Okay, just a teeny post-it sort of blogpost today. First off, Stropko, congratulations on the license, now you can sneak around the tempting hamlet of SJC on four wheels legally.
I noticed just now that this blog has three followers. We're getting popular, aren't we? Eight-odd readers and three followers, how perfectly peachy. (Yes, I said 'peachy'. Get over it.)
Not a lot has happened this week, aside from three days of school. And I haven't ditched yet, and I don't plan to. I feel very responsible. (*evil laugh*)
We've begun studying Quantum Physics in class, which is quite a trip. When your first lesson includes a Nobel-winning theory and something called Planck's Constant, you know you're in the major league. In the same vein, I must add here that I can now name all the major bones of the body, something that makes me feel very important. And I just have to, HAVE TO, add that my Bio teacher (M.Ali, not DrD) has the oddest sense of humour, ever.
Learning about bones, he remarked : "The femur is the most powerful bone in the body, I should know. Why? Because a medical student once hit me over the head with one."
And then, he told us the story of how he used to play cricket in college, and the med-students got annoyed over some faulty umpiring, so they came to beat the opposing team up, with ten hockey-sticks, and one THIGH-BONE. So much for dinner-table anecdotes.
OH! And I passed Chemistry. Sometimes, the big guy up there can't resist proving his presence to us non-believers.
I'm also indulging in a spot of artwork, which makes me feel at peace with myself. Ah, love.
Snow Patrol's album just leaked onto the Internet, and I am resisting temptation. I am NOT going to download it. I am NOT going to download 'A Hundred Million Suns'.
Two-Odd Months to Christmas.
Playlist - Blackest Eyes, Porcupine Tree;
House of the Rising Sun, Muse;
Who Wants to Live Forever, Queen.
P.S. - A slightly happier alter-ego post is in the works. Maybe this time I'll focus on the relationships instead of the breakdowns.
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Can't stop me :p
What you said is Avogadro's Number, Planck's is different. Nice try. =D
But physics scores over bio anyday. The smell of formaldehyde always pissed me off.
But yeah, formaldehyde is a stinker. =D
it is ohsowow.
ohso ohso wow.
*dies*
It pains me to say I have not yet heard it.
Although, I'll get to feel what the real album cover looks like. =D