Falling in love is like wetting your pants; everyone can see it and it's very warm
There's one lecture left to attend and one more lab section to hit up before bunkering up for the trauma that is finals. Time flies like it was made by Lockheed Martin which, by the way, would also make time really cool. Sadly, I don't think time takes the form of a jet fighter. Time, therefore, is not cool.
The conversation topic of the day had to with the special olympics regarding the artistic flow of having someone with amputated legs going crazy on the pommel horse. Also, a friend of mine made a somewhat elaborate apology about something she did without thinking of the subtle consequences. Like the good gentleman I am at heart, I accept apologies like they're in style, for leaving a friend in guilt would surely be against what I consider a decent friendship. But it makes me wonder if she still feels bad about it, since it really seemed to hit her hard and, well, I don't want her to suffer over it. Ah well, there are some things beyond control.
I don't know what to make of most of my finals. I guess my mind has been elsewhere, pondering over the ebb and flow of life in general. Studying simply isn't ranking high for priority, but in better news, Laura and I have declared ourselves "meant to be" yet again. The point brought up that a rape occurs every 10 minutes on average means that Laura and I can have a go at it every 10 minutes, but then we figured we could cheat the system by going in bursts, like a 2 minute interval followed by 18 minutes for the next. Ya well, I'm bitter, she's sweet, so we're bittersweet together and all that funky jazz so that's really cool and we can go find a nice house to live in to raise children and make run on sentences. By the way, we're just friends. The current crush of mine is but a fleeting shadow in the distance, galloping off into the sunset on her trusty stead (Shawn can confirm; she is beauty incarnate with the whole celebrity aura around her). We will meet again in 4 months, I thought to myself today, as together we tried to solve the RIDICULOUS alphabet sudoku puzzle during statistics. Did I mention it was RIDICULOUS?!?!
Speaking about ridiculous, I'm hungry.
The conversation topic of the day had to with the special olympics regarding the artistic flow of having someone with amputated legs going crazy on the pommel horse. Also, a friend of mine made a somewhat elaborate apology about something she did without thinking of the subtle consequences. Like the good gentleman I am at heart, I accept apologies like they're in style, for leaving a friend in guilt would surely be against what I consider a decent friendship. But it makes me wonder if she still feels bad about it, since it really seemed to hit her hard and, well, I don't want her to suffer over it. Ah well, there are some things beyond control.
I don't know what to make of most of my finals. I guess my mind has been elsewhere, pondering over the ebb and flow of life in general. Studying simply isn't ranking high for priority, but in better news, Laura and I have declared ourselves "meant to be" yet again. The point brought up that a rape occurs every 10 minutes on average means that Laura and I can have a go at it every 10 minutes, but then we figured we could cheat the system by going in bursts, like a 2 minute interval followed by 18 minutes for the next. Ya well, I'm bitter, she's sweet, so we're bittersweet together and all that funky jazz so that's really cool and we can go find a nice house to live in to raise children and make run on sentences. By the way, we're just friends. The current crush of mine is but a fleeting shadow in the distance, galloping off into the sunset on her trusty stead (Shawn can confirm; she is beauty incarnate with the whole celebrity aura around her). We will meet again in 4 months, I thought to myself today, as together we tried to solve the RIDICULOUS alphabet sudoku puzzle during statistics. Did I mention it was RIDICULOUS?!?!
Speaking about ridiculous, I'm hungry.