My room is very cool. tra la la. cool cool cool. It has 2 stories and a daybed and I just built a desk. tra la la. desk desk desk. the desk cost 52 cents to build because I'm such a dumpster-diver and a packrat. tra la la. building shit's fun. wee.
I'll be spending the second week of August on a pilgrimage to Sturgis, SD to attend the nation's largest motorcycle rally (on the order of 500,000 peeps). My wonderful father and sister will meet me there. Time to dust off the ol' chaps.
Outcome of my oral interview for french class: I hesitate too much while composing sentances in my head. Mme Hoft-March's solution to this problem: "you know what helps is to just have some wine first, and then speak french." Can do, madame. consider it done.
I really like people. Therefore, I am beginning to really hate IM and LJ. We're all fucking hermits, spending our time on these bullshit excuses for human interaction. If I've gotta be a hermit, I'd prefer to spend my time on proper hermit pursuits like learning a lot, or becoming unkempt, or paying attention to nature, or building bombs, or
I have identified a trend: in each Organic Chem class that i attend, there is a critical point about a half hour into the class when i either
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Just shaved the ol' noggin again. I wanted to get it done RIGHT, so i took it all the way off with a razor. Now i'm goin to bed because i've felt shitty since getting out of lab this afternoon. Ain't no thang.