Lasagne

I love lasagne.

The other day at cadaver lab, so many people had their books and things just flung all over the dissecting table, on these damp cloths they use to cover the cadavers. I was like, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? YOU WILL ALL GET CREUTZFELDT JAKOB DISEASE. ALL OF YOU. DON'T TOUCH ME."

Still searching for that person who put his dirty gloved hand on my back while we were standing around, listening to a demonstrator explain something. I seriously suspect it was one of my friends because who would actually do that to someone they didn't know? Then again, it's obvious these people have no concept of hygiene or personal space or logic.

Also, This Means War is potentially Oscar material. Hurr? It was enjoyable. I am also a Tom Hardy convert now. I've loved Chris Pine since Princess Diaries 2 for obvious reasons (whistling + closet + horses + ethics and morals + dress shirts + arrogance + pride and prejudice + other great stuff) so obviously I found him a total hotsy totsy in this Academy Award Masterpiece. But, surprisingly, I was more attracted to Tom Hardy with that underdog flare. Also, sex scene with Elle + Chris Pine? Um, yes please. It was enormously wonderful. What a dinosaur.

J