May 4, 2007
Numbered lists are for lazy people.
- I’m going to Switzerland. Look for me, not in the beautiful alps, forests, lakes, or being fed chocolate in a hammock by multiple Swiss misses–although those alternatives may materialize during my time off, in decreasing order of likelihood–but in a lab. A wonderful biology lab. Of learning. I am so excited. Really! Alpha-synuclein, you’re mine.
- I’ve been having progressively more surreal conversations with my roommates:
Me: You’re really crass, you know that?
P: Why thank you, I’ve got crass and I know it. You’re jearous, aren’t you?Girl: ramble ramble ramble something about my exboyfriend ramble ramble.
L: Want me to kill him? <pulls out switchblade>
Me: ramble ramble ramble I hate my TF ramble so stupid ramble.
L: You should kill her. <thinking about pulling out switchblade>
Later at dinner
Girls: ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble…
L: <pulls out switchblade and uses as utensil> Mmm, this is a good apple.
Girls: …ramble ramble gasp ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble… - It’s May in New England, which means spring is about to start. I’ve been celebrating the warm weather by napping, doing homework, and playing a lot of computer games. I know, it all seems like a little too much, and people say, “Jue, slow down man!” I almost have a sunburn on the part of my forehead that sees the sun once a week! But what the hell, we only live once right?
- I’m reading The Game. I love it. Is it because I, like the author of the book (at one time anyway), am a painfully self-conscious AFC with an uncanny ability to negate whatever social advantages my positive attributes may have conferred me? Of course not! It is DESPITE that fact that I find the book interesting. Pathologically determined people always intrigue the hell out of me. Especially those who have traded in their adolescent social angst for a deadly charm fueled by deeply misogynistic bitterness.
- I still can’t breakdance. I’m learning though, mostly by lifting weights. Why, one might ask, am I lifting weights to learn breakdancing and not, say, practicing breakdancing? Well, good question, but I’m afraid the answer is too complex to be explained here. It’s like Shakespeare once said, “There was a fork in the forest and I took the one that didn’t look like many people went on it.” I may have paraphrased. It may not have been Shakespeare.
- I am still amazing at German. Guten Tag!
sounds like your roommates are idiots.
max planck you’re such a chameleon