YO HOME SMELL YA LATER!

In one of my sociology classes this week my professor was talking about a new job opportunity arising in the field of sociology. I guess geneticists are getting caught up in the whole nature vs. nurture thing too. They realize that genes are spread but now they are turning to sociologists to determine if social factors influence what genes appear and what ones stay suppressed.

Talk about interesting right?? I'm game. I think I could study that for my whole life.

Anyway, that is not the reason for this post, it is just slightly relevant.

Genes are cool. I ended up with some good ones...and some not so good ones.

Sweating gene? Yeah got that one. If I was wondering whether I got that one, that question got answered in Thailand
Curly hair? I can once again thank my Dad for that one. And I can also thank my siblings for NOT taking their fair share of the curly hair gene and somehow making me end up with ALL of it.
Love of board games? Is that a gene? Probably not, but just in case...I got that one too.
Creativity? Umm not so much.

When people ask me if I got the creative gene like my mom my usual response is, "No, my sister took it all." It's a fact. People come in our apartment at school and ask who the creative master mind is behind it. My mom and sister. They see the store and don't even have to ask who put everything together. My mom and sister. I'm just lucky I get to benefit from all their creativity.

But this week I was nominated to rewrite the lyrics to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song. Because my teacher works for the Boy Scouts and we know what Boy Scouts like...skits.



My creative genes had to be pulled from the depths of the darkest pit they seem to reside in.

because :
a) that rap is dang fast at parts. Fast speaking is definitely not one of my genes (my roommate Meg took all of that one...)
b) the Fresh Prince has NOTHING to do with Cash
c) I can't rhyme. Unless it is not on purpose. And even then... I just can't rhyme
d) I am simply put, not creative. Not one bit. For FHE this week we did some psychoanalysis thing where you imagine various things you are told then you find out what that describes about you. We were told to imagine some vegetation in a desert. My vegetation included ONE TREE in the entire desert. I later found out that the vegetation represented our creativity.

I rest my case. My creativity is one tree in a vast, limitless desert. Yep. Fact. Psychoanalysis says so.


Anyway. long story short, 40 times Fresh Prince intro rap on repeat, and one hour later. VOILA! I did it.
I managed to fit my cash theme into the lyrics. And honestly, I'm mighty proud. It is a stretch, it is lame, but it is done. And I did it. One tree in a vast desert aint got nothin on my lyrics!!

Now I can let my creative genes rest in their deep dark caves until they need to be called out again. That'll be the day!

On another note....2nd blind date of the semester tomorrow. We all remember how I feel about blind dates right? Don't remember? Well here's the post for you...

And another note...I've got to dress like this on Wednesday. Um what?