(S)-N,a-Dimethylbenzene-ethanamine
my fucking hobbies. anyway, lab yesterday was fun. i managed to grab a small vial (about 2 ml) of ethyl acetate, which my mother found and i seriously had to lie through my ass about what i was doing with some weird ass chemical in my hello kitty pouch. the last thing she found in there was what she thought was cocaine (woah-hoah turns out it was crystal meth). "its for school, dont worry about it." and she never does...
i havent quite "borrowed" the rest of the chemicals to synthesize ethyl acetate into ethyl ether without blowing the house up. i found 12 molar hydrochloric acid in the lab, 8 molar sulfuric acid, acetone, toluene(can we say benzeneeeeeeee?), heptane, ammonia and hexane. my goal is to find methanol and all the ethers by the 3rd quarter. i'm excited.
i also found pipetes, boxes of spartan matches (red phosphorus, yes?), and i figured out how easy it is to actually get supplies.
and the distillation, can we say pure?
laugh.
this is a good step, id rather make it than do it. i seriously get more satisfaction out of it. playing chemistry at home makes me happy, like genuienly (sp). everyone has been bugging me about finding a hobby. WELL GUYS, MY HOBBY INCLUDES SITTING IN MY ROOM AND DOING REACTIONS FOR CARBOCATIONS, BENZENES, ETC. FOR EXTRA CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES.
the last thing on my mind is how certain individuals used to breathe down my back for popping pills, smoking a little reefer, lines of coke, smoking ice, all the naughty bits, and now i go to find... well youre not a fucking saint. YOURE NOT A FUCKING SAINT YOU HYPOCRITICAL LITTLE BITCH. i'm having raunchy ass sex with sobriety, and you cant even get it through your thick head that youre fucking as bad as me. at least i didnt gripe at people when they werent living the perfect lie of a sober life like me. perhaps its for the best that we're not speaking. i could get you some great drugs, you think vics are hot. oxycotins are really where its at. you would really love cocaine. you bitch, id bury you nose into that shit just to show you a little ray of sunlight. i promise, we'll just be friends.
______ drugs is hard to do.
on a lighter note, im meeting shawn's mother this weekend. i will wear sleeves, and i will look like a princess. holy balls, i think i'm going to really have an anxiety attack. my mother said this isnt the philippines and i dont really have to bring anything over there, though i feel i should. maybe a fruit tart? or flowers? watch me end up with nothing because i seriously just wont know what to get.
veronica told me that it should only be ever so appropriate if youre meeting on a holiday. like when she met josh's parents, it was on mothers day so she bought josh's mom flowers.
this is not the philippines.
now i cant stop thinking about cocaine.
arrgh.
current playlist-
eisley "marvelous things"
eisley "telescope eyes"
eisley "i wasnt prepared"
broken social scene "anthems for a seventeen year-old girl"
bright eyes "motion sickness"
jet "look what youve done"
snow patrol "run"
my chemical romance "im not okay"
green day "boulevard of broken dreams"
blink 182 "always"
my mother asked why the college called my house really late at night.
i told her it was shawn just calling.
my dad said something about being "pussy whipped"
i cant believe my dad said that to me.
gripes.
he's just bitter because i think he over heard me telling shawn i wanted to get pounded.
oops oh my.
HAA.
baking soda, hydrochloric acid, grammmmmmms. you love it.
perhaps you should tell me you love me.
i havent quite "borrowed" the rest of the chemicals to synthesize ethyl acetate into ethyl ether without blowing the house up. i found 12 molar hydrochloric acid in the lab, 8 molar sulfuric acid, acetone, toluene(can we say benzeneeeeeeee?), heptane, ammonia and hexane. my goal is to find methanol and all the ethers by the 3rd quarter. i'm excited.
i also found pipetes, boxes of spartan matches (red phosphorus, yes?), and i figured out how easy it is to actually get supplies.
and the distillation, can we say pure?
laugh.
this is a good step, id rather make it than do it. i seriously get more satisfaction out of it. playing chemistry at home makes me happy, like genuienly (sp). everyone has been bugging me about finding a hobby. WELL GUYS, MY HOBBY INCLUDES SITTING IN MY ROOM AND DOING REACTIONS FOR CARBOCATIONS, BENZENES, ETC. FOR EXTRA CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES.
the last thing on my mind is how certain individuals used to breathe down my back for popping pills, smoking a little reefer, lines of coke, smoking ice, all the naughty bits, and now i go to find... well youre not a fucking saint. YOURE NOT A FUCKING SAINT YOU HYPOCRITICAL LITTLE BITCH. i'm having raunchy ass sex with sobriety, and you cant even get it through your thick head that youre fucking as bad as me. at least i didnt gripe at people when they werent living the perfect lie of a sober life like me. perhaps its for the best that we're not speaking. i could get you some great drugs, you think vics are hot. oxycotins are really where its at. you would really love cocaine. you bitch, id bury you nose into that shit just to show you a little ray of sunlight. i promise, we'll just be friends.
______ drugs is hard to do.
on a lighter note, im meeting shawn's mother this weekend. i will wear sleeves, and i will look like a princess. holy balls, i think i'm going to really have an anxiety attack. my mother said this isnt the philippines and i dont really have to bring anything over there, though i feel i should. maybe a fruit tart? or flowers? watch me end up with nothing because i seriously just wont know what to get.
veronica told me that it should only be ever so appropriate if youre meeting on a holiday. like when she met josh's parents, it was on mothers day so she bought josh's mom flowers.
this is not the philippines.
now i cant stop thinking about cocaine.
arrgh.
current playlist-
eisley "marvelous things"
eisley "telescope eyes"
eisley "i wasnt prepared"
broken social scene "anthems for a seventeen year-old girl"
bright eyes "motion sickness"
jet "look what youve done"
snow patrol "run"
my chemical romance "im not okay"
green day "boulevard of broken dreams"
blink 182 "always"
my mother asked why the college called my house really late at night.
i told her it was shawn just calling.
my dad said something about being "pussy whipped"
i cant believe my dad said that to me.
gripes.
he's just bitter because i think he over heard me telling shawn i wanted to get pounded.
oops oh my.
HAA.
baking soda, hydrochloric acid, grammmmmmms. you love it.
perhaps you should tell me you love me.