Cool Girls Like Assholes

As I partied with my friends moments ago, the age old, and still unanswered, question arose-
Why do cool girls like assholes? If anyone has a response, do leave comments below as I'm dying to know.

Everyone took a stab at answering this one, but at the end of the night, at 3:07AM, I still have no answer. So, I decided to combine my inquisitive mind with the musical stylings of Acacia Strain, and this was the result- a poem which I call "Cool Girls Like Assholes".

It reads as follows:

Completely flesh evisceration,
Run and scream before demise.
Blood loss flows throughout the nation,
Give up your life in sweet reprise.

Volunteered or tak'n by force,
Cracked and wasted by the boot,
Towards the grave without remorse,
Choose either knife or I will shoot.

Total suffering by my might,
The world unborn and upside down,
Widows break and children fight,
Offer your life without a frown.

Backwards beating skull conundrum,
Reasonless choices leave me undone.

Biological Discordance ǂ Self Abhorrance

Today in my 3hour Biology lab we dissected a frog. Despite its horrid appearance, the overbearing smell of formaldehyde, and slimy flesh, I successfully completed the dissection with my lab partner and labeled all of HIS parts (we found testis, so it was a male). This dissection was no small feat as it brought back a lot of memories.


About a year ago, I owned a Pacman Frog who I named Juggernaut. He gladly ate large mice, goldfish, lizards, and anything I dropped in his tank (which was pretty awesome), so one day, I decided to feed him squid. Basically, the taste of squid pretty much did him in; shortly thereafter he died. I was sad not because I the frog disliked the food I placed before him, but because I was experiencing "the pain of stupid"- the pain one feels due to their own stupid decisions.

Anywho, in our lab, one of the other groups decided to COMLPETELY disregard proper dissection technique and hack away at the formaldehyde-ridden creature. My group, on the other hand, exhibited exemplary technique and execution. You can decide which frog was mine after viewing the pics.

Enjoy
(as best as possible)

A Joy of Living

One of the great things about being alive is having the ability to eat. I love eating, but some things are just far more enjoyable to consume than others. One of those extra enjoyable things is Lucky Charms.

Man, they're divine, and they taste great. If you're eating them for that reason alone though, you're missing out on a whole other plane of confectionery delight.

The best part about this cereal of choice is not the curiously shaped frosted figures or the milk upon which it lays so effortlessly on. It's the CHARMS. After all, they are lucky :D

I've been eating this cereal religiously every night, give or take, since the beginning of the year, and I don't regret it. Today, while eating and juggling several conversations (without talking with my mouth full), I almost relapsed into thinking that the cereal merely tasted great. My thoughts changed when I took a look down into the wonderful field of colors and abstract shapes that awaited their inevitable digestion below. Looking at the sea of charms sitting in that bowl is, in essence, a free ticket to a visual roller coaster filled with beautiful rainbows, stars, balloons, and everything in between. Needless to say, it's a visual feast. PLUS, I'm convinced that every charm has its own unique and special taste that separates itself from every other charm in the bowl. Doesn't it?

What am I getting at here? I'm not merely writing to make myself hungry! Well here's my point. If you're diminishing your quality of life by not eating this savory treat AT LEAST once daily, you're a fool. Go grab a bowl, and join the fun!

Good Things Come to those who Wait. . . .

Hello all,

I posted the iPhone apps quite some time ago, and I'm pleased to see that some apps were downloaded >70x. I'm glad people are benefiting. With that said, I've been thinking about adding new ones. Today I tried to upload more, but Windows 7 decided not to allow my iPhone to sync to iTunes. Cool, huh?

Be that as it may, I'll tinker around with this technical difficulty on the morrow, so expect new apps then.

Thanks.

Vicissitudes

Today, among all other days which come to mind in my preconscious, is particularly lucky. The sun isn't shining. The clouds cover the sky. It's raining at present, yet I feel a a spring of mirth within my me. I can't quite place its origin or from whom it stems as it's due to a myriad of events I reckon. This morning at 3am an oasis in my desert of poetic writings sprung forth, and I completed the following poem called "Late Night".

Late Night

Flesh is beauty when it burns;
Fire makes the boring hot.
In coffins where no stomach churns,
It melts like glue into a pot.

There stands a woman dressed in red,
Her vice can not be seen with eyes.
To maim all men with whom she bends;
They feel the burning in their thighs.

Fingers thrice dipped in water looks the same.
A hand in air shows not a sign of bane,
But in it swims a vile and noxious strain
To enter incognito with cruel chains.

Oh that the joys in one night's bed could quell,
Instead of living on in life's long spell.

(If you liked this piece, check out my other works on www.poetry.com)

Since I racked my brain composing this poetic piece, I didn't sleep until about 4am. I thought my Monday would be filled with angst and sleep deprivation. Boy was I wrong. The good vibes kept flowing, and my Spanish class was even canceled. Things couldn't get better.

I was in the process of relating my marvelous day to my friends Sarah and Liz; my mother called and told me that my cat died. I'm not too shaken about it, but my spring of mirth certainly diminished substantially. Silver, my cat, supposedly had arthritis, and was given medication to treat it. This morning, apparently, his bladder was noticeably protruding from his ventral side, so my mom took him to the vet. He had a heart attack. Case closed.

Today is certainly a day of vicissitudes. My high on life came to abrupt halt right when I reached the apex of the commensurate elation of the day's goodness. It's interesting to note how life changes so starkly. I just read a friend's blog, and she spoke about the same thing. When tragedy strikes in your individual life, your solipsistic view of reality shatters and stops instantly, but the world keeps on whirling around it's celestial course. Moments like these cause me to muse on the fact that life's highs can only be TRULY appreciated when you experience a low point.

Word of the Day!

HAMSTERING (v)

Today's word comes straight from Denmark and describes the act of ramming an incomprehensible amount of food into one's mouth akin to a hamster shoving endless food into its enormous cheeks.

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Chuck, be polite! Quit hamstering all of Trisha's peanuts! We just bought our own!

MLK Weekend

How sweet is a 4 day weekend for any hard working college student?

I'll tell you. It's hard to articulate. It's about as magical as the most l33t MMO known to man.. . .

it's wonderful.

As such, I've spent the last 4 days partying and blowing off my resolution to blog daily, BUT I'm making up for it now. [right?]

At any college party, there's going to be drinking. It's guaranteed, and along with drinking inevitably comes. . . ..Well guess.

Smoking? No.

Eating? No.

Sexing? No.....maybe?

The correct gerund is VOMITING.

I was fortunate enough to snag the picture above. For all of you n00bs out there, I have the following ancient Chinese proverb. . .

". . .Drink responsibly OR YOU'LL END UP WITH A TRASHCAN STUCK TO YOUR FACE!!!."