Monday, February 7, 2011

Maple Syrup

Would you rather: Sweat white wine or cry maple syrup? I chose maple syrup, because every time I watch one of those "donate money to animal shelters" commercials with the Sara McLaughlin I IMMEDIATELY want waffles afterwards.

I don't get how people are getting 'sick'.  Sick is for when you need mom's permission to not go to school because you didn't do the assigned reading for 'The Giver' that you've known about for a week, and you want an excuse to stay home and masturbate. Sometimes I don't feel well, but I just take a shit and fall asleep, then I feel good as new.  The ironic part is how people are so concerned with keeping up with their health and cleanliness, but yet they always end up with the flu or a fever or some other bullshit self diagnosed problem. MEANWHILE I share silverware and dishes, eat everyones leftovers, stay up late and have a piss poor sleeping schedule, and I'd be lying if I said I wash my hands every time I go to the bathroom (It's my dick, I know where it's been and I know how clean it is), but I wake up every morning feeling totally fine and stoked as fuck to start my day.

OTTER failed.  I ended up throwing out the entire lab this morning.  Needless to say I've accepted the fact that my future has no plans for being a scientist. Bill Nye 1 - Zach Chad 0. Guess I should have given him more credit for all those years of watching his shitty "DID YOU KNOW THAT!" Facts during recess on rainy days.  BUT I PROMISED A BACK UP PLAN! And I've decided to tackle Engineering. I figure if every idiot at Texas aTm who's parents decided their futures for them can do it, so can I. My first project:
Civil War Puzzle
Already got the border solved.
Don't mind the piece of paper in the middle, its taped down to cover the round umbrella hole in the center of the table. Why is there a round umbrella hole in the center of my table you might ask? Because I stole my kitchen table and chairs from a patio set at a restaurant the week before I moved into my apartment.... No Remorse.

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