PEEEYEWWWW.... that pretty much sums up my cat dissection experience. overall though.. the whole dealio wasn't so bad. got to flip the cat a coupla times and pulled lotsa fat off of it. and our cat isnt that ugly... well it's ugly but not as bad as some. oh.. and the cat's name is Mrs. Cat... (annie named it..hehe) but as glores and i were examining the cat... we cudnt really distinguish whether the cat was male or female.... so.. mr. cat... mrs.cat.. iono...

*a sign of too much cat dissection...(already)

(as i was taking gloria home.. in my car)

o: yea.. mabbe those boxes people were carrying into steinkamps room were boxes fulla cats!
g: eww... u mean we were carrying cats
o: o man.. hahaa
(gloria sees a black moving bag on the side of the road)
g: whoa is that a cat
o: in the bag?
g: yea... it was moving!
o: we've been dissecting cats a little too long... we're seeing things now!
g: but it was really moving

hehee....i've decided that from now until may 12.. it'll be pure torture.. it will be stress left and right... and i was bitter about something in spanish.. but i dun think it was important since...i dun remember it anymore. but anyhoo...for me.. stress is only stress when u think it's stress.
Oh and i think my track coach has officially gone insane. today one of my fellow hurdlers went up to him and told him that she coughed up blood last night and that she was coming down with a cold. his reply was, "oh ok" and when i asked to go to the nhs meeting.. he wudnt let me go! then this other hurdler pulled her hamstring and he just looked at her and looked away and said... "go and go through another seven hurdles." track is not wut it use to be. I remember track was fun, coaches were motivating, we got track shirts. ever since i started becoming a ranger athelete (w/ rankin as coach) we haven't had track shirts!!! gahhh... and i've run slower and slower...well mabbe that's me...
OH OH... chinese dessert downstairs... sudden desire for some of that good stuff....