Things seem to be getting more arduous.
Also, my hands are so cold my fingers are locked up... I look like a second grader typing. lol
Anyway, my chem quiz is in less than three hours... and I have yet to figure out the second chapter... or read the third. Clearly, blogging about it is going to make me learn... or at least that's what happens in my fantasies. Fantasies are the same is reality, aren't they?!?! Just with less unicorn!
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Unicorn has been proven as the third leading cause of stupidity.
I have one more year of this... one more year... people are mean... work is hard... and my health is increasingly peculiar. Perhaps if I killed the mean people and ate them, I could absorb their strength and knowledge and everything would be fine. Huzzah, I have solved it... the answer to college is cannibalism!
Anyway, some student told me to "grow up" today, so I guess what he was saying is that its time I had sex and/or balanced my checkbook. Hmmm, I wonder if I could do both at the same time. It make not be safe to be writing with a sharp pen while all that thrusting is going on.
But seriously, what is grown up anyways. Just this morning, I said to the half-way normal looking individual in the mirror... "wow, you've really matured... into a shallow mindless adult!" And I think I now understand it. It's based upon the variable of fun. If you possess the creativity to easily entertain yourself and others without resources, i.e. having fun, then you are a child. If you can cope with the mind-numbing alternative entertainment... usually chemical or electronic... then you have digressed to the venerable state of adulthood.
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So I guess I just need more crack.
So, I'm off to study. Wish me luck. Hmmm, I wonder if Rickel's liquor will be open after the quiz... I have to get started on being more adult... also, margaritas are an SN2 reaction so it's kind of like studying. kind of. Actually, its more like me trying to kill the pain of the thought that I will someday be your friendly neighborhood Wal*Mart manager. Meh, at least I'll have benefits! Maybe I'll finally be able to go to the doctor and get that bullet removed from the time when I was trying to score some crack... wait, deja vu.
Studying....
"Damnit, I can't remember all this stuff about alcohols"
"Oh the irony... hahaha"
(Disclaimer: I don't really use crack because I don't need chemical alteration to see fairies and Jesus... we're already friends on messenger)
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Am I the afore-referenced fairy?
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Well I think that's super! ;D
Also, I volunteer my pens for your check book balancing! That's right, both of them... *sexy growls* I think the red and blue will make your check book that much more organized... :P
Aww, harsh making-you-study-people :(. They're everywhere aren't they? It must be a conspiracy !!!
Where are the times when one didn't have to study, but only endure 6 years of childlabour and the occasional pedophile-rape by the guildmaster's wife before being admitted to the guild and then do whatever they told you to ...
We live in a world of barbarians I tell you, BARBARIANS! In 50 years people will hear your stories and say; poor leezle, being all abused by those creepy sciencefundamentalists... And then they will buy your paintings for millions of credits. Let's hope you survive to see that day ;).
Pedophile rape by the guildmaster is not a fun thing... :( Studying science so that the repeatedly crippled combatants (like me) can walk again is fun though! :D You can make prostetic limbs that grow on you like trees right? 'Cause that would be the coolest thing ever!!! XD It'd be all like: *BOOM* "dang I lost another arm..." *kerplop* "Wow! Thank you science!" :P
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