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Name: Abi
Birthday: 2/12/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Biology, animals, plants...anything outside...swingdancing, ceramics...art in general...dancing when nobody is watching...
Expertise: pretending like i know whats going on...in other words nodding and smiling, using large biological words in everday conversation so that i sound intelligent... and...um...dancing when nobody is watching?
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  sunbun888
Member Since:
3/2/2005
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| So I came to an interesting realization today. I was sitting in Lottie eating dinner with some friends after an exhausting game of frisbee when the conversation turned to bull hockey. If you've never heard of it, its a rodeo event in which men (typically, I have yet to meet a women stupid enough to participate) dress up in ridiculous costumes and act like idiots trying to get a bull to run through their goal. Whichever team gets the bull to run through their goal the most (without dying) wins. Now my friend mike was trying to organize a team that included my boyfriend James and our friend Matt. Each of their girlfriends was present at the table and doing their best to convince them that it was just a bad idea. But it got me thinking. Why are girls so attracted to these kinds of guys? Why am I for that matter attracted to the "bull hockey" type? Why didn't I go for that guy whose hobbies include cooking for me and curling up with a nice safe book? Then it hit me, I'd read about it countless times in my Ecology textbook and my Animal Behavior textbook, so basically its textbook (haha inside joke) Its called "the handicap principle". The main idea is that a certain behavioral trait will evolve in the males of a species ( and it occurs in numerous species) that makes them more vulnerable in some way, usually to predators. For example some traits may include bright colored feathers in birds, or running around with 2000 lb bulls in humans. These males will attract more females because the females subconciously think to themself "wow he's survived this long with that ridiculous handicap, he must have good genetic survivor skills that will get passed on to my babies". So girls if you ever wondered why you were attracted to that hunk who runs from one life-threatening testosterone high to another, there you have it...the handicap principle. Ok Im gonna go now that i've bored you to tears with bio-dorkiness... | | |
| Carpe Diem Seize the day. I try and try to live that way. But seconds here and minutes there rip and split and shred and tear my days apart. No sooner does one end one starts. I live each moment by the clock. Seconds tick and minutes tock. I rush and run to each new day. Living just one day away. Tomorrow, next week, in a year or two. I wont wait that long will you? Capture the moment and seize the hour. With each new day comes newfound power. Precious seconds slip away when you wait just one more day. Wake yourself and run outside. Now is not the time to hide. Todays the day that you take part. Never hesitate to start something new or something grand. You hold each day in your hand. If you try... then live that way! Carpe Diem seize the day... | | |
| So last night my swing dance partner, Ollie, and I taught a group of homeschoolers how to swing dance at their "prom". It was a LOT of fun. We started off with a little exhibition dance which got lots of ooohs and aahhhhs but when it came time for the lesson it was like pulling teeth to try and get these guys on the dance floor. We finally got a good sized group and we taught a little lesson which went surprisingly well considering. Im pretty proud to say that the only time that the guys actually danced WITH the girls was during our lesson. Afterwords the guys "danced" in a group and the girls ran around the back of the gym making up dances they could do together. Ollies neighbor who put the dance together explained to us that this was a first dance for a lot of them and they were still getting used to the concept. I thought it was a pretty cool idea considering we definitely didnt have anything like that when I was a homeschooler. Luckily I made it past my homeschoolerish awkwardness and it always makes me really happy when I tell someone I was homeschooled and they're like "you? no way!" | | |
| Im beginning to think that I'm dangerously accident prone. I started off the year by breaking my hand playing powderpuff football. Over Spring Break I was engulfed in flame, losing a considerable amount of hair on my arm, because I tried to light the fire after one of the boys doused it in lighter fluid. (I wasn't injured). Yesterday however, the planets must have been alligned in such a way that they amplified my susceptibility to injury. I started off the day like any other monday. Plant propagation class at 8:00 am (gag). This particular monday Dr. Foster was showing us the procedure for micropropagation upstairs in the microbiology lab. He asked if I would cut the seals on some test tubes with a scalpel. Easy enough....for a normal person. I struggled with the shield on the scalpel for a few seconds before jerking it off and slicing clean through my finger in the process. Now I don't have a real big problem with excessive amounts of blood but I DO have a problem with being able to see the inside of my finger through the blood. Somehow I managed to make it to the engle center without passing out and after a half hour or so the nurse got it to stop bleeding enough to bandage it up and stick a splint on it. Being the genius that I am however, I figured because I have a splint on it I can still go to frisbee practice....which I did. My finger made it through practice alright, however my face felt like I hadn't bled enough already for one day. James and I were practicing our "flick" passes and I guess it was paying off because James delivered the straightest line drive flick to my nose. It didn't bleed too much, but after the finger accident I wasn't sure how much more blood I could afford to lose! With a little luck and good deal of caution I made it through the rest of the day without losing any more. Today my accident record has been much better....but then the day isn't over yet. | | |
| Just got back from spring break in Florida which was absolutely amazing. Eight of us headed down to Jupiter FL to camp out in Jonathan Dickinson state park. We hit the beaches in west palm, several of us will probably now die of skin cancer, we got the sh*t kicked out of us by some killer waves, Mike and Debbie set up a kick ass rain tent, James got his tomato basil wheat thins stolen by a raccoon (we also had an entire loaf of bread snagged right out of our cooler and a baked potato lifted from our campfire), the boys almost got eaten by gators, the girls DID get eaten by black flies, we did the pineapple dance in the middle of our campsite, we listened to "smack that" more times than I care to remember, we ate smores till we were about to barf, Rob managed to turn every single comment into something sexual even in the early hours of the morning, Sarah called Debbie Julie and Julie Debbie a LOT, there were lots of jokes, laughs and "fights"......So basically we had a wicked awesome break, the best one yet and I, for one, am sad to be back in Grantham PA | | |
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