I'm not dead.....hee hee!
I'm still here! I promise!
So...right. Journal time, I suppose.
What's up with me? Hmm...gee, not a whole lot.
That's a bad way to re-start my posting. I'll never make it past my previous entry record if I behave like this. I'd better get down to business. So my sister's over here to the left of me, babbling on about spectroscopy and saying things like "I'll sit here like a monkey; dancing, dancing, dancing...." I'm busily trying to read about reactions with alcohols, while frantically inserting and re-inserting discs of music and videos and music videos in a vain attempt to fill up my new hard drive before it's a week old. Except I'm not really doing either of those things. I am, after all, typing this message. Well...by the time you read this I will have already done that, so...I'm not really sure. But that's not important. I'd end up in a never-ending scene from Spaceballs if I went down that road, narrating my life as it happens and never going anywhere.
So.
Moving on.
Vagina monologues....they're happening. Trae is there, and Dana, and Gabby, and J, and .....other folks too. And as much as I like things that promise incipiently what a play called "The Vagina Monologues" does, I'm not there. I'm here, with my linear algebra test, my chemistry book, and many weeks of clutter. And the very sad, very out-of-place head of a small chocolate Easter rabbit, struck down before his time. And of course you, O reader. =D
So between conversion of alcohols into alkyl halides and the Grahan-Schmitt orthogonalization process, I have enough to deal with.
Time to feed the fish...I have to remember to give them their worms this time and not just thaw them out. eew.
I'm going to go now, but not before expressing my regret at not taking the time to go on a tangent (secant?) about vaginas.
Oh well. There's always next time.
At least there might be.
=D
So...right. Journal time, I suppose.
What's up with me? Hmm...gee, not a whole lot.
That's a bad way to re-start my posting. I'll never make it past my previous entry record if I behave like this. I'd better get down to business. So my sister's over here to the left of me, babbling on about spectroscopy and saying things like "I'll sit here like a monkey; dancing, dancing, dancing...." I'm busily trying to read about reactions with alcohols, while frantically inserting and re-inserting discs of music and videos and music videos in a vain attempt to fill up my new hard drive before it's a week old. Except I'm not really doing either of those things. I am, after all, typing this message. Well...by the time you read this I will have already done that, so...I'm not really sure. But that's not important. I'd end up in a never-ending scene from Spaceballs if I went down that road, narrating my life as it happens and never going anywhere.
So.
Moving on.
Vagina monologues....they're happening. Trae is there, and Dana, and Gabby, and J, and .....other folks too. And as much as I like things that promise incipiently what a play called "The Vagina Monologues" does, I'm not there. I'm here, with my linear algebra test, my chemistry book, and many weeks of clutter. And the very sad, very out-of-place head of a small chocolate Easter rabbit, struck down before his time. And of course you, O reader. =D
So between conversion of alcohols into alkyl halides and the Grahan-Schmitt orthogonalization process, I have enough to deal with.
Time to feed the fish...I have to remember to give them their worms this time and not just thaw them out. eew.
I'm going to go now, but not before expressing my regret at not taking the time to go on a tangent (secant?) about vaginas.
Oh well. There's always next time.
At least there might be.
=D