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Ummm, so I'm having lunch with my uncle tomorrow. Cause he called me yesterday and said he was coming up to Springfield, and we should get lunch. So yeah, it's kinda weird, because, I mean, I like my uncle and all, but it's not exactly like we talk a whole lot. Usually if he comes to visit I say hi and talk for a bit, and then go upstairs and he like talks to my dad or Bryan. So yeah, this should be interesting. Haha, especially cause he actually wanted to like, go out somewhere off campus and get lunch. But I have a one o'clock lab on fridays, which is the only class I can't miss. So I was like, "Hey, you wanna go Blanchard instead?" Haha, so yeah, I'm bringing my uncle to Blanchard. Good times.
Anyways, now I'm off to go figure out why my damn lab didn't work at all. I hated this lab. Fucking titrations hate me. Seriously, the first part I had to get someone else's notes because my stupid titration thing started dripping right at the part where I was supposed to add like, one drop at a time, and fucked up that part, and now my answer for the second part is just wrong. So that's fun. Haha, I keep thinking of the song that Mrs. Holmberg played one time with wonderful lyrics like, "Titration.....Frustration...." Haha, oh man, good times in that class. Like when we made that metal stuff explode by throwing it in water, and we just kept throwing more. That was great. You remember those, Mary? Haha, gotta love that class.
Anyways, now I'm off to go figure out why my damn lab didn't work at all. I hated this lab. Fucking titrations hate me. Seriously, the first part I had to get someone else's notes because my stupid titration thing started dripping right at the part where I was supposed to add like, one drop at a time, and fucked up that part, and now my answer for the second part is just wrong. So that's fun. Haha, I keep thinking of the song that Mrs. Holmberg played one time with wonderful lyrics like, "Titration.....Frustration...." Haha, oh man, good times in that class. Like when we made that metal stuff explode by throwing it in water, and we just kept throwing more. That was great. You remember those, Mary? Haha, gotta love that class.