Okay okay. It was me.
As I was sitting there, half-listening to the professor, sketching a lopsided brain diagram while I toggled in my mind an estimated time to which my seatmates would arrive, the professor commented to an answer he read in the quiz we had last week.
Notes to self:
Pars triangularis and pars opercularis do not cover the insular lobe. It's not even a gyrus for pete's sake.The easiest way to get inside a professor's memory bank is to give him a heart attack (therefore nearly killing him) with the extraordinary powers of your stupid answers.A change of first name, surname, and possibly even your...
moar angsty self-censorship
It's funny how sometimes no matter how positively spiffy your life appears to be, you begin to take notice of those little cracks on the wall, the minute specks of peeling paint, the slight rusting at the edge of your roof.
You've just bought that adorable furniture you've always wanted and everything seems to be running as it should be: house by the seaside, seabreeze strategically blowing through your porch, your new couch facing the tv at your optimal viewing distance, well-stocked fridge, a PC completely attuned to your working habits, satisfactory intellectual life, your books...
Papa Dearest Goes Halloween
There are two freaking candles standing in front of our doorway, casting an eerie yellow glow on our front yard.
Gawd. I hate Halloween.
Because right where I am now, Halloween doesn't necessarily equate with candies and kiddie costumes. Our country's Halloween customs are quite fundamentalist: ghosts, scary stuff, cemetery, scary stuff, man-eating monsters, and more scary stuff. The TV's starting to fill up with ghost-interest stories (haha) and some random ouija board horror mayhem. I am not a fan of horror movies, or anything remotely scarier than a sleepy cat. So me and Daddy dearest...
back from the land of papers
A number of weeks ago, I said to myself:
*brain noise**brain noise* "Before I start keeping this sort of autobiographical drivel in the net again *brain noise**brain noise* I swear *brain noise* I'll change the layout I'm so tired of and *brain noise* stop these ridiculous *brain noise* noises *brain noise* *brain noise* *brain noise* in my head *brain noise*"
And well, after imposing such strict terms for my long hiatus, look what I came back with? A nonchange in my layout. Such is my affliction of laziness.
*more brain noise*
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In other matters, everybody's getting extremely...
