why is it that i am the most immature person i know? i snicker at "dirty" jokes that a third grader wouldn't even bother laughing at, i see a phallus in everything longer than it is wide, and i think boobies are fascinating- especially my own - they seem to be growing!
today in organic lab i made a penis out of recycled polyethylene. my TA suggested i make a star or a boat, but i decided to be even more unoriginal and immature and go with a phallus. that's ok, i have won over the hearts of all of my labmates. or something.
and of course, interesting fact of the day:

the sanskrit word for "corner" or the meeting of two walls is the same word that is used for sexual intercourse.


hey! the MCAT is tomorrow. but what's more important is what i'm doing immediately after:

1. skydiving/canoeing/white water rafting/anything that ends in "ing"
2. zoo?
3. fixing bike
4. work
5. concert
6. in general, creating a ruckus.

shit. i forgot grocery shopping and perhaps the purchasing of personal sanitary items, such as soap, which i have been without for the past week. well. perhaps i can squeeze that in somewhere.

p.s. twice, today, i looked at my phone and it started ringing instantaneously. that's power, baby.

THREE MORE DAYS.

and yet, i am writing this instead of studying. i should also, instead of studying, buy a ridiculous amount of lube. and determine a plan of action for when i get rejected from every medical school in north america.

nothing wrong with a little preemptive action.



highlight of the day:
fob chink finance prof:

"and this is how we get whack"

(ok, it's actually WACC, which stands for "weighted average cost of capital", but of course i didn't know that at the time, because i wasn't paying attention. of course.)

mmm...slept in a tent last night. was a bit chilly after the fire died out, but glorious nonetheless. now if i could just get away from the city...
it's also (almost) a compromise to the whole Nice Weather vs. Studying issue - studying in a tent is pretty much outside without all the distractions. kindasortamostly.

let's go camping when school's out. please please please please pleeeeease?

Haha :)

 

"So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all,
I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving"

the most beautiful song ever.
i had a rant all lined up today, but i'm tired of complaining. everything is copacetic.

since i'm currently incapable of herding my thoughts into coherent paragraphs, it's list time!
things that make me inexplicably happy:

1. anarchist hip-hop.
2. bass. of the speaker variety (though the fish variety is good too). good ol' window vibrating, earth shaking bass, booty-bumpin bass.
3. driving at unnecesarily high speeds, especially when i've got nowhere to go. some people do drugs, i drive. that's right, all you people who scoff- no, it's not that i don't enjoy taking in life at a slower pace - that's got nothing to do with it. i simply get a high from SPEED. so fuck off.
3. driving through my parents' white upper-middle class neighborhood with the windows rolled down, blastin either tupac, anything with a lot of expletives, or anything that could be construed as controversial
4. mushrooms and tofu. together, alone, raw, fried, steamed, or in a house with a mouse
5. quirky people.
6. the sound of glass breaking
7. trees. and twilight. also alone or together, or with a goat in a boat.

i'm relatively certain there are other things that make my heart go pitter-pat, but now its time to get back to doing, well, the "s-word". (unfortunately, it's not sex. here's a hint: it involves books. kinky, i know.)


"The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was hustlin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable

...Look in the skies for God,
what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
It's a paradox we call reality
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality"

good grief. the new compact cameras from Nikon offer 8.1 megapixels, VR, and Wi-Fi connectivity. damn. that's more features than my digital SLR.
but still cheaper.

i'm going to start a group. i think i'll name it People For the Correct Usage of Adverbs (PCUA). we could make it catchy and call it Advocates of Adverbs, but i think the former is more assertive.

don't get me wrong, i'm nowhere near a grammar freak. my grammar can be pretty atrocious, but i'm always on top of my adverbs. i can handle dangling modifiers, subject-verb disagreements, and double negatives, but for some reason the lack of adverbs just grates my ears like nothing else.
today's most flagrant offenses:

"i'm going to hug you tight."
"she did it so quick!"
and the worst adverb-offense by far:

"i just hate it so bad!!!"

eeesh. *shivering*