It seems like the bitter cold is some lame attempt at creating some parallelism. My inactive life is the reflects this bullshit. I hate cursing when I write, I feel like some lame-ass angsty teenager, which in reality is what am. Spring keeps playing hard to get. I keep sucking at Chemistry. I go to lecture just to watch Netflix. Call my mom once a day, everything seems to be alright. If it wasn’t she wouldn’t tell me anyway, so … there’s that. My Chemistry professor left the week before our second exam. Great. Exothermic, endothermic, state function, equations to calculate some intermolecular force.
Do we care?
Or do we just put up with this to achieve some type of respectable position so that we feel somewhat superior? I bet that one day I’ll be walking down the street and I’ll get my non graphing calculator out to calculate a base’s acid dissociation constant. 60K a year? Totally worth it.
It’s OK to be miserable now, you’ll have money and power soon enough. You'll make everyone you hate your secretary's secretary. It'll work out.
Ignore Facebook birthday notifications. Check email. The class is unresponsive, seems like everyone in the auditorium is either deaf or dead. Like I said my professor is somewhere discussing. Dark, tall, and everything but handsome. The look of your everyday genius socio path. “It’s cheap...just like me” he said referring to his pen. A great way to start a lecture off at a snobby ass University. He’s talking about saturation, a concept I do understand. Gary did another demo that I didn’t understand.
How does one know that one truly likes something? I don’t think that the way I go about it is the correct way. I just rule out everything I dislike, and whatever I end up with, well… I guess I like that.
I’m a hydrophobic tail. I don’t know what I like but I know what I should stay away from.
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