The Splattering of Intelligence - Updated
Eh, yeah, you're short but so am I and so is Joy. I like being short though - it has its advantages...
I can't think of any off the top of my head that I could really use, besides being the pained recipient of baby-talk and a lot of adult smooching. I wish I was 6'5'' and had a booming Stentorian voice. I want to be a Man. And Joy wants to wet her pants. And Sheena is happy that Jennifer Aniston is free for whatever odd agendas she has in mind.
Oh, dear. We are a strange group.
It was kind of sad too- I couldn't go back to sleep, so I ended up taking my Chem. book out and studying. :(
I jumped as an internal alarm rang in my mind. The air was gray in the early morning...and cold. I glanced at my clock. 6:51 a.m. What? This wasn't fourteen hours later! Darn my traitor student mind! Arrgghh...
Some people say that all students do is regurgitate information that teachers have already chewed up for them. I disagree. "Regurgitating" implies at least partial digestion.
A respected scientist said something to the effect of "The more comprehensible the world is, the more pointless it is." But he said it better. From an uneducated layman's point of view, I can't understand how it's intelligent at all to look for The Answer that will prove to us we really had no purpose in searching for it in the first place. But these are brilliant people who think of things like the Superstring Theory.
Let me laugh at all Livejournal users! Ha! Actually, I'm pretty sad that the service isn't working. Really, I am.
Change of plan. Instead of reading The King Must Die next, I somehow/accidentally/in a calculated way picked up The Godfather by Mario Puzo. Ooops.
Hearing Josh Groban sing pop songs is as disturbing as watching someone throw diamonds on the ground. The diamonds arent hurt, but boy, its still annoying.
The Prince Harry and the Nazi thing. Let's think about this. Actually, don't. It's unbearable to ponder.
I eye the bathroom stall door dubiously, pondering a possible shifting of its dimensions as I squeeze through. There is an definite conspiracy discriminating against the wide of girth. I resent the implications and therefore insist upon its being regarded as a health hazard, much as I protest the established height of kitchen counters and the like for being inconsiderate to those of less than gargantuan stature.
This is a vain hope that there are others like me in the world, who seek meaning and truth and a plausible reason that explains why Hilary Duff/Ashley Simpson is famous.
I eat when I'm depressed. Since school began, this has been a chronic problem.
Apollo: Hey, sweet thing, let me persecute you with my love.
Daphne: Umm I dont think so.
Daphne makes a run for it. Undeterred by the possibility that she might not be attracted to his golden godliness, Apollo gives chase.
Daphne: Dad I would appreciate some parental assistance.
She gets turned into a tree.
Daphne: This is so not cool. Parents never understand their kids.
Apollo: Ah, man. Now how am I going to get laid? All right, all right. This is just a minor setback. He looks at the tree. Shes playing hard to get.
I can't think of any off the top of my head that I could really use, besides being the pained recipient of baby-talk and a lot of adult smooching. I wish I was 6'5'' and had a booming Stentorian voice. I want to be a Man. And Joy wants to wet her pants. And Sheena is happy that Jennifer Aniston is free for whatever odd agendas she has in mind.
Oh, dear. We are a strange group.
It was kind of sad too- I couldn't go back to sleep, so I ended up taking my Chem. book out and studying. :(
Shall I say, "Desperation?" Or is that already spelled out for me right here? :)
Okay, fine - Let's talk about Brad and Jen then! I mean, wow -imagine how many girls are so happy now that Brad Pitt's no longer married. And imagine how the large amount of guys out there (this includes Sheena) who are now jumping for joy because Jen's single again. YAY!!
Sheena, I hesitate to ask, but why are you happy that Jennifer is now single? Hmmm?? *Cough* Something you'd like to tell your friends? Is that what you meant?
Wow. I scare myself sometimes.
And others, all the time.
I looked at my clock. 9 p.m. I resolved to sleep at least fourteen hours, and drifted off into dreamland with a smile on my face.I jumped as an internal alarm rang in my mind. The air was gray in the early morning...and cold. I glanced at my clock. 6:51 a.m. What? This wasn't fourteen hours later! Darn my traitor student mind! Arrgghh...
Some people say that all students do is regurgitate information that teachers have already chewed up for them. I disagree. "Regurgitating" implies at least partial digestion.
A respected scientist said something to the effect of "The more comprehensible the world is, the more pointless it is." But he said it better. From an uneducated layman's point of view, I can't understand how it's intelligent at all to look for The Answer that will prove to us we really had no purpose in searching for it in the first place. But these are brilliant people who think of things like the Superstring Theory.
Let me laugh at all Livejournal users! Ha! Actually, I'm pretty sad that the service isn't working. Really, I am.
Change of plan. Instead of reading The King Must Die next, I somehow/accidentally/in a calculated way picked up The Godfather by Mario Puzo. Ooops.
Hearing Josh Groban sing pop songs is as disturbing as watching someone throw diamonds on the ground. The diamonds arent hurt, but boy, its still annoying.
The Prince Harry and the Nazi thing. Let's think about this. Actually, don't. It's unbearable to ponder.
I eye the bathroom stall door dubiously, pondering a possible shifting of its dimensions as I squeeze through. There is an definite conspiracy discriminating against the wide of girth. I resent the implications and therefore insist upon its being regarded as a health hazard, much as I protest the established height of kitchen counters and the like for being inconsiderate to those of less than gargantuan stature.
This is a vain hope that there are others like me in the world, who seek meaning and truth and a plausible reason that explains why Hilary Duff/Ashley Simpson is famous.
I eat when I'm depressed. Since school began, this has been a chronic problem.
Apollo: Hey, sweet thing, let me persecute you with my love.
Daphne: Umm I dont think so.
Daphne makes a run for it. Undeterred by the possibility that she might not be attracted to his golden godliness, Apollo gives chase.
Daphne: Dad I would appreciate some parental assistance.
She gets turned into a tree.
Daphne: This is so not cool. Parents never understand their kids.
Apollo: Ah, man. Now how am I going to get laid? All right, all right. This is just a minor setback. He looks at the tree. Shes playing hard to get.
Eh, yeah, you're short but so am I and so is Joy. I like being short though - it has its advantages...when did this happen?
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