Apparently, arming oneself with a lamp and sneakily attacking the ceiling with said lamp does not, in fact, kill flies. They just get angry, then decide that they are in love with the bulb, and buzz for a while.

Die, you bastard.

It's been a year, now, since I threw them away. I feel like I should have something more to say... but I don't. Or perhaps I do, and I just can't harness the words that are whirling through my mind. [shrug]

Ah, apathy and ambivalence.

Haven't posted in quite some time, it seems. I probably shouldn't post purely for the sake of posting--but wait! I'm not. I'm also posting for the sake of procrastination ( Read more... )

Lesson of the Day:

Don't eat Nutella that is almost a year old.

Random lyrics. I don't generally make posts like this, but eh.

( Scarecrow's Dream )

To all you people at MJ who order pasta from me:

Please specify which kind of pasta and which kind of sauce you would like. You have two choices of pasta, and three choices of sauce. Saying "pasta and sauce" doesn't help me at all, and it really pisses me off when you look at me like I'm an idiot when I ask you "which kind of pasta?" and "which ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I wish that I didn't have to think ( Read more... )

Geneseo's gaming club is fantastic.

I managed to be late for my first class. Go me.

I am back. I am awake far too early, though ( Read more... )