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Ah the rainiest day of all

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morganmcrae:

Ahem,

Last night, I cut my finger.  Last night I sliced my skin.  It bled for at least one half of an entire hour, and yet I was unaffected.  Danny said that I should make sure and wash it thoroughly, use iodine and then wrap it (applying pressure) with a bandage, and to make sure and use Neosporin to keep the wound clean.  I’m so lucky to have Danny around to make sure my wounds do not become infected.  The bandage is white and secured tightly around my right thumb.  From a distance, it looks as though my hand is attached to a marshmallow.  However, I must warn anyone who reads this; some marshmallows are better left unconsumed.  For if one were to bite into my thumb, they would surely be disappointed by the lack of sweetness overall.  I do believe their mouth would be flooded with an “irony” or “ironic,” (“iron-like”) taste.  Also, the flesh would be difficult to chew, and even harder to swallow.  I feel like I have exhausted this point.  Nonetheless, thanks Danny for your kind and tender care.

As usual, I am in Earth Science class with not a lot to do.  My marshmallow thumb (it all seems to come back to the M.T.) is furiously hitting upon my space bar.  I’m sure my space bar appreciates the extra padding.  Also, since I can’t put too much suddon pressure on my M.T. I must strike the button gingerly, so as not to further damage my body.  Honestly, the space bar seems absolutely smitten with its newfound lack of pressure.  I digress.  Our Earth Science teacher is talking about the intake of oxygen, and evolution.  I find it a bit funny that they woulud teach evolution at a Catholic Institution.  I believe in evolution, PLEASE don’t get me wrong.  Its just funny

So, good news.  No monkey ever fucked out a human.  So, that’s good.  Apparently, we are some glorified fish, that crawled out of the pond (or lake, whatever) and sprouted some legs.  Then, the amphibians didn’t want to have to give birth in a pond anymore, so one of them was like, “Hey Bill, let’s just create some little circles and put our babies in there.  Then, it’ll just be like their in the water, except they will be contained in a hard outer shell,” to which the other amphibious creature replied, “Yes.  That sounds like a plan.  Let me just evolve a bit and shit out some eggs!”  Thus, the age of the reptiles was beginning.  Then, there were humans… or something like that.

My thumb doth dance free.

It assures plastic space bars,

that it is gentle.

Well, this is perhaps the most useless compilation of reading material ever to be put in cyberspace.  Thanks, the two of you (or whatever) for reading.  Of course, had I said any of this out loud, you should have told me to quiet my flapping mouth.  Since it is in digital print, it is much more interesting right?

Update on Danny:  He is browsing facebook.com, reading everyone’s statuses (statusi), just so he knows how everyone is doing.  I’m a bit scared that Danny looks at my profile every night before he sleeps.  Something just gives me the sinking feeling that this has been going on for a while now.  Like I’m being watched at about 3:00 AM. Anyways, I might confront him about it tomorrow.

Wash your hands.

I did squeeze your thumb to apply pressure.

The squeezing is quite pleasing

Ah the rainiest day of all

Ahem,

Last night, I cut my finger.  Last night I sliced my skin.  It bled for at least one half of an entire hour, and yet I was unaffected.  Danny said that I should make sure and wash it thoroughly, use iodine and then wrap it (applying pressure) with a bandage, and to make sure and use Neosporin to keep the wound clean.  I’m so lucky to have Danny around to make sure my wounds do not become infected.  The bandage is white and secured tightly around my right thumb.  From a distance, it looks as though my hand is attached to a marshmallow.  However, I must warn anyone who reads this; some marshmallows are better left unconsumed.  For if one were to bite into my thumb, they would surely be disappointed by the lack of sweetness overall.  I do believe their mouth would be flooded with an “irony” or “ironic,” (“iron-like”) taste.  Also, the flesh would be difficult to chew, and even harder to swallow.  I feel like I have exhausted this point.  Nonetheless, thanks Danny for your kind and tender care.

As usual, I am in Earth Science class with not a lot to do.  My marshmallow thumb (it all seems to come back to the M.T.) is furiously hitting upon my space bar.  I’m sure my space bar appreciates the extra padding.  Also, since I can’t put too much suddon pressure on my M.T. I must strike the button gingerly, so as not to further damage my body.  Honestly, the space bar seems absolutely smitten with its newfound lack of pressure.  I digress.  Our Earth Science teacher is talking about the intake of oxygen, and evolution.  I find it a bit funny that they woulud teach evolution at a Catholic Institution.  I believe in evolution, PLEASE don’t get me wrong.  Its just funny

So, good news.  No monkey ever fucked out a human.  So, that’s good.  Apparently, we are some glorified fish, that crawled out of the pond (or lake, whatever) and sprouted some legs.  Then, the amphibians didn’t want to have to give birth in a pond anymore, so one of them was like, “Hey Bill, let’s just create some little circles and put our babies in there.  Then, it’ll just be like their in the water, except they will be contained in a hard outer shell,” to which the other amphibious creature replied, “Yes.  That sounds like a plan.  Let me just evolve a bit and shit out some eggs!”  Thus, the age of the reptiles was beginning.  Then, there were humans… or something like that.

My thumb doth dance free.

It assures plastic space bars,

that it is gentle.

Well, this is perhaps the most useless compilation of reading material ever to be put in cyberspace.  Thanks, the two of you (or whatever) for reading.  Of course, had I said any of this out loud, you should have told me to quiet my flapping mouth.  Since it is in digital print, it is much more interesting right?

Update on Danny:  He is browsing facebook.com, reading everyone’s statuses (statusi), just so he knows how everyone is doing.  I’m a bit scared that Danny looks at my profile every night before he sleeps.  Something just gives me the sinking feeling that this has been going on for a while now.  Like I’m being watched at about 3:00 AM. Anyways, I might confront him about it tomorrow.

