Orange juice and baking soda

Joseph's method

People cease to amaze me.  No lie.  When I think I've heard and seen it all, something else comes out of the wood work. Sometimes, I just wonder how and why people do or say the things they do. Then again, I wouldn't waste my time nor sanity trying to understand people that I really don't care about.
So, Chemistry class a few days ago was the greatest ever. We had gotten a new chart on different types of reactions. Some of them were obvious, yet others not so much. One of them was a type of decomposition where when an acid and base mix to produce salt water. After discovering this, Joseph expressed his idea as to how the ocean was formed. He said, "So, Acid Mountain plus Base Mountain equals salt water. Lots of salt water makes ocean. So, I think that orange juice and baking soda makes oceans. There. Sheer genius." Hah, I adore that guy. He makes class so much more amusing. Just goes to show that the thought process of a guy isn't all that grand at times.
So, to address a lingering topic, apparently I'm a "huge liar". Really? Allow me to enlighten you oh bad-mouthers. I rarely lie. Everyone does sooner or later in life, this we have established. Although nine times out of ten, I'm simply being sarcastic. I'm sarcastic to the level of obnoxious and nauseating sometimes. Some people see it as lying, others see it as being a bitch, and people that know me realize that it's just a part of my personality. I have no shame in my frequent use of sarcasm. But to call me a liar is just exaggerating.
Speaking of lies, apparently, I'm spreading them about other people as well. Again, really?! Somebody just needs to get over themselves. I have better things to do with my spare time than to speak of something I don't care about. Case closed, enough said.
Have I mentioned how much I love lunch conversations? I think not. Allow me to elaborate. My friends and I tend to strike conversations that vary from, "See, ugly people are meant for each other.", to, "...So then I proceeded to own him on Black Ops while stoned. I dare you to try that. It's not as easy as it sounds.", to, "She's a whore! Everyone knows that! Go, walk up to that guy over there and ask him about her. Ten bucks says he'll start to explain their encounters of rigorous activity.", to lastly, "I dislike it when I can't determine someone's gender by their appearance. You should go ask... Better yet, Let's just yell "Hey girl!" and "Hey boy!"; seeing which it responds to." Where would I be without Kate, Cory, Mandi, and Ryan? I have no idea. Sad part is, half of it consists of picking on horrendous people. Call it cruel but there's just nothing better to talk about at TD.
Moving on, I think I'm going to do a 30-day-challenge blog; instead of doing it in a photo album like everyone else. I'll probably just use the Keep Me Post-it URL instead of making a new page. I'll post the link within the next few days and keep it on the side. One could also access it by going to my profile, scrolling down, and selecting the "30 Day Challenge" blog.


Click on the title. It's america in a nut shell. Well, sort of.


L M Butler

"His name is Brian."

Oh, Valentine's Day. Gag. It's a bit of a nauseating day, in my opinion. Hah. But it's just another day to me. Everyone walks around the halls with jumbles of balloons and bags with gifts from their beaus and/or friends. If one doesn't have a "significant other", it's a bit of a lonely holiday. I just happened to get blue roses today from a certain someone today. T'was a sweet surprise. Although, I'll admit it wasn't my favorite Valentine's Day gift. Last year was the most unique, by far. All in all, it was a crappy day with a great ending.

So, because I had history today, Mr. Duncan themed the story towards Valentine's Day. Most. Hilarious. Story. Ever. He told us about the time when he was waiting tables back in his 20's, and a couple walked in as happy and lovable as could be. Long story short, his friend ended up waiting on the table. The couple ordered over $300 worth the food and drinks, but asked for all of it to only be prepared and not cooked. As his friend was taking another order at the neighboring table, he overheard the couple's conversation. The husband said, "Babe, there's something I need to tell you... I've been hiding something from you." The wife replies, "Yes? Is it bad? What's wrong?" "I know we've been married for fifteen years now and I love you very much. But, I've been seeing someone else... I've had an affair...", the man replies. "Who's the whore you asshole?! Who is she?! Do I know her?" "His name is Brian...", the husband says. Can you say, worst Valentine's Day news, ever?! Hilarious. Highlight of the school day, by far.

Exciting news on my part. I have kidney stones again. For the fourth time in the past three and a half months. Lucky friggen' me, eh? Yeah, I'm elated. I'm going back to the Urologist again tomorrow. Hopefully he'll be able to tell me something that I can do to keep these little bladder rocks away. They're the most painful thing I've ever had to deal with. I pity anyone who's ever had to deal with them.

The weather here in Virginia is crazy. I mean, it just snowed last Wednesday night- Thursday morning, and today it was a beautiful 68 degrees (Fahrenheit). It's expected to be high 50s and 60s all this week. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I just think Mother Nature needs to decide on freezing cold or Spring. I'm rooting for Spring, personally.

I have so much that I could should probably be doing, but I really don't feel like doing it. It's terrible. I've become so lazy. I think it's the narcotics I'm having to take for the stones. Have I mentioned how much I can't wait to get rid of these little suckers?

I'm looking forward to going to UVA for a week this summer to check it out, "live a week in the life" of a student, and all that jazz. The full shabang, ya know? I think it'll be great. Then next summer, LONDON! I'm hype beyond belief. Time away is just what I need.

L M Butler

Can we say, muzzle?

 I've become quite a procrastinator here lately.  There's really nothing or anyone I can blame for that.  Except for maybe one... Two... Three people in particular, but I don't play the lets-point-fingers game anymore.  In other words, I'm back to pulling all-nighters and everything.  At least I'm trying to.  That just doesn't always work out.  Although that usually happens around January for me.  Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.  Enough said.
So, people need to learn to keep their mouths shut.  Is that really that difficult?  Geez.  It's like anything I seem to say spreads like wildfire.  Or if somebody "finds" something out about me, everyone knows before I do.  Honestly, I'm this close to the smack-a-hoe option, rather than to ignore it.  I tend to pick my battles carefully.  Indiscreet people are trifling.  There are very few people I trust anymore, and one of them is a little ironic.  Considering that he and I only talk occasionally.  I know he's a good guy at heart though, so he's pretty chill in my book.
I'm tired beyond belief right now and busy just (as I've said before) isn't the word.  I have this R4L fundraiser to get accomplished and on a smooth sail, rehearsals, meetings, my campaign, five novels to have read by Wednesday, other miscellaneous work to do.  It's just blah.  I'll be happy when February is over.  March should be pretty calm.  That's what I'm hoping for.
Time appears to be going by so very fast.  It's amazing how it does.  I meant to post once more before January was over, but I just didn't have the time.  Eh, I'll get over it.  Hah.
I can't wait for summer to get here.  I'm all antsy about it.  I'm just so excited for graduation to be over with this year and to rid myself of Thomas Dale Jail for a while.
Also, guess what.  Just guess who's back to being a buttface again.  C'mon.  Really?  I'm more annoyed than impressed, man.  I'm not too sure that the person understands that I only get more irritated the more they're wishy-washy.  I don't know why I bother.  Ohh, I know.  Because I have to see him every day.  Ugh, people.  They just flat out suck sometimes most of the time.  Can't live with'em, can't live without'em.  Well, one could live without them but I'd rather not be alone one-hundred percent of the time.


Lastly, click on the title and it'll take you to the forty-sixth coolest thing ever.  Just goes to show, the British are clever.  Just saying.


L M Butler