Low, slow, slurring monotone voices make my ears sad. The only one who can pull it off is Steven Wright. And, my genetics professor is no Steven Wright. I tend to tune out on a regular basis in that class. I only pay attention when certain words slip in. Words such as "fetus", "nematode", and "helix-turn-helix". Then, my mind starts spinning:

'fetus is weird word. everybody in this room was a fetus at one point. that is really weird. i can't imagine myself being a fetus. what if i could remember when i was a fetus? all warm, dark, and cozy... everybody was one... including the professor. ew, gross. the professor is gross. being a fetus is gross. warm and gross... i lived for 9 months inside my mom. as a fetus. a slimy, underdeveloped, little, human being. fetuses-fetuses. a fetus nematode. worms are gross. slimy and gross. like a fetus. .... i wish he would have done a little dance to demonstrate a helix-turn-helix. that would have been funny..."

As you can see, my stream of consciousness is not something I readily offer up to people. It is usually riddled with nonsensical blab and incomprehendable speech. But, I enjoy it. At least, I enjoy it more than genetics. And, at least I'm not still a fetus.


Slapped up here on 4/16/2002 05:27:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...