"I'm a high night flyer and a rainbow rider. A straight shootin' son of a gun."

Yes, I said a straight shootin' son of a gun. I'm also a procrastinator. Could you tell?

I'm tired of all this nonsense with alkenes and their reaction tendencies. So you have a carbon-carbon double bond and four substituents... so what? That doesn't make you all that and a bag of Garden Salsa-flavored Sunchips. Ya know? YA KNOW!?!

Really, I should stop...

So I'm taking this human development class that covers infancy to childhood and it's driving my ovaries crazy. Every video that we watch has some cute baby in it doing something adorable and all I can do is sit there and be unpregnant. It really is a new kind of torture. Between that class and this video

... and this...

... and probably this...

I should be knocked-up in no time. *thumbs up* *wink*

Hero of the Week

The lolcats are the hero of the week, because they have succeeded in taking a week that could have been destroyed with organic chemistry and physics and added a spoonful of adorable. The week was still destroyed, but in a cute kind of way.

Hero of the Week

Under most circumstances, I don't like to do this (i.e. give attention to attention-whores), but I feel like this situation warrants it.

Chris Crocker is best known for his "Leave Britney Alone" antics, but that's not the reason he's the hero of the week. Oh no. It's mostly because I can't figure him out.

At first I thought he was a woman.
Then I thought he was just doing it as a joke.
Then I decided that he was just an egotistical-whore seeking attention.
But now I'm pretty sure he's a she-man feeding his ego and killing time with Youtube, lots of marijuana, a dash of coke, and a vague hope that one day he will be able to get a job and move out of his parent's basement.

Kudos to you, Chris. You've captured my attention, but my heart will always belong to Tay Zonday.

Fantastic.

I'm back from my mini-vacation to northern New York. 'Twas fantastic. Friday night was mostly devoted to "Apples to Apples" (which eventually reached a max of about 20 people and ended around 3 am) because it was too dark to see... anything outside of our cabin.

Saturday morning was low ropes (swinging from tires, short obstacle courses, problem solving, etc.). And everytime you do a low ropes course, they always factor in this "team building" component. But we shrugged it off, because we're little bastards like that. Saturday afternoon was high ropes (zip lines, longer obstacle courses 30 ft. in the air, etc.). I really hate "activites" that involve only adrenaline and no thinking. And I also hate heights. Mostly I was just scared out of my mind, but I'm glad I did it....

Which brings me to the pet peeve of the week: girls. Girly girls. I'm tired of them. I think we should ship them off to a camp for little girls that want to be girly and nothing else. And then we should marry them off to manly men that have no other component to their being. And then they can make the most normal babies that ever existed and live in a secluded community of normality and the rest of us won't have to deal with them.

Because when you cry during a ropes course because you're "scared" or you avoid things that are new and exciting and potentially fun, you make the rest of us look bad. So stop your pissant squealing and pop out a (metaphorical) cajone or two, bitch. (End rant.)

And then there was Eco House wrestling (oh yes, we wrestle). I experienced more bruising and rug burn and exaustion in those 5 hours than I have ever had anywhere else. Ever.

And now I'm back at school. Hurting and healing and learning.

I'm off to see the world!

Or just the Adironack Mountains-part of that world (specifically 3 hours north of Ithaca). Ecology House is having a weekend shindig up there, and so I shall follow them (like the loyal Eco-Dweller that I am).

In the mean time, I will let the obscene amounts of work that I should be doing fester in the back of my mind. Mmm... I can't wait for the delicious consequences of all this procrastination.

Hero of the Week

The hero of the week is Ronald Jenkees. His squinty face and "Blaire Witch" filming style have captured my heart. "The Rocky Song Remixed" most accurately captures his persona.

"And I said no salt, NO salt on the margarita, but it had salt on it, big grains of salt, floating in the glass..."

So I am now 9 days into my sophomore year and all is going well. Some classes are better than others, but right now they're mostly the same. Everyone wants to introduce the same crap that every other classes introduces at the beginning of the year (i.e. significant figures, scientific method, etc.). So all my classes are over-lapping with the same crap that I've been learning for the past 5 years, which makes things boring as hell. Come on people! I don't pay an arm a leg to be pampered through my education. I'm ready to be bitch slapped with a shit-load of work and forced to stay awake all night pouring over textbooks and various complicated documents. Givitome!

*shit-load of work flies through window and knocks her unconcious*

*regains conciousness*

Spanish is a fun class. The professor gets really angry at us when we don't understand him (which is a large percentage of the time). And then he yells at us in Spanish and English, but you can't really tell the difference between the two when he starts speaking, and so then we all get even more confused. Then he starts cursing us under his breath and shaking his head in disappointment. At first it was really upsetting (yes, there were tears), but now it's just kind of amusing. I have this theory that he's relying on systematic degradation to shame us all into learning the language. Brilliant!

Today in my Human Development class, we were talking about the development and study of "children of color". And then someone approached the professor (during a short break) and explained how the term "children of color" was offensive to her. So the professor rephrased after the break and said "minority children", and then someone else raised their hand and declared that that was also offensive. And you can't say African-American anymore because not everyone is from Africa. So I just don't know what to say... *white and confused*

This year, I've resolved to blame all of my (academic) problems on people from New Jersey. Because if it weren't for people from New Jersey, with their private schools and their other private schools disguised as "magnet schools" and their upper-middle class education, I might actually be getting an A every once in a blue moon. But no. They have to show up with their 4 years of advanced chemistry, and their superior preparation and out do the rest of us that come from humble public school origins.

Yes, I could blame B'Wood. Or myself. But I choose Jersey! They 'ad it comin'.

Poetry is crap.

Goldfish never taste the same here.
Maybe I should stop falling
For their delicious ploys,
And start eating the real thing.