I know I haven’t posted since Friday–it’s just that writing posts at home has become a big ordeal. My internet connection is painfully slow–and I’m usually too busy relaxing to bother fussing with it. If I could write posts as easily as I can on the computers at school, I would post many times a day–but unfortunately I can’t be lucky enough to have DSL. Well, high-speed internet. Anyway, I just got out of Biology, I was feeling like crap because I was convinced I failed a test. Nate (the hair guy) tried to cheer me up by inciting me to flick pennies, but I was still feeling very morose. I got my test back though, and my whole day brightened! The tirade I wrote was all there, as was a paragraph of response from Mr. Mize. Here’s the test question, my answer, and Mr. Mize’s response. I think I got brownie points, in front of the class he was all “and one person got philosophical.” And then, later, when I asked him about lab notebooks he was all “I like thinking out of the box.” It was cool. Well, with no further ado besides this ado, my question.
9. Write and answer a question of your own choosing over the material of the first five chapters. Make it worth ten points (use the above questions to judge a ten-point question). Be serious; it will be graded. Ten points.
My answer: “Why doesn’t the existence of cells invalidate the second part of cell theory (all cells come from other cells)?
” The answer is simple: doublethink. Scientists need to create conflicting theories to tie themselves up in logical knots. It’s their function. Almost every profession at its’ highest level is reduced to the inane. Theoretical physics–matter theory–really. How has this really helped us, other than finding new and ever-so-inventive ways of killing people? Every single scientific endeavour seems to end up with the age-old statement: ‘If we don’t use the weapon, someone else will.’”
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His response: “Science has wiped out smallpox, shown us how math of the universe operates, given us much. There were wars before there was science. This sounds like a wonderful subject for a class discussion some time–would you like to lead the discussion? Environmental science also deals with the abuse of technology–are you going to take the class?”
Yay. He also put a note about how he didn’t understand the term doublethink, so on impulse I went after class and asked him if he’d read 1984, and he remarked that he’d read it before 1984. That amused me. Gosh, that last sentence looked like one of those grammar exercises. But anyway, that guy that Jordan thinks is cute has been hanging around the library. I don’t think he’s that cute, but he’s doable. He has a nice body, I think. His hair could use some work. Well, after class, we went to Lab. In class I realized that I’d forgotten my binder (I could hear Jordan’s voice in my head “You’re not forgetting anything, just come on.”). But anyway, in Lab I met the other people in my group, mostly because they’d gotten graded down for not having my name on their lab notebooks. We kind of got acquainted. The experiment we were working on was complicated and required good communication as opposed to the last one, a solitary microscope exercise. But anyway, afterwards I asked the Lab lady Renee for a Lab notebook (which Mr. Mize had told me to do) and she got me one. I was happy, and as I strolled out of class I saw Throgmorton, the vice-president of the college, and waved. As usual, I forgot I was wearing such an outrageous outfit (my kilt, knee-high boots, fishnet armwarmers, bondage top) and some losers yelled “hey, look at the dude in the skirt” as I entered the library. Luckily, they were hovering around one of the newspaper alcoves, and weren’t in the library, or I probably would have left instead of writing this post. I’m glad stupid people don’t hang out in the library. I think Nate went home, it’s sad. I’m in such a better mood now. Lol, he went to shake my hand and I hugged him. So I hug-raped him. I was having a bad day. That one blonde girl from photography is reading a book on the couch in here, I wonder what it is. She’s pretty, and seems to know her way around the darkroom. Well, on the test I got 73%, which I think is a D, but he said to add ten points to everybody’s score for some reason that was lucidly apparent two hours ago, so I got an 83%! I think that might even be a B! Yay for me. Well, I’m going to seek Molly out even though I know that she went to pick up her kids an hour ago. I went in there before class, but she was talking (obviously) to one of her students, and I didn’t want to interrupt. She sent me an e-mail greatly clarifying a lot of the Drift melange–and asking me if I wanted her to teach me layout. If she’s there, I will say “yes, that would be really cool.” But I’m still not sure about a few things. Like, under Josh’s leadership (at least on every issue before the last one) he like, had some organization. He was more concerned with the stories than the ads (as opposed to our current editor), and just seemed much more together than Sam. I asked him what the front-page story is and he’s all “I don’t know.” That should never come out of a leader’s mouth. Even if all he replies with is bullshit, I want to be convinced that we have a front-page story. Oh well. In a perfect world.
