Reel Big Fish intro lyric things. This is because I am deeply passionate about weird angry ska bands, and also because I am filled to the brim with class.
SERIOUS NOTE: If you have any excess money you should put it
here. It goes to a college orchestra in Christchurch, New Zealand, which was recently devastated by an earthquake. As you can read on the site, donations will allow them to tour Europe. More information can be found in
this post by
blamebrampton.
Everything that follows is entirely more frivolous than I really have time to be, but I swore long ago to never let myself be stopped by such miserable things. Let me tell you about Bosco's Frozen Yogurt.
Bosco's Frozen Yogurt is a deeply magical land where they charge a mere $0.42 USD per ounce for delicious, well, frozen yogurt, and as many toppings as you can possibly think of that are not ridiculous or still alive. It's open until midnight, so it's also where Ra and I end up once or twice a month when what I can only describe as the
(image: a black-and-white cat with a red collar clings to the edge of a rolled-down car window. It appears to be screaming in terror.)
impulse hits. Which it did. Vigorously.
We usually bring Gemma and go purely for the pleasure of each other's company. Well, we usually invite Gemma, but she usually makes the responsibility face and stays home studying. But today, since Ra and I are both determined to become serious students who do well at life and make lots of money when we actually have real jobs, we brought our homework. If we are both giving up Catholicism for Lent (which I've done since I was eleven or twelve and she's done since high school), we might as well at least turn over new leaves. In my case I may need to uproot a tree, but...there's no real reason to let a little thing like that stand in the way of productivity.
I brought flashcards, because I have an organic chemistry test tomorrow. And I flashed them mightily! This...worked about as well as you might think.
Maybe Gemma will let me work for her? Well, no, not if she sees what I got last year in Honors Organic Chemistry I. To which I can only say, it was a B if the teacher says it was, and he does. So there.