Good Lawd

Hey ladies and gents. Bevcat here. Spencer and Anna are over, partying hard. We're having a Big Bang Theory marathon, something we do nearly every day. Drinking soda and tea. OH, the joys of city life. Meow meow meow.

Today I cleaned the microwave, a piece of machinary I don't even use. As a reward for the soul-breaking task, I bought myself a new lipstick. Crosswires by MAC. Orangey-pink. Foxy. I love makeup almost as much as I love SCIENCE. That statement is probably not true. Science > cosmetics, guys.

I'm eager for winter term to start. My schedule is perfect. GRAVITY WOULD HAVE BEEN APPARENT TO ME WITHOUT THE APPLE. Gosh I don't know why I'm blogging right now. I need to update this blog more often. I like it better than I like my tumblr.

"I look like a flamingo on Ritalin!"
Oh god it only gets better. Hold on. Need next episode.
Next episode is on. I hate sitcoms that are not Big Bang.

S and I have a dream of attending Columbia and being taught by Brian Green. That would be so fucking awesome. I hear knocking. Bye.

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AP Classes

I don't want to take anymore AP Classes.
I took way too many AP Classes.


In calculus class I learned about logarithms. You don't learn algebra until you take calculus.
In statistics class I learned that lies are truth. In history I learned who killed lincoln it was John Wilkes Booth.

I learned in Biology, all about taxonomy. God created you and me, in a primordial sea. Amino acids, cells and shit. God created all of it. Seven days then rest a bit. Load a bong and take a hit.

Now we're in college and we're paying for grades. I haven't been to classes in a couple of days. AP diplomat what do you think of that? Its pretty fuckin phat aieeeeeee.

I<3snacks

when unix computers talk to each other,
the first one says "syn,"
the second says "ack."
then, again:
"syn."
"ack."
thus, a serial connection is established.
and it is good.

-S

Dear Pondskum,

I am honored to be a part of you. I feel like our molecules are combining in a way more intimate than the act of procreation could ever be.

Today, two of our beautiful friends are visiting the Beverlair.

We have so much candy.

That is all.

Sup

This blog is hereby revived from the dead. Posted on the portland max.

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