Foresight

I believe days have themes to them. The theme for Friday is foresight. I knew I would get lost on my way to Jacksonville: I got lost 5 times. What was normally an hour and a half drive became for me a three hours. I got lost in Gainesville and lost an hour there, and then I got lost in Jacksonville and spent a good thirty minutes trying to get back on the right road. Today was just a bad driving day in general, because I only got three or four hours of sleep, and I ran quite a few red lights today.

The second run in with my intuitive capabilities came just half an hour ago. Right now it's 1:52, so it would have been 1:20 when it happened, but I still consider this Friday night rather than Saturday morning. Anyway, my Ate Beth and I went to the karaoke bar, which was virtually empty when we first arrived. We got to take turns in singing songs. And then, there was a contest wherein you sing, and the machine grades you: if you score a 97 or above, you are in the championship karaoke competition. The machine does not accept musical stylings or anything of the kind, so When I sang "Colors of the wind," it gave me an 80-something. I've learned not to consider criticism that comes from a brainless entity. Anyway, the entrance fee was two dollars. I initially said no, because I never got above a 90 on that thing, let alone a 97, but I gave in during the middle of the competition anyway. People began filling up the place, and I sang Britney Spears' "baby one more time." People were hootin', and I was shakin' my tailfeather, and everyone shook their heads with dismay as they saw a "76" flash on the screen. Oh well...

Anyway, I got off track of my original story and started talking about myself (how vain). The story is about my Ate Beth. So, she first entered the competition singing Abba's "Chiquitita," which she scored a 96 on. That was in itself a travesty. She didn't want to sing again, but all thes people kept encouraging her, and sure enough, she gave in. She didn't know which Tagalog song to sing, so she handed me two papers with the names on them. I chose one, and she sang it, and she scored a 99! I knew she would make it.

So, now it's 2 AM, and I'm tired. I planned on studying my chemistry notes right now, but I'd rather flush it down the toilet. So, I think I'll just turn in for the night.

That bio test was a walk in the park; it was as easy as pie; it was as easy as yo momma, fo' sheezy!

I needed some happiness amidst all the stress I've been under, and what better form for happiness to take than as a reward for hard work?

And on the other end of the spectrum, hard work does not always pay off, because I was up until three in the morning trying to finish that thermodynamics homework. Around two I realized that it was pointless in trying to understand, so I made an attempt to just write some BS and receive partial credit, but how can you BS something that makes no sense at all? So, I turned in the incomplete homework in to Professor Lear. I hope that he at least gets a good laugh out of it. But, I'd rather not dwell on this humiliation right now.

Pressure isn't always messured in kiloPascals

It's especially sad that I'm now saying things that only a true physics or engineering student would appreciate, so sorry non-scientist people. Anyway:

I have 7 days to understand 3 chapters of physics
I have 4 days to master acid/base reactions
I have a 12 hours to understand the difference between meiosis and mitosis
And, I have a thermodynamics homework due 7:25 tomorrow morning, and not even half of it is done.

I'm supposed to be going to Jax this weekend too for my cousin's b-day; I'll definitely go, but I can't guarantee that I won't bring my homework along. =( unhappy times