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I've been sucked into playing the bells for a track the elementary choir is doing on a Christmas benefit CD. No, I've never played bells before. No, I don't own a bell set. No, I don't quite know how this has come about. But it's confirmed and I get to learn to play bells - of course, the fact that I play the piano should make it a great deal easier. Bells are neat.

I did not sleep in bio today. We looked at hearts. Actual hearts. As in, the great big muscles that were torn from the chest cavities of animals and are now chopped up and kept in a bucket below the desk at the front of the lab.

Boy, what a way to go.

Anyway... I'm proud of myself. And it's such a silly little thing, but I'm so queasy about hurting anything. I know that I'm a wuss, but I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to handle dissections. It just turns my stomach.

But I looked at the hearts. From behind a screen of people, but still... I looked at the hearts while the teacher poked and prodded them, and stuck his fingers through various veins and arteries. I watched it all, really watched it. And then, when he was done with that, I went up and looked at them when they were sitting on the counter. Didn't actually touch them, but still.... I was all up close and I didn't freak out! I even managed to keep my pulse fairly stable.

... Yes, I know that this is all a tad sad. But I'm really rather proud of myself. Yay me!


Oh, and the 'name' thingy... Cut instead of locked because really, outside of Lindy, Jen, and Cat, I highly doubt there's anyone reading this who doesn't have me friendslisted.

( Name thingy. And one slightly odd observation.. )