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I am slowly going crazy 123456 stop.
Crazy going slowly am I 654321 stop.
I just watched Shrek with my honey. I love the ending of that movie. Plip plop go the balls. (Pop & Drop) (Which my honey plays incessantly) (erk). I am not a writer. As may be obvious. I like talking. It's harder to make puns in print. I'm sorry my sentences aren't longer, but it's difficult to write in long sentences without blithering. (Sorry)
My grades aren't up yet, but I think I did well on my finals. It's a little scary thinking about my geology grade, because the final was 45% of the grade so even though I went into it with a 98% or so, I had to do pretty well to get an A in the class. If anyone is irritated at the fact that I feel like I have to get A's, it's because I'm making up for my laxness earlier on, in the foul pits of ... Junior College. Rachel's brother apparently told her once that junior college was like high school with ashtrays. I didn't have precisely that experience, but the smoking was omnipresent and it did seem like people took advantage of the fact that they were in junior college in order to slack off and not get flak for it. Yuck to JC. I profitted by going, if only because it was the only way I thought I could get into college, but I do believe that I would have done better to figure out that I could have gone to college anyway. Ahh, the pleasures of financial aid. (And the joy of long sentences)
But, would I have gone into geology straight out of high school?
Since I took a geology class at junior college purely for a lab science requirement and not for any love of it, I probably would have gone into physics. I hate physics! But would I still hate physics? I wouldn't have met Sean, my outdoors-y friend who got me into hiking and renewed my interest in paleontology and introduced me to the great Stephen J. Gould. Hmmmm. It's interesting but impossible to know how life would have turned out had things turned out differently.
Ah, well.
My life pleases me currently (mmm, currents ... wait, I've never eaten currents in anything, where did that come from?) and so this contemplation is over.
Wait a second, this isn't over. I'm supposed to be done contemplating. But now I'm just contemplating my contemplation. This is getting to be too much. I'll just go have some fruit.
Crazy going slowly am I 654321 stop.
I just watched Shrek with my honey. I love the ending of that movie. Plip plop go the balls. (Pop & Drop) (Which my honey plays incessantly) (erk). I am not a writer. As may be obvious. I like talking. It's harder to make puns in print. I'm sorry my sentences aren't longer, but it's difficult to write in long sentences without blithering. (Sorry)
My grades aren't up yet, but I think I did well on my finals. It's a little scary thinking about my geology grade, because the final was 45% of the grade so even though I went into it with a 98% or so, I had to do pretty well to get an A in the class. If anyone is irritated at the fact that I feel like I have to get A's, it's because I'm making up for my laxness earlier on, in the foul pits of ... Junior College. Rachel's brother apparently told her once that junior college was like high school with ashtrays. I didn't have precisely that experience, but the smoking was omnipresent and it did seem like people took advantage of the fact that they were in junior college in order to slack off and not get flak for it. Yuck to JC. I profitted by going, if only because it was the only way I thought I could get into college, but I do believe that I would have done better to figure out that I could have gone to college anyway. Ahh, the pleasures of financial aid. (And the joy of long sentences)
But, would I have gone into geology straight out of high school?
Since I took a geology class at junior college purely for a lab science requirement and not for any love of it, I probably would have gone into physics. I hate physics! But would I still hate physics? I wouldn't have met Sean, my outdoors-y friend who got me into hiking and renewed my interest in paleontology and introduced me to the great Stephen J. Gould. Hmmmm. It's interesting but impossible to know how life would have turned out had things turned out differently.
Ah, well.
My life pleases me currently (mmm, currents ... wait, I've never eaten currents in anything, where did that come from?) and so this contemplation is over.
Wait a second, this isn't over. I'm supposed to be done contemplating. But now I'm just contemplating my contemplation. This is getting to be too much. I'll just go have some fruit.