Recap: More Untitled

Because I'm not up to coming up with a title, and it's unlikely that I'll say something here, in this post, that's worthy of a title anyway.

And yeah, Lucy, sorry about the extremely mangled post. That was me trying to type something in two minutes while thinking "ohgodohgod I SO did not leave enough time for this." But then again, you've dealt with my story updates during the finals, only those had MS Word as the first line of defense, so perhaps you had to suffer (slightly) less.

As you can see by the decreased updating frequency in this blog, things are really beginning to get interesting here. (I have a group paper due on Friday. It is Thursday, and my group member still hasn't sent me her part yet. I think I'll start panicking now.)On one hand, there will be a whole lot less stuff to do for each class. On the other hand, however, there will be SO much more cramming and exam-related stuff. I'm not sure if they will balance out at the end. Actually, I know they won't.

During my last two days of work I have planted carmines, tore up what could've been periwinkles but also could have been just some random groundcover with light-violet five-petaled flowers; tore up marigolds (actually Donald did that...and hypothesized whether going over the dirt with a flame torch will eliminate the weeds for once and for all), and in the process of all this accidentally dug up some left-over daffodil bulbs (or possibly some other daffodil-type plants). And by digging up I mean "nearly chopped them all into halves with a hoe." We (my coworkers and I) were suppose to throw those away but being me, I took a few home and stuck them in a pot (two pots, in fact) and wondered if they'd grow. They should; now's the right season to plant bulbs.

The mysterious vine that I've accidentally clipped while swabbing the greenhouse have rooted. I wonder where I'll stick them. I also own Kate a succulent plant, having killed hers.

Have successfully weaned Rose of her cage, am now attempting to migrate her litter box to the bathroom. Half a meter at a time. Meanwhile she continues to pounce on the one poor paper crane that I've left out. It's starting to resemble...nothing like a paper crane.

[Edit 19:38]
Oh the emails you get for being a registered plant-bio major:

Hello everyone,

I was wondering if someone had Cesium Chloride-purified Arabidopsis
genomic DNA and would be willing to share half a microgram with me?

Thanks in advance,

Julie

In case you're wondering, this is what Arabidopsis looks like. And that email cracked me up because mainly, I think, it makes me think of those emails I got last year from my dormmates where girls typed things such as "does anyone have a gold-colored handbag that I can borrow for one evening" etc.
This year I get emails asking for plant gene materials.

I must be moving up in the world.