Wednesday, August 15, 2012

My mom said we would have a party when I got my period...we didn't

I went into the lab today. No one was there and I haven't yet scheduled some time to work on the floureso-scope. So I left  with the intention of dropping off an application at a discount bin clothing store, but then I shifted gears and came home. After arriving, I super glued a hand punched leather purse back together and fried up some neglected refrigerator eggplant even though I don't feel frying things is necessarily in anyones best interest.
While frying the eggplant, I thought about how girls are starting the descent into womanhood younger and younger. I read an account of a six year old getting her period. That's too bad. It's important to hold onto your naivete for as long as possible. If you can. At least it feels that way. It also feels like a bad idea to drink anything that's been steeped in hormones.

Breast Cancer.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

A Stupid Stupid Poem About Moping Because I'm Bad At Things And Would Like To Eat Ice Cream.

this is a picture of goat blood with all the rbc's removed.
please be interested.

Poetry is the worst.
As is Jazz.
As is performance art.
As is my incapacity to fully grasp or distinguish between the three.

Theoretical physics is for nerds.
As is rash guards.
As is the Halo Game Kingdom.
As is my uni-monthly brain fog.

Box fans is the airiest.
As is chiffon.
As is the wind
(at least, most wind excluding the wind that sits next to the ocean or in the bowels of the steam laden midwest and east coast and rainforest and geriatric Florida).
As is my ability to do anything. 

I guess I'll take a nap.

I'm bad a writing.
I will probably be bad at taking the MCAT's. 
I'm not very confident on a bike. 

I wish I wasn't juice detoxing right now. 
That's enough of my vomit. 

I'm sorry for it.