Jordan read my blog this weekend–somehow. I don’t know how he got the URL–I didn’t even know that he knew how to use a computer, but it was–unsettling. I let Taggart read my blog, but I was ten times as devoted to him as I am to Jordan. I don’t mean that to insult Jordan, it’s just that my devotion to Taggart was ten times as strong because it was a master-slave relationship, as opposed to this one which whows ten times more equanimity than me and Taggart. I don’t know, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want him to know my “most secret thoughts” (inside joke to Kelly) because he might find out that I’m not as devoted to him as I perhaps once was. I mean, he makes me happy and I love hanging around with him, talking with him, having sex with him, etc.–but it just doesn’t seem like the Romeo and Juliet secret-marraige-poison-blind-love-lust that was the beautiful illusion–beautiful lie, to slightly misquote Trent Reznor, that Taggart created.
Well, the weekend was quite uneventful. I’m growing more and more obsessed with my computer game Diablo. I was blindly obsessed with the sequel, Diablo II, but since my Diablo II disc is scratched and unplayable, I’ve resorted to Diablo I to feed my unreasoning RPG addiction. I’m really obsessed with my character Darius, my sorceror. I would have named him something better, but the sorceror character in Diablo is black, and nothing else seemed to fit. I also made Alianora, my Rogue, and Isaakus, my Monk. The monk is unique to the Diablo expansion pack, and he really has NO skills. He’s one of those character classes that would be greatly improved by deletion. I consequently haven’t played him too much.
I am shooting another roll of ISO 400, so I can develop the other 400 roll I shot earlier. I just don’t know if my camera is working though. Or if my exposure settings are correct. I have no fucking clue, but I hope my pictures come out. I got some really great shots on those two rolls of film. I shot a roll of ISO 100, but I don’t think it will come out, if it does it’ll be all blurry. And I kind of exposed it to moonlight because it got stuck inside the camera. It might come out, but I really am putting my hope in the ISO 400 rolls. Oh, this weekend Jordan and I drove around (as always) and I got some good pictures. We went to rent movies, but he realized he didn’t have enough money. And for some reason my movie wasn’t there any more. Maybe they were rearranging stuff or something, but Brazil wasn’t there. I don’t mean it was checked out, it was just gone. I have been dying to see that. Curses to humanity. Well, it’s four-thirty. Maybe I’ll go walk around. Eh, maybe not.
Oh, I’ve been dying to talk to Kathy/Kelly. I want to leave another really amusing message on her answering machine–I don’t know if I posted this, but like last month I had just finished watching Requiem For A Dream, so I called her up and left the following message:
“Sara’s got juice! Sara’s got juice! Sara’s got juice! Goooo Sara!”
It was so funny, I laughed for days, and of course like in the next few hours I got an e-mail from Kelly saying that it was hilarious. Ah, Tara is leaving the comptuer lab, and Kate just showed up. I really like Kate, but we never seem to have anything to talk about. I think she’s antisocial. Hmm. Maybe she thinks I’m insipid. Oh well. A double-inspid on her then. Lol. Oh, this weekend I made Jordan watch Upright Citizens Brigade, he thought it was really funny, or he was humoring me. I think he was sincerely amused, I mean, god, UCB is the best show ever. We watched the Cyborg eposode, the one with the cyborg that was just like Linkin Park Frenchie–it was great. I hadn’t watched that in forever. I love when they’re in the flight simulator and she’s all—eh, never mind, to non- UCB fans it just wouldn’t be funny. Random joke:
“You’re trying to read from my diary, aren’t you? You’re trying to read my most secret thoughts–fine, I’ll read them to you, you don’t have to queen out on me.”
LMAO. I’ve really been missing Kathy and Kelly. :( I think I’m going to go take some pictures. And I need to return some video tapes. *hehe*
Ah, I see Tara. I wonder what she’s doing–I feel like a loser because I forgot to bring her a book. Well, I forgot my binder, so I’m not doing too well in the remembering things category today. She seems like she’s looking for something. I wish she’d talk to me–she seems so interesting. Oh well. I think I’ll go strut past and show off my glorious kilt–and go into the student lounge where they’ll all go “Oh, look at that, he’s wearing a dress.” and I’ll think “Oh…look at that…stupid losers staring at me.” Well, I’m off, and not in that way.
