I'd write it all

My days tend to have trends. Yesterday was bleeding. Honestly, I bleed three times. First, my lip bled at a slight brush. I believe I was in the process of applying facial lotion; I had worked my way from my cheeks to my chin, which caused a slight disruption on the surface of my lower lip. At this point, I was startled to find my reflection accumulating a large red bubble. I might have freaked out a little bit. I called Jules once and Carolyn twice as I knew they both had experience with chapstick and the like. Soon after, the bleeding ceased, and I regained my composure. I did a little research and determined that the best solution would be a chapstick for a while.
Next, I was in the piano room with Carolyn. We started messing around singing tenor and bass. BAM! Blood. Gross! Who gets bloody noses from singing? I mean, the last two times I got a bloody nose I had, what I believe to be, legitimate excuses - blunt trauma. Since when is singing traumatic? (Don't answer...)
Finally, Jules and I thought it'd be cool to design our own shoes. The conflict? Canvas is hecka thick. As I attempted my first stitch, I stabbed myself with the backside of the needle. I thought needles only had one pointy end.
I feel fragile. Don't touch me; I might cootie-fy you with my antigen-abundant erythrocytes.
Today my theme is disruptions.
This morning I had a hard time waking up. I'm pretty sure my roommate has good reason to dislike me now. I set Bob for 7:57, but kept snoozing. I do believe my roommate complained. I turned it off. At 9:30, my phone rang. At this point, I figured I missed my class and Ruthie was calling to ask why.

"Hello?"
'This is a telemarketing...blah blah blah....local newspaper-"

/sigh

Who reads the local paper?

I checked my cellphone, and it was definitely on vibrate. Weird...did I imagine the whole thing? I didn't really mind as long as I still made it to class in time for the quiz.
Flash forward; I'm sitting in physiology. We have a sub who's teaching about the cardiovascular system so I'm guiltlessly listening to my ipod with one ear. Suddenly I hear a familiar tune, but I hear it in with my free ear. For once in my life, I didn't silence my cellphone, and I definitely didn't put it in it's correct spot either. I picked up and hung up. I figured then if it wasn't important they wouldn't call back; however, I didn't want to chance it so I set my phone to vibrate. Some fifteen minutes later, my phone starts vibrating. I was sitting on the end and near the front so I dashed for the exit. (It's not fair! I can't see who's calling, and if I miss a call, it's gone.)
"Hello?"
-Sorry we missed your call. This is a telemarketing blah bla- 'Hello?'
/click
A real voice! That was close.
Apparently what I didn't realize as I left the room was our sub's attempt to keep me interested in the subject matter with a meager, "It gets better." According to Ruthie, the class thought my oblivion was amusing.
It was about 2 minutes before the break when I had this encounter, so I didn't return to class. I hiked to the library to work on my handout for my four o'clock class. I sneezed quite a few times; people began to look at me. I was chillaxing to some good songs when I was surprised to hear my phone softly ring. I thought it was odd that so many people would watch me leave; the ring tone wasn't that loud. For some reason, my phone didn't pick up, so I blindly called whoever it was back.
"Hello?"
'Hey, what's up?'
"Not much. Did you call?"
'Like frickin' five times!'
...
After the conversation I returned to my seat. I gathered some nerve and asked a nearby occupant if my phone had rung more than once. With an awkward laugh, he confirmed that it had, indeed, rung numerous times.

I bet Peter ate his bologna

"The use of nitrates and nitrites as preservatives in foods such as bologna and hot dogs is a cause of concern because of their conversion to nitrous acid in the body and possible damage to DNA."
Check it! Oscar Meyer is contributing to the evolution of homosapiens. Maybe I should write them and inform them...

I wish I was smart

And the most ridiculous thing I've read today?

"A snRNA molecule is always found complexed with proteins in particles called small nuclear ribonucleoprotein particles, which are usually called snRNPs (pronounced 'snurps')...'Snurps' always further collect together into larger complexes called sliceosomes." (bold emphasis added)

What fool decided these things? Honestly. I just keep imagining the discoverer at some formal press conference announcing to the world the discovery of snurps and sliceosomes. ZI suppose there are a fair share of intellectual genius's that give objects names we normal people would deem absurd. IQ tests, for instance employ such original names as I"Wicks," "Slicks," and "Snicks."

" If all Zips are Zoodles, and all Zoodles are Zonkers, then all Zips are definitely Zonkers."

If only I were smart; then I'd understand.