"Bring something up from the back burner."

My sister is to be a bridesmaid at a friend's wedding. This is most likely going to involve a dress. Specifically, Shrewd in a dress. Maybe even heels. And a bridesmaid's dress, at that, which are notoriously bad...

Bwahahahaha! Schadenfreude!

But only because it's Shrewd, and she has a tendency to say my Facebook profile pictures look deformed. Or my face looks deformed. She didn't specify her meaning. After her complaints about my most recent change I was considering just giving up and sketching myself, but I've since had two boys tell me the most recent "deformed" image was perfectly fine, so I stick out my tongue in her general direction and I'll put the new one back up tomorrow.

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Chemistry is killing me, but meh. I'm used to it. I'm also dying slowly as a result of my brain slowly liquefying and escaping though my nose. It's also possible that I have a cold, but I find it hard to believe I have this much fluid in my head without some of it being part of my gray matter, dissolving due to the close proximity to Spring Break.

The violent sneezing is no doubt helping the liquefication process, through repeated banging of the brain against the inside of my skull. I normally sneeze an average of 5 times in a row, but if I have a cold it's upped to like ten, and each sneeze brings tears to my eyes and nearly knocks me out of the chair.

I'm sure I look real attractive right now, bleary-eyed and drippy with a big ol' red nose...

And I'm really tired, too, because I haven't been getting enough sleep and I'm sick. I slept through the first half of a lecture today, which wouldn't be so abnormal if it wasn't at 6 pm...

Speaking of that lecture, here's today's Bad Typing Error Of The Day: "Have Faith! If I can do you, anyone can!"

I Am A Romantic Realist

I tend to be grounded when it comes to romance. Sure, I can fall hard... but only for someone I've gotten to know. And once I'm in love, I can be a total romantic goofball... But I'd never admit it to my friends!

Are You Romantic or Realistic?

"Never Throw Caution to the Wind"

Today is the Nativity of Pax, goddess of peace. It's a celebration of the birth of the essence of peace, and a celebration of peace in general. Not as big as her festival on the 3rd, though. But have a peaceful day.

Pax was the Roman equivalent of Eirene, one of the Horae and the goddess of peace and spring. She was the daughter of Jupiter/Zeus and Themis, a Titan.

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Daddy asked me this past weekend to look up the son of one of his colleagues, a man he worked with a while ago. He and the man were talking and the man mentioned that his son also goes to UNH, and is majoring in Biochemistry, so I might have run into him; Daddy promised that he'd ask me about it. He repeated the kid's name to me and I gave him a blank stare, because quite frankly, I've heard hundreds of names since I got here and I retained like, ten of them. I promised I'd check, but reminded him that there are 17,000 students at this school, 11,000 undergrads, and even if he as also in the COLSA program (which I think Biochemistry is), the chances of my having met him were slim. Since I don't leave this room.

Nevertheless, to humor him, I looked the kid up on Stalkbook and discovered that not only have I met him, he lives upstairs, next to Libentra, and hangs out with Libentra and some of Loquatia's friends that I met the other day. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was in a class with me last semester. Go figure.

Daddy wants me to go up to him and say, "Hi, my dad knows your dad, and I'm supposed to say hi to you because this gives us some important connection. And your dad wants you to call home more often." I'm thinking not so much. Most people at school are trying to get away from their families, it's not a great conversation starter...

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In other news, Facestalker has enabled me to learn that I AM A STEREOTYPE AFTER ALL! This is exciting, as I always figured I wasn't a stereotype because I don't really fit any of the stereotypes in high school- too artsy for a geek, too academics-minded for an artist (though I might have been the artsy kid except none of my friends were artsy), not weird enough for a loser and too friendly once people got to know me to really count as a shy loner kid. I'm sure people classified me as various things based on what aspect they saw the most or what I was compared to them but I never really found a stereotype I thought I fit into.

THE SILENT, STRAIGHT-LACED GEM

"This girl is rather shy, quite studious, probably pretty conservative, and usually somewhat attractive in a sort of clean, traditional, classic way. Sometimes, her quietness or straight face may be misinterpreted as indifference or the "get away from me" look, but once you get to know her, she is actually quite nice and makes a decent friend. She doesn't drink or smoke - not because she's a "goody two-shoes", but because she genuinely has no desire to. This girl may end up a loner if she's not careful - spending countless hours locked away in her dorm room, reading, or (if she pushes herself a little) can be found actually socializing. Gets along with most people, has a decent social circle, but holds just a few close friends. May need a little push to get involved in activities. Makes a reliable friend. Is a hard worker, but can enjoy having fun too." ~Group: "Summary of 99% of the people you will ever meet in college"

See, like, wow, that basically totally describes me except for the conservative bit, I'm not really conservative. Other than that, it's me. Damn. I wasn't aware that I fit so perfectly into a stereotypical group. It's kinda freaky, I'm not gonna lie.

Gotta love Facebook groups. I'm pretty sure it's the only place on earth where you can find over 500 groups devoted to the worship and/or hatred of cheese, dairy products, or cheese-related musical groups.

Artsy Kid

"Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique." "You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!"

Who Were You In High School?

"You Will Come To Realizations In Your Life That Change You Forever"

Do you have any idea how hard it is to contact your lab partners and apologize for flaking on them when all you have is one girl's first name-- no last name, no name at all for the other girl-- which you aren't even positive about, and the vague idea that one or the other lives in Scott Hall?

And when the girl whose name you might know is not on Facebook, which as how I solved this problem last semester (though admittedly then I knew the full name of my classmate)?

I find the fact that I was able to locate her email address and her phone number to be extremely impressive (and, quite honestly, creepy in the "how easy would it be to stalk someone?" sense). At least, I hope it's hers. I wasn't positive about the name and there are two girls by that name in that lab period, though the other girl is on Facebook and I can tell by her picture that it's not the one I'm looking for.

I am an idiot. But I am the MASTER of internet manipulation.

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Isoamyl acetate TOTALLY smells like banana!

I said it smelled like banana in Chem lab, when we were trying to tell what things smell like. But both the other girls smelled nail polish remover, so I let them have the majority. But turns out that the bottle next to the banana oil contained ethyl acetate-- the scent-producing chemical in nail polish remover-- so that's what they were smelling, and they totally thought that that one smelled like sweat when I was guessing something sharper and more acidic- like remover.

See, my nose is pretty damn strong. I also picked up on the similarities between the floral chypre scent of 2-methylundecanal and the spicy floral scent of linalool, and I didn't confuse "cigarette smoke" with "sweat