Hazards of Parked Cars
Today's laugh: "He's an amazing mimic, your bird."
Today's song: Paul Mac and Bertie Blackman - The Only One
Took on my first master's midterm week and lived to tell the tale! All the while I was freaking out and agonizing like the rest, and despite what may have gone down, all I do now is flick my collar and go, "Pfft...that wasn't so tough." But denial is a defense mechanism. (Nah, I just don't talk about how I think I did for reasons of superstition.)
I walked into a parked car the other day. A passing female caught my attention and then BAM. Of course, I tried to act like I meant to do it while simultaneously pretending it hadn't happened at all. Indeed, I've been told time and again that I'm mentally stuck as a 12-year-old boy; a predicament that won't right itself until puberty hits. Worst part is this isn't the first time this has happened. Yes, Simmons, this is one of your grad students.
The only thing that makes raspberry flavor better is if it's artificially colored blue. One little problem with Boston is it seems more health conscious than where I'm used to, and hence no blue candy for Milo. I've been jonesin' so hard lately for my once-common fix that I'm tempted to buy ten pounds of blue raspberry gummy bears. Come on, tell me they don't look awesome. Actually, if I just search for blue raspberry candy in general on Amazon, I start freaking out. Too many good things. Shame that my rationality gets the better of me...sometimes. There's the Count Chocula incident that I tend not to talk about...