Wash your hands.

What Danny is Doing In EAS

Danny is typing an email.  When Danny types on his computer, he does so rather daintily, and something additionally funny, is the fact that his facial expression reflects that of a concerned mother hen, looking after her chicks in the barnyard.  Oh, how he does edit, and edit, and push his backspace button to make sure that his email is as perfect as possible.  Allow me to peer over his shoulder to acquire information about his writing style… one moment…  Ah, it appears to be a biblical email.  He is writing to Noah, probably to forewarn him about the coming weather patterns.

This would make sense too, because our instructer is talking, ABOUT WEATHER PATTERNS!  It’s good to see that Danny can not only pay attention to our professor, but can also incorporate his education into his daily life and relationships.

It appears that intermittently with his email writing, he is checking some sort of excel sheet.  I bet that this is a scientific collection of data from topography and other weather patterns.  Noah should feel assured that he will be taken care of as long as Danny keeps paying attention in class, and collecting data on the Earth as a solid system.

Earlier today, Danny was .  . . oh hold on, I’ve just been passed a flyer for Earth Day. I’m going to try to spurn Danny’s interest in this flyer.  One moment, I will track his response to my introduction of the Earth Day flyer.…

Ok, it is at times like these that I realize how much of a monster Mr. Maly truly is.  I tried to spark his interest in the Earth Day Scavenger Hunt, and also in the Earth Day Inter-faith Service on the Lawn.  He wouldn’t even pay attention to my banter and my genuine concern for our planet!  He just kept typing his fucking email!!!  What an asshole!  I finally was able to get him to look at the flyer and consider these wonderful extra-curricular activities offered by our university.  He responded:  ” I hate the Earth!”  Can you believe this ghastly response?  Danny must not know what its like to plant a budding tree in the ground so that it may latch on to the soil around its roots and grow with the grace of nature.  Danny sees mother nature as a mere prostitute, standing on the street corner, with a raging urge to make money from her body.  Danny would probably have no problem owning an oil company or mining facility!  His head is full of bees.  He hates the earth?  My rage at this moment has inspired a haiku:

Danny sits, emails

and has no regard for Earth

fye upon his teets

His Apple is white

and his soul is black with hate

for our Mother. . Earth

Thank you.  There are more updates to come regarding Danny and his conduct in the university setting.  Dont’ worry. If we all attempt to save the Earth, we can overcome demons like Danny Maly, who only serve to pollute our water, soil and atmosphere.  All this time, i thought he was listening intently for to find a solution to our global problems. but it turns out that he actually “hate[s] the Earth.”

Tears stream down my face.

Today

The world is interesting and still may have some hope:

There’s been news recently that a lot of people have most likely heard about.  Our president is going to talk with the Russian Prime Minister, Dmitry Medvedev, about reduction of nuclear arms in both our own country and in Russia.  This is a huge progression since the Cold War ended so long ago.  Although, I think that as the generations continued to grow up, we just all forgot about that disagreement.  I know that I certainly don’t care about some butthurt leader holding a grudge from a war that took place decades ago.

If you think about it, a nuclear weapon would not be beneficial to anyone, even the country that launched it.  Its like if you and your friends were playing basketball and in order to prevent the other team from winning, one team decided to tear down the other teams goal.  The entire integrity of the game would be lost, and you would not have proved your superiority at all.  I’m not saying that everyone who “wins” a war is right (after all, Hitler was theoretically “winning” WWII for a while), but if you are just going to destroy everything including the Earth itself, you should really go fuck yourself right off.

No one should have to be anxious or scared about a nuclear attack.  Imagine walking to your next class that you’re late for.  Your in a hurry and trying to remember if you had a written assignment for Earth Science that you certainly did not do because it was obviously busy work designed by your teacher to prove that she is at least doing something (besides talking about what rocks are made of).  You run into a friend, who delays your trip to class even further, but just as you say “Last night I was balls deep in this… ,” a wall of air hits you and seconds later, your body is literally incinerated.  And that’s the end.

In that split second, would you be thinking, “oh yea, (fill in leader’s name) of (fill in country) was right?”  Probably not.

I do not claim to be an expert on war or anything.  These are just some random thoughts in my head that have accumulated since I read this news about Obama meeting Medvedev earlier.

My Earth Science teacher is talking about… just a second… oh yes, clay and sand blocking the flow of water.  I’m thinking about a nuclear attack.  Danny is reading people’s twitter (or just masking the porn screen he actually has up on his new Macbook).

-M

In Earth Science

I’ve recently started this tumblr thingy…

Perhaps the only time I will post is during my less interesting classes, like Earth Science.  The rundown:  she goes on and on about erosion, weathering, soil deposition, etc.  but what it basically boils down to is, “dirt naturally falls down hills,” or “rivers can carry rocks downstream, but eventually they get stuck and don’t move for a while.”  Basic science is just really putting terms on things that we already know.  If I wanted to study medicine or something, it would probably be more interesting, but at the basic level, I think I’ll spend my time posting pointless paragraphs on this thingy.

Danny is sitting here next to me, texting on his phone.  I guess he doesn’t much care for answering questions about friction during erosion either.  Wow, until I wrote it down, I never had realized how cynical my brain is regarding this lady’s teaching style.  Oh shit, she just asked the class what the “500-year flood” was, and she looked right at me.  Hopefully she thinks I was typing my profound thoughts about dirt… rolling down hills.

Ryan has his notes out and pen in hand.  He’s rubbing his chin and looking at the pillar.  I guess he’s not interested either.…

Ok well I feel like this has been beneficial to my life, and to whomever’s life is reading this post.  Maybe I’ll leave a more meaty entry later on.

-M