Tuesday, September 17, 2002
I was just thinking...
I had an idea of what I wanted to write in here. I got this idea sometime in the middle of school... and with my usual diligence I utterly failed to write it down. At the time I was, of course, certain that I would remember it. Isn't that the way that is always is? Well, I forgot. Duh.
Anyways, the point is, this happens alot. I get this really great idea for a blog, or something awesomely perfect for the blog happens, and then I forget it and you lovely readers never get to hear about it. Alas. Tough kitty kibble for you.
I suppose that the moral of that story is- Write down your good ideas! Unfortunately, I am a lazy bum, so that particular moral is not going to be followed any time soon.
30 Seconds to Mars! I love you!
O, and that reminds me! MY NAME IS GOING TO MARS!!!! Seriously! NASA has this program where you can sign up, and they'll put your name on a CD that is going to be on the next Rover mission to Mars! I signed up! So now my name is going to Mars! Isn't that incredible?!?!?! I mean, it's not as though any other part of me is ever going to get there, so the dorky part of my brain is very excited about this. Come on! Mars! My name! It's wicked cool!
I even got a certificate and everything, saying that my
ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
is going to Mars. Gloriousness unbounded!
(Yes, I know, TS Eliot is spinning in his grave)
Erm.... O dear.... there were other thoughts that I meant to impart... but now I am a-blanking....
... should be studying for biology... not doing so... well, I've kind of resigned myself to failure anyways... if there is anyone out there who understands metabolic catabolism, I would love to meet them. Unfortunately, I have yet to do so.
My locker continues in it's battle with my fingers. Every time I reach in for a book, you can bet your shiny new nickel that my hand is going to come out scratched. People say, "Well gee, why don't you just tape up the sharp bit?" I say, to them, "I don't know what freaking part is scratching me! I don't see any sharp part. No matter where I put my hand, it gets eaten by the catdamned locker!" It's starting to get just a little tedious. The injuries thus far have ranged from minor scratches to fairly prominent gouges. Thank cats for tetanus shots. The locker may be intent upon my destruction, but I shall thwart it's evil plans, time and time again.
Such is my destiny.
Hmm. I told Helene that I would see what I could do about fixing the archiving. But I do not really feel like dealing with the archiving just now. Another time, perhaps. Another day (no day but today!).
Muralation on the morrow.
Hung up some new stuff in my room. This is part of a laborious cleaning process. You see, I get the artwork off of the floor, and stick it on the wall. It makes the room look more cluttered, with all that crud on the walls, but at least it's easier to walk now.
I would like to reiterate my love of Edward Gorey. He is my pen-and-ink savior in a land full of painters.
Another Yom Kippur come and gone. I feel no sadness.
OK, I really need to study that bio. Freaking first period tomorrow, it is. That's evilness. A double lab test! 90 minutes for 60 multiple choice and 2 essays. And none of it will be easy. Still....
I feel better taking bio than I would taking evironmental science. Much better.
I enjoy my real, non-lazy-ass-slacker science, thank you very much.
9:10 PM
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