It’s over Ch. 4-7: Stereochemistry, Alkynes, Resonance, and Dienes. I have no excuse for not studying. Last week was spring break - I stayed here in East Lansing and all I did was sit on my ass and procrastinate by studying my ass off for the biology exam I had Monday (which I did AWESOME on, by the way), and since Monday I’ve just been sitting on my ass some more, downloading Barry White songs and getting my groove thang on.
I have NEVER given the slightest smidgen of a shit about Chemistry. I’d like a career in microbiology research some distant day, though, so it’s vitally important I learn this stuff backwards and forwards. Nucleophiles and electrophiles gettin’ together and making sweet love… Jesus, I haven’t had sex in two months. And the guy I’ve been dating wants to cool things off between us because his best buddy has developed a thing for me and he doesn’t want to “stand in our way” and I don’t think I even want to date his best buddy, but I wouldn’t mind sleeping with him, but that would screw things up royally, and did I mention I have to go home this weekend and can’t even go out and get drunk with my friends on St. Paddy’s Day, I’ll have to drink with my PARENTS but drinking’s no fun if there’s no beautiful boys around to flirt with, and then I have to write a 500-word German essay due tomorrow about the events leading up to the construction of the Berlin Wall, and I really should turn it in on time bcause another essay was late and I REALLY need a 4.0 in German, and everything else for that matter, to negate the 1.5 I’m bound to get in Chemistry so my GPA won’t get flushed down the fucking toilet, and, oh yes, I have a pelvic exam this afternoon.
Well, time to go determine my future… looks like my future will involve a job with my name on my shirt, but as long as I don’t have to do Chemistry, that can’t be all bad!
Well hello! This could be a thread in itself! Why not just work out a threesome situation, set up a camera and website. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about flunking your exam. You’d already have a career
[sub]Im sorry… I dont know where my mind is. Actually I suppose I do![/sub]
Sadly, I can beat that. Spring term of 1999, I falied all four courses for a grand total of 0.000 GPA.
As for you, tsarina, “Location: East Lansing, MI” kinda killed the mood for me, though I wouldn’t have given you a sympathy fuck anyway. Would have done other stuff, though:)
Oh, boy do I know how you feel. I just bombed my Philosphy exam because I skipped class on Tuesday because I needed to attempt to find my lease so I could proove to the Humane Society that I was allowed to have cats, which was pointless, because I didn’t find it, and I missed a lecture, and wouldn’t you know one of the FOUR essay questions was based on that lecture? Feh. The professor likes me, so I’m gonna see if I can get a sympathy extra credit essay thing going on.
Then there are the boys. I like Bachelor #1. I think he might like me. But despite a drunken make out, neither of us has said anything to that effect, aside from idle flirting. Then Bachelor #2, who HAS said he “has feelings” for me, but whom I am not interested in the slightest. He’s a sweet guy, but he finds me facinating. I don’t want to be facinating. I want to be understood, which Bachelor #1 does. Here’s where it gets fun. Bachelor #1 is casually seeing Bachelor #2’s roommate. So Bachelor #1 tells me all the sweet things Bachelor #2 says about me, while I tell him I don’t WANT Bachelor #2, but don’t mention that whom I really want is Bachelor #1. Meanwhile, Bachelor #1 and I have these deep, “meaningful” esoteric conversations about our past dating history and personal philosphies. Then there’s Bachelor #3, who is #1’s best friend, and whom female friend has a crush on, who made me a mix CD (in my world, making mix tapes/CDs for opposite sex friends is representative of more…) and who has invited me back to his place for beers. And THEN there’s Bachelor #4, whom I’m not really interested in, but who is rich and good looking. But because I’m not a superficial nincompoop, I really don’t want to see him.
Oh yea, with the exception of Bachelor #4 and #2’s roommate, I WORK with everyone mentioned in the above paragraph. In fact, #1 and #3 are my bosses. And despite all of it, I’m not getting any. It’s like rain on your wedding day, dammit.
But for that Catholocism thing, I’d consider the nunnery. This is far too distracting. I need a nap.
Well, ignoring the experiments in chemistry that appear dominant in your love life, I’ll just say don’t sweat organic too badly - I liked it so much I took it again.
Actually, it went better than I thought it would. I managed to answer every question and put a lot of thought into everything… I’m anticipating a 55-65% (about average for my class), so maybe I’ll get a 2.0 rather than a 1.5!!!
I know the feeling. Except I’m still in high school. But I do have a chem test on…ah, chapter 15. And I should get cracking. Usually I’m good at chem, it’s not quite my field, though. Last test was a C+, so i better pull that up. Plus I have to redo a one page essay for English (I know, I know, I’m lucky, it’s not a real paper, but it’s on Emerson, whom I detest…)
I was driving past an oil refinery and it smelled just like french fries. Mentioned it to Wife, the chemist, who said, “Well, carbon can only link up so many ways.”
I thought a moment and said, “Carbon can link up infinite ways.”
In approximately 12 hours I have an American Lit exam. I did all the readings and studied, but the sample questions he posted on our board a few hours ago are like, “What was Rip Van Winkle’s wife’s name?” How the heck can I remember that? We didn’t talk about dumb details like that in class, so I studied all the major theories. Short of re-reading 500 pages, I am screwed.
Over my upcoming Sprink Break, I have to read Twelfth Night, All’s Well That Ends Well, and The Scarlet Letter - the only book I actually used Cliff’s Notes for in high school. I hate that book! I also have to write a paper on the duel personas portrayed in Puritan literature, and a paper on Robert Browning’s use of dramatic persona in Porphyria’s Lover, My Last Duchess, and Fra Lippo Lippi. I could be studying now, but it’s pointless. Tuesday I had to turn in a paper examining the role of the tapestry as a catalyst to Lucrece’s suicide in The Rape of Lucrece - Shakespeare AND epic poems - great! And I took my Vict Lit test, eventually filling one and a half blue books, and I’m not even sure I did that well.
Boys? Well, my best friend since June, whom I’ve been mostly in love with since I met him, and I have gotten closer and closer lately. He painted my soul. He wrote me a card about how he needed me in his future. We got a little tipsy Saturday night and he told me I was beautiful. He came to dinner last night and we just sat in my room and talked for three hours. Just talked, that’s all. I wanted to take him to this really romantic pier nearby, but we just sat face to face on my bed and talked about everything. I don’t know if I should tell him how I feel or keep quiet for fear of jeopardizing our friendship, which is awesome. He keeps saying, “I need someone like you in my life, I need to fall in love with an artist and a free spirit like you,” then he writes me a long e-mail about how I give him peace of mind and hope.
What the hell does that mean?
The thunk you just heard was me clocking my head against my computer screen.
IMO: He’s saying it’s nice to be able to be with someone, in any way, who satisfies what he needs in a friend. Where that goes from there is anyone’s guess; I’m not about to make predictions.
As for the papers . . . if you want an editor, I’ll be awake until 12 tonight.
Depends on the guy, of course, but my first impression is that if he cared enough to tell you over and over how he cares, then he might be expecting you to do the same. (Unless he’s full of himself and doesn’t give a rat’s ass what you think!)
Seems rare when a guy shares his feelings, so if he did and you still like him, why don’t you tell him how you feel? My bet is he might be looking for the relationship to progress; maybe he’s wondering if you feel the same about him as he does about you. Or not…
