Sugar, Quinine and The Sky..

I am starting to realise how incredibly lame this blog is.. I mean it really Andrew Zimmerns like a giraffe. By that I mean that I have 300 views over all, and most of those come from you. Haha, thats a blog joke I made up. What I am trying to say is that reading it is unpleasant. This is partly due to the fact that setting myself the goal of writing about something different and interesting every day was bound to have some consequences.. Such as what you are about to read.

Well, I have a paper to write.. The last one ever this year. All I need to do is format a few citations and write a conclusion and I will be done with the potato famine forever. I have another meeting with Charlie the writing coach tomorrow ( 2 meetings are required to pass the class) who will look over my conclusion for me, and I will pretend to take her advice, before going straight to my professor's office to hand the whole paper in. I am not doing this because I wont or can't take criticism, but because the only meeting I could book a week in advance at the KSC writing center was an hour before my paper has to be handed in, and there is no negotiation on deadlines. I think I will be able to do a good enough job that whatever Charlie doesn't like will be down to personal taste and not literary exponentailism... Whatever that means.

My friends, I am getting old. I have 19 years and that means that in dog years I am older, and that dog years are shorter. I thought that something only the middle aged and elderly faced was the sensation of time slipping through your fingers like a cord of fine silk, only you are unable to close your hand enough to grip it. To be fair, that only happens when I wake up around 2 in the afternoon, and the reason it happens to old people is because of crippling arthritis. .. "Tony, stop being wierd!!" "OK" said Tony, as he preceded to inflate a latex glove with his nose.

In the best of all possible worlds, chipmunks would wear cologne.