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Ages and Ages ago. In a biology lesson, I know.
 

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Another night session on the computer. This one however with a change of scenery. I've got the pulp fiction in the background, and have
been praised for dress sense at school. A novel experience. So was dissecting the rat, come to think of it. So just to highlight just how
much I was pleased by aforementioned comment, I'm going to repeat it.
 

H:"Those are nice trousers you've got on."
M:"They're too baggy."
H:"And the boots are too."
M:"Oh these are really old, I..."
H: "Hmmm, you get more and more fashionable every day. Doesn't she Kyung?"
K:"Yeah she is."
H:"You know the lot I go around with, well Caroline Auld, she thinks she's god's gift to fashion but I should tell her to take some tips
from you. That would shock em."
M:"Yes it would(!) And I do it without buying designer clothes too."
 

Indeed, it shocked me. Now, I suppose, that I've progressed to popular fashion, I hope to pass beyond it, into my own style with no care
for fashion at all. Or perhaps that's a state of mind.

I had a sore stomach all day as well, which wasn't helpful as it looked like I'd lost my stomach for the dissection. (Of course, the rat did
lose it's stomach.) Maybe my endometrium's going through some bizarre contortion as part of the menstrual cycle, and lets face it, it goes
through enough of them. What a waste of blood is all I can say to that. But that's evolution for you, always leaving it at the solution that
gets by, not achieving engineering perfection. (The retina is of course behind the black layer that absorbs most of the light, clever I must
say.)

I am feeling quite cocky about my exams now. I've done lots of revision today and am feeling quite smug.

The rat was...interesting. It had a very exaggerated sexual dimorphism, which especially noticeable in the male, which was unfortunate
because my rat was male. They're tough little buggers though, I had to break it's arms and legs just to pin it to the board. Hopefully I'll
get the brain out tomorrow, apparently the skull is really tough, but we've got a hammer so that should prove no problem. I had a nice
discussion about such things afterwards, at lunch. My rat was named Poot, by the way. Somebody had unfortunately left all the blood in
him, unlike the others which were all clean. I'll never look at tomato ketchup in the same way.