The morning began with the sound of choppers.
Sounds dramatic, doesn't it?
It would probably sound a whole lot less dramatic if I had said "the morning began with the sound of choppers and Hippo, crying outside of my door." I had no idea where they came from, of course, or why they were here. I didn't care very much either aside from the fact that I was annoyed that I couldn't have slept longer, but oh well.
In terms of science classes, I have nothing more to report for today aside from that fact that if you went into biochemistry, you would probably spend the rest of your life terrified of buffers, whereas "amino acids" would only trigger vague twinges of unease.
I have to remember to not walk through grassy fields while wearing sandals. I don't mean lawns, even the semi-feral, neglected types, because even those are harmless enough. I mean fields, of which there are plenty of around Davis. There is nothing like bermuda grass seeds trying to burrow into the flesh of your foot to remind you to respect mother nature. And possibly seed dispersal mechanisms. Bermuda grass is evoluntionarily quite sound. Last time I spent an hour wading through a field of them I had enough seeds buried in my jeans to start a small meadow on my own, should I feel so inclined (and I didn't). Investigating the lint trap in the dryer afterwards was fun. My life style can be summarized by the content of the lint trap: cat hair, grass seeds, and occasional remenants of some sort of paper by-product from who-knows-when. Somewhat strange, occasionally disgusting, but for the most parts gray, fuzzy, and boring. There was one instance where maleic acid might of being involved, last quarter, but I couldn't spot any differences in the lint.
I'm theorizing about lint now, which means I should probably go and do something productive like, say, study for bio. Or somehow try to live up to my classmate's expectation and get full marks on every single physics quiz.
No, not that masochistic.
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