Wednesday, 16 May 2007 | 11:16 pm

Extremely...me?

Is it just me, or does anyone else think that I do everything to the extreme. I mean, I don't do anything in degrees, I'm either having a crazy day, or completely out of it. That's probably why Tara thinks I have split-personality disorder. One minute I'm happy and giggly and the next I'm silent and grumpy. Obviously, I don't think I'm insane...but hey, Hannibal Lector didn't think he was insane either. Ok, stupid analogy. I'm not about to go out and start eating people, though I AM slightly curious as to what it would taste like (for scientific purposes only). Oh come on, don't tell me YOU'RE not curious?

Well anyway, it's a good thing people can't hear or see those 'crazy' thoughts I have going on in my head. I have always been shall we say...blessed (?) with an overactive imagination and when I'm bored I think of strange things and laugh. That's not crazy!

Take for example, today in biology. Mr Moffat was talking about interferon (I like to think of them as interFEARon *cue 007 music*) and how they recognized invasion of foreign material and alerted other cells of the attack. My mind drifted and I found myself drawing stick figure Buzz Lightyear's in my book talking into their watches saying "Viral attack. I repeat. Viral attack." No picture because it was a terrible drawing. More terrible than usual I think.

Then there was my diagram of a leaky blood vessel (caused by histamines...SEE! I was listening).

Aww, come on! It's funny! What do you mean no? It is funny!

Not even my 'eukaryotes' diagram?

Ah geez, looks like I've been laughing to myself for no good reason. Perhaps you're right. Maybe I am crazy. But I was taking notes for the exam! Those were my NOTES. If I say they help me study, am I slightly less weird [in your eyes]? NO? Awww, I think that's a bit harsh...

With love,
Mel