CSU Tech Millie Vizcorrando

She's a rebel She's a saint She's the salt of the earth And she's dangerous

Thursday, May 18, 2006

nicknames and such...

It is one thing to call me Millie Vanilli (hahaha, that's so 1993, dumbass).

It is quite another to sing, "Millie Wonka, Millie Wonka, the amazing investiga-tier."

*glowers*

It's not raining any more. I can't blame the rain. But today, someone in this lab is gonna get hurt. No doubt.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

rain rain on my face, it hasn't stopped raining for days

Raining. Raining. Raining. Raining.

What the hell. It's May.

Raining. Raining. Raining. Raining.

What the hell. It's May.

Gahhhhh....

*runs around in circles*

This lab is NOT big enough for Morales and I. Someone is going to get hurt. And "someone" is not Millie.

*eyes everything and everyone mischievously*

Rain. Rain. Rain.

Whatever happens today, I blame the rain.

Monday, May 15, 2006

getting by...

We get high in backseats of cars
We break into mobile homes
We go to sleep to shake up you
And then wake up on our own

And that's the way we get by to
Way we get by
Aw that's, the way we get by to
Way we get by

We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some with sin
We seek out the taciturn

And that's the way we get by to
Way we get by
Aw that's the way we get by to
Way we get by
And that's the way we get by to
Way we get by to
Way
And that's the way we get by
That's the way we get by

We found a new kinda dance in a magazine
Try it on, it's like nothin' you've ever seen
You sweet talk like a cop, an' you know it
You bought a new bag of pot
So let's make a new start
And that's the way to my heart to
Way to my heart

And that's the way we get by to
Way we get by
And that's the way we get by to
Way we get by to
Way
And that's the way we get by
That's the way we get by

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

DayQuil...The Quil for the Day!

Despite the fact that Elliot said he was coming to the lab to "help clean"...the place was far more disturbed after he left...in more ways than one.

A chopping machine?! Where the hell did THAT come from? And...what the hell is it, exactly?

::shudder::

In other news, right when we get in a slew of evidence from a huge case, I seem to have caught a cold. Dammit. This always happens, right when I need to be the most alert.

Alright. Here we go. Me, a bottle of DayQuil, and a helluva lot of samples to process.

::Awhile Later::

Wheeeeee! Didja know this stuff tastes reeeeeally good? And it makes your head all warm and fuzzy...like clouds...soft...fluffy...clouds...

::THUNK!::

::head on lab counter::

Mmmmffff...

Monday, May 08, 2006

and this is why we don't eat in the lab, kids...

8:21am.
At the lab already.

Donuts.
Jelly donuts, to be precise.
And...blood samples.

Um. Ew. How many times do I have to tell Morales that food is for the breakroom.

"Oh come on, Millie, have a powdered sugar donut..."
"Put it. Away. You're getting sugar everywhere!"

And then Morales ducks out and whoooo gets left to clean up the powdered sugar mess...I swear, it was all over the place. On the counter, the floor, on the face of one of the microscopes...

Then, of course, Warner comes in.

"Is that sample I need done? I've been waiting since last night, they said they'd have it this morning...the analysis of the talcum powder...they were going to analyze it under the microscope and then put it through some chemical tests..."

"Powder...under...the...microscope?"

Oops.







Saturday, May 06, 2006

under the microscope...

Essentially living at the lab. What can I say. It's just easier.


I suddenly have a very bad feeling about this all. Realized some things I didn't know before. And now I can't help but feel incredibly dense.

Is it that obvious?

What did I do?

Monday, May 01, 2006

blurred lines

Everything has always been clean-cut, surface. Specimen samples, microscope slides, collections of true and falses, black and whites.

For the first time in two years...the lines were blurred, I can't see what's going on so clearly...and yet at the same time...it all seems to make sense.

I still fear. I still want to lose myself in the lab.

The lab doesn't ask questions. The lab doesn't talk back.