the theme this week appears to be making up with people i've pissed off in the past. friendly pistol-wink to an old roommate, a nice chicken sandwich dinner, $5 for not masturbating last semester...some bottles of captain and i think i'll be living the american dream ( Read more... )

i. am. still. here.

every year was this year so why is this year so different? whatever energy i've been coasting on has run out. nobody knows how it works anymore. so here's my new year's resolution: i'll give back the money but keep the wretched title. goodnight.

livejournal. i'm still here. got fucked over in russian. time for drugs.

I feel lost.  It's like standing in the middle of a forest with no paths and staring in every direction in turn trying to see where you came from and where you might have been going...also the way most devoid of poison ivy.  I went home only to discover it's not my home anymore.  The bed is full of someone else's memory.  I laid staring up through ( Read more... )

Back in 1929 the stock market collapsed.  Everyone’s familiar with the economic havoc it wrought but few people know of the environmental disasters that ensued.  The clouds, upon seeing the amazing economic boom in the 1920s invested all their combined assets in the promising market of water soup.  Suffice to say Black Tuesday was accompanied by a ( Read more... )

            The colors that Hershey chose for its Reese’s pieces has always baffled me but today while lounging around in my pajamas and dividing my attention between Lewis dot structures for iodine and the candies in question I may have figured it out.  Brown is the color of dirt and trees...brown is the earth.  Yellow is like the sun and the sky ( Read more... )

I'm catching the raindrops with my eyes so that when I'm sad I'll cry rivers and lakes, storms and seas.

            I’d have to say chemistry is one of my favorite subjects.  The labs tend to scare me a bit because no matter how much studying I do I’m always a bit unsure as to what I need to be doing.  I’ll look at the other groups and if they aren’t doing exactly what I am then I assume I’m in the wrong.  This lab, the mass spectrometry lab, was ( Read more... )

It was Christmas and my dad decided to give me a build-it-yourself radio set - a whole afternoon of father-son bonding condensed into a copper coil, two wires, and an ear piece.  After the traditional procrastination period of six months that any Hughes project requires as a minimum, we began a feverish hour-long war of frustrastion and agony.

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