I just heard on the radio that to be in better mental health, one should participate in the art of writing for at least 20 minutes each day. I suppose that means if I want to be one step up from insane I should blog everyday. Good idea radio.

I'm actually using this to procastinate. I have a chemsitry test tomorrow and I designated today as Chemistry Study Day! No interruptions. I will learn all I need to know that will get me an A on the test. Alas, I have lost my enthusiasm from last night. I have slumped to the library and spread all my chemistry material (book, paper, pen, calculator, deflated brain) and decided to enjoy my drink of life without associating with chemistry.

I'm really digging a song by Maroon 5 right now; No!, I haven't turned to stupid boy bands. I don't like Maroon 5 but track 9 on their cd is very calming - at least the first part. I don't know what its called, and I don't want to. I was trying to find a computer program somewhere, so that I could burn the any song into it and take out the lyrics. Track 9 would be too awesome without the lyrics. This song was played on a movie called the Wedding Date, when "Red" was seducing Dylan McDermot. *wipes slobber from chin* That man is so sexy.

I am a biology major because I like science and finding out new things. But lately, I'm hating it. Mostly because I don't care about how to balance a formula using a half reaction method. I loathe oxidation numbers. I watch CSI - don't worry it still connects to the rest of the paragraph - I especially like NCSI. the reason is because there is a lab rat gothic girl who is involved on the NCSI team. She is my inspiration right now. I want to be able to do what she does. So now I when I'm studying for chemistry, I'll pretend to have black lipstick and my hair in ponytails (I couldn't actually turn gothic, it would ruin the reputation I hold so dear).

I have to cut my study session short because I'm on an intramural volleyball team and we play tonight from 7 to 9. Our team is called Pancakes and we can beat everybody's elses team except this one called Roadkill. They have 3 really tall men and I couldn't even tip it over their arms let alone spike over. I think we play them again tonight... blah! I'll vent on the court. toodles