My chemistry thoughts
Today, ladies and gentlemen, I have for your reading pleasure my thoughts. That’s right. My thoughts. I decided one day during chemistry to jot down everything I thought of while Mr. Cashen talked. It’s a good hours-worth of thoughts. You may not understand some of it if you weren’t there, but oh well. Of course, I did have to edit it for content. Like the part where I have sex with multiple partners. I had to take that part out like seven times.
2/18/05
“Ok. Science is good. New science coming up is easy? Great! Oh shit, he’s rambling again. Alaska. It has nothing to do with chemistry. Oh well, as long as it’s not learning. Change in temperature blah blah blah intensive, extensive. Now he’s making fun of that girl’s shirt. He knows damn well that Aeropostle doesn’t really have a phys. Ed department. Do they? Joe Juno is a white man. Follows Indian. Joe Juno got rich. Ok, I’m done listening. Joe probably just killed the Indian with smallpox. Indians couldn’t read or write. This all stems from horrendous quiz grades? Still telling story. Now they’re in upstate New York. It’s 95’ and there’s a thing called the internet. Mickey Cashen gets on the internet. Oh. He’s referring to himself. Clever. Sees 80 year old Cashen. Grandfather died. Family tree thing. Michael could have been grandfather. Soooooo bored. Can’t learn for an hour and a half. He just yelled that we must learn. Guys, notes are required. Shut up shut up shut up. Chemistry properties. 1 gallon, 2 gallon, 3 gallon, 4 gallon. Add gallons. When he moved his arm like that, he looked like he was doing the Macarena. Teehee. Temperature is a symptom of heat. Good going detective. Jewels of heat to heat 1 ml of water. I have some jewels of heat for you Cashen. I'll heat your 1 ml. We have more shoreline and less snow days. Whaaaaat? Get back on topic, fucker. Look at this generally, bitch. 8 or 10 this. Heat changes temperature? No fucking shit, sir. Did he say someone was sticking their finger in the ocean? I think it was Hawaii. I was zoning. Charlie said it was a penis. Ha. Writing writing writing. El gaso. HILARIOUS. This corny old man. At least he doesn’t give much work. He’s touching the window and flinching. He says the radiometer isn’t moving. He likes the windows. They’re made of “Good stuff”. It must be gay sex then. His experiment didn’t work. He probably feels stupid. Insulated glass got cheated. They slipped some in. I'll slip something in. He’s tripping over his words. What the hell? Someone just made a sound like a llama. Oh. That black guy was making fun of someone. Mr. Cashen says not to do that. I should probably get another paper out now. Too lazy. He’s rambling about steam cleaners. Q means heat. Q=MCT. Q=MCHAMMER. Qualitative. Quantitative. I was writing heat and wrote hat. Haha. I have a lot of Q. I change some T. No room left on this paper. Entropy. Gibb. I really should get a new paper. I totally think Cashen has a boner. The girl next to me is asleep. Or dead. Really dead. Entropy is disorder. It sounds like heat. Germany research. Shut up. Now he’s rhyming. He’s like Doctor Seuss. Now he’s singing a song about Constantinople. Charlie says he spits hot fire. Now he says we don’t need to know this. GAY. I’m definitely out of space now. >0 more disorder. He held out his hand and said “This is the meat.” He has zero neck. I wonder where his hickeys are. He’s screwed out of money. Retirement. SS. Now he’s saying something about social security. I have even filled the margins. 20 minutes left. Thank you false God! I'll be poor. There really isn’t any more space.”
2/18/05
“Ok. Science is good. New science coming up is easy? Great! Oh shit, he’s rambling again. Alaska. It has nothing to do with chemistry. Oh well, as long as it’s not learning. Change in temperature blah blah blah intensive, extensive. Now he’s making fun of that girl’s shirt. He knows damn well that Aeropostle doesn’t really have a phys. Ed department. Do they? Joe Juno is a white man. Follows Indian. Joe Juno got rich. Ok, I’m done listening. Joe probably just killed the Indian with smallpox. Indians couldn’t read or write. This all stems from horrendous quiz grades? Still telling story. Now they’re in upstate New York. It’s 95’ and there’s a thing called the internet. Mickey Cashen gets on the internet. Oh. He’s referring to himself. Clever. Sees 80 year old Cashen. Grandfather died. Family tree thing. Michael could have been grandfather. Soooooo bored. Can’t learn for an hour and a half. He just yelled that we must learn. Guys, notes are required. Shut up shut up shut up. Chemistry properties. 1 gallon, 2 gallon, 3 gallon, 4 gallon. Add gallons. When he moved his arm like that, he looked like he was doing the Macarena. Teehee. Temperature is a symptom of heat. Good going detective. Jewels of heat to heat 1 ml of water. I have some jewels of heat for you Cashen. I'll heat your 1 ml. We have more shoreline and less snow days. Whaaaaat? Get back on topic, fucker. Look at this generally, bitch. 8 or 10 this. Heat changes temperature? No fucking shit, sir. Did he say someone was sticking their finger in the ocean? I think it was Hawaii. I was zoning. Charlie said it was a penis. Ha. Writing writing writing. El gaso. HILARIOUS. This corny old man. At least he doesn’t give much work. He’s touching the window and flinching. He says the radiometer isn’t moving. He likes the windows. They’re made of “Good stuff”. It must be gay sex then. His experiment didn’t work. He probably feels stupid. Insulated glass got cheated. They slipped some in. I'll slip something in. He’s tripping over his words. What the hell? Someone just made a sound like a llama. Oh. That black guy was making fun of someone. Mr. Cashen says not to do that. I should probably get another paper out now. Too lazy. He’s rambling about steam cleaners. Q means heat. Q=MCT. Q=MCHAMMER. Qualitative. Quantitative. I was writing heat and wrote hat. Haha. I have a lot of Q. I change some T. No room left on this paper. Entropy. Gibb. I really should get a new paper. I totally think Cashen has a boner. The girl next to me is asleep. Or dead. Really dead. Entropy is disorder. It sounds like heat. Germany research. Shut up. Now he’s rhyming. He’s like Doctor Seuss. Now he’s singing a song about Constantinople. Charlie says he spits hot fire. Now he says we don’t need to know this. GAY. I’m definitely out of space now. >0 more disorder. He held out his hand and said “This is the meat.” He has zero neck. I wonder where his hickeys are. He’s screwed out of money. Retirement. SS. Now he’s saying something about social security. I have even filled the margins. 20 minutes left. Thank you false God! I'll be poor. There really isn’t any more space.”