Catch-22
So, seriously, I think about writing in you pretty much all the time. Of course, the desire subsides by the time I reach a computer.
And oh, how it intensifies come finals week, when work piles up, and can't be shirked any longer. <3 Irony.
So, I'll be done with Summer Session in a good 5 hours. And of course, I could promise to write in you then. But it's a promise I can't keep. So I'll just antiprocrastinate now, at least in terms of livejournal-ing.
* Cutting shit (esp. mice) open is way awesomer than I expected. A part of me was afraid that something about it would make me squeamish, but definitely not the case. Only drawback: exposed small intestines + sensitive nose = x_x (dead azn smiley).
* It is ridiculously easy to lose the HGM work ethic upon entering college. It requires lots of work and a (loving) tomburego girlfriend to get it back. Cafe-hopping is the shit, as all the cool kids say.
* Seeing a silly shirt with an NES controller and the word "Player" has been detrimental to my health, as it forces me to constantly think up relevant, superior shirts.
** A beautiful sunset on the beach: playa
** A lone orange traffic cone: player (vlc)
** A picture of me (oh come on, you saw it coming)
* Where the fuck did this Rihanna character come from. I vaguely remember something about sexing up the Jay-Z, Beyonce pointing lefterly, or something to that degree. I warn you, however, that this is clearly a rhetorical question; I'm "hella" curious (eew), but it really isn't worth the time to learn.
* Re: Rihanna. I'm supposed to smarter than the average MTV-watching, celebrity-worshipping kiddies...at least I prided myself in not being goaded by the evil marketers/public relationist/advertisers simple gimmicks. But I can't stop listening, nay, singing along, to this freakin' Umbrella song. It is so horrifically bad, but it just doesn't stop, and I don't want it to. The other aspect I simply can't explain: I simply don't find Rihanna attractive (diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks), but I get the feeling that the music video is trying it's darndest to change that. Music videos should not have wills of there own...this is a very slippery slope.
* Watching 1.5 seasons of Grey's Anatomy has severely increased the circulating amount of estrogen and progesterone in my blood stream. Lolz, GnRH.
* My brain is so full of bio shit right now, both lab and lecture, that I'm going to take this opportunity to just ramble continuously from here on out. Oh, and spelling does not count.
(Tentative) End
Favorite molusca class: polyplacaphora
(Copyright Yuan Guo): Hey, remember that time I was tryponin your mom? Yeah, that was cool.
So, on a scale of one to cephalospidomorphi, I lancelet-ed your mom.
So you want to remember that the salamanders and newts are in Order Urodela? No problem! Obviously, we begin with the simple fact that Principal Delling is a salamander. When greeting him, one should always say you're-a-del...a
For some reason, the nonsensical portion immediately above makes sense to me.
I kind of want to pull a Langerhands, His, or Henle. Then, I could point to some part of you, and be like "Yup, that's all me right there."
And finally, I have this strange feeling that the human immune system is kind of made-up. Like, just for fun.
And oh, how it intensifies come finals week, when work piles up, and can't be shirked any longer. <3 Irony.
So, I'll be done with Summer Session in a good 5 hours. And of course, I could promise to write in you then. But it's a promise I can't keep. So I'll just antiprocrastinate now, at least in terms of livejournal-ing.
* Cutting shit (esp. mice) open is way awesomer than I expected. A part of me was afraid that something about it would make me squeamish, but definitely not the case. Only drawback: exposed small intestines + sensitive nose = x_x (dead azn smiley).
* It is ridiculously easy to lose the HGM work ethic upon entering college. It requires lots of work and a (loving) tomburego girlfriend to get it back. Cafe-hopping is the shit, as all the cool kids say.
* Seeing a silly shirt with an NES controller and the word "Player" has been detrimental to my health, as it forces me to constantly think up relevant, superior shirts.
** A beautiful sunset on the beach: playa
** A lone orange traffic cone: player (vlc)
** A picture of me (oh come on, you saw it coming)
* Where the fuck did this Rihanna character come from. I vaguely remember something about sexing up the Jay-Z, Beyonce pointing lefterly, or something to that degree. I warn you, however, that this is clearly a rhetorical question; I'm "hella" curious (eew), but it really isn't worth the time to learn.
* Re: Rihanna. I'm supposed to smarter than the average MTV-watching, celebrity-worshipping kiddies...at least I prided myself in not being goaded by the evil marketers/public relationist/advertisers simple gimmicks. But I can't stop listening, nay, singing along, to this freakin' Umbrella song. It is so horrifically bad, but it just doesn't stop, and I don't want it to. The other aspect I simply can't explain: I simply don't find Rihanna attractive (diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks), but I get the feeling that the music video is trying it's darndest to change that. Music videos should not have wills of there own...this is a very slippery slope.
* Watching 1.5 seasons of Grey's Anatomy has severely increased the circulating amount of estrogen and progesterone in my blood stream. Lolz, GnRH.
* My brain is so full of bio shit right now, both lab and lecture, that I'm going to take this opportunity to just ramble continuously from here on out. Oh, and spelling does not count.
(Tentative) End
Favorite molusca class: polyplacaphora
(Copyright Yuan Guo): Hey, remember that time I was tryponin your mom? Yeah, that was cool.
So, on a scale of one to cephalospidomorphi, I lancelet-ed your mom.
So you want to remember that the salamanders and newts are in Order Urodela? No problem! Obviously, we begin with the simple fact that Principal Delling is a salamander. When greeting him, one should always say you're-a-del...a
For some reason, the nonsensical portion immediately above makes sense to me.
I kind of want to pull a Langerhands, His, or Henle. Then, I could point to some part of you, and be like "Yup, that's all me right there."
And finally, I have this strange feeling that the human immune system is kind of made-up. Like, just for fun.