Posted on the entomology lab door: "Burn carbs, Not carbon. Ride a fucking bike." without the *fucking* part, of course. Startling realization today. The realizations I have often but it's the startling parts that keep kicking me in the face. My love for science is so vast and infinite, sometimes I forget there are other things in the world. While ( Read more... )

today is a stress inducing day ( Read more... )

I like backwards writing. It's distinguished. Makes me feel all classy inside, like a limo. Today was nice, chem lab was nice, my professor was nice. Transfered whores taking summer classes from Anderson...not so nice. Especially when my wonderful professor is trying to teach class, while they constantly roll their eyes, sigh loudly and talk to ( Read more... )

So I got attacked by a tree limb today while taking Lisa Larue some lunch. Even if you didn't want a first person POV story, you're getting one. Oh yes, you are ( Read more... )

While looking for something to do to pass the time this evening, I stumbled upon bored.com. the joy, THE JOY of being linked to the dumbest, most mind numbing fun I have ever had. I talked to a robot, conversed with myself, downloaded dozens of special effects sounds, played videos, looked up hundreds of phobias, and so on and so on, until I was ( Read more... )

I've been writing lab write-ups all day, the tedium of it dampers my spirit. I have decided to walk around the rest of the day with my thumb in my bellybutton. I'm going to consider it a makeshift umbilical cord and shirk the responsibility of my own development, writing it off as "someone else's problem." That way, I have more time for the life ( Read more... )

I'm stupid

and I know why

he writes short journal entries

and he knows why

I write medium ones

and I don't know why

Beep!

This weekend...wedding, air-conditioning, movies, actual meals... paradise, or at least my version of it. I watched The Corporation on Sun-day and it was amazing. Weddings, dare I say, are less amazing and awkward. More or less a downward spiral of less freedom, more responsibility and honeymoons. I guess it can't be that bad, maybe it can, but at ( Read more... )

I forgot how hot it gets in this house, like a stuffy cube of hot stuffiness inside a volcano of burning hot LAVA. A week and a half left of summer school, then second summer session starts and I have yet to get a job. At first I was really trying, I left the house even. and I drove, to places. and i filled out, applications. and I did, little ( Read more... )