ever pay attention to the timestamp on your posts? I’ve noticed a couple of times that it’s set to 1 hour behind my time, even though I have the correct offset amount (-5 for Eastern) in my settings. I had never checked to see if the post itself, when it got published, had the right time, for some reason, when the editor screen showed an earlier time. I just checked and, yep, all my posts have been saying they were posted an hour before when they were. I just adjusted the settings to have -4, and it shows my actual time. I have to wonder if that’s not some kind of bug, because I know -5 is the Eastern Time Zone offset. Maybe because WordPress is using UTC time and other places use GMT? I don’t know.

Yesterday, I was in Dr. Jaromczyk’s lab and he had a gift to give to me: I had been mentoring a high school senior this semester, helping him with a project involving CSS, and he had left a gift and a card behind for me. I was quite surprised because I hadn’t expected anything. When I unwrapped the gift, I saw a floral-patterned box and though, “Oh, he got me some stationary, that’s nice,” but then I saw “Old Kentucky Candies, Inc.” and got excited. He got me a little box of very pretty, and tasty, chocolates. He got one for the grad student that had been helping him, too, and I imagine one for Dr. J as well. I wish polite high school boys had been around when I was in school! I was rather touched.

And now, for no reason at all, here is a list of funny things I’ve seen around campus:

1. A guy I passed while I was going into biology had a shirt on that said, “We found them, weapons of mass destruction,” and it had two little arrows pointing up and to the sides, directed at his arms.
2. This is one of Todd’s: itty bitty girls carrying huge golf umbrellas. There are a few wind tunnels around campus, particularly next to Patterson Office Tower, and normal people without umbrellas might feel a little lift-off there, so I don’t see how these tiny girls with their giant umbrellas don’t just turn into Mary Poppins.
3. Another guy I passed was wearing a t-shirt that said “Chicks dig giant robots,” with a little drawing of a fierce-looking robot. Why is it that guys always have the funniest shirts?
4. This isn’t one I saw myself but it was told to me by my biology professor during class. He’s a kooky guy anyway, so I totally believe this of him. Apparently, the penises of opossums and other marsupials are split down the middle and branch off to either side. My professor didn’t have a good photo of such a thing, so, when he found a ‘possum on the side of the road (that is, roadkill), he wanted to get a photo of its junk. However, he couldn’t just roll it over and snap the photo, because that wouldn’t show off to great detail the bifurcation of the penis. So, my professor tries to spread the penis tips apart but it kept going back together. He told us that he eventually gave up because he didn’t want people to think he was a perv, though I have to wonder if that wouldn’t already be the consensus–if you saw a guy messing with some dead animal’s crotch on the side of the road, what would you think? But we got to see the lovely photo of the mostly-intact opossum, and its goods, on a huge slide in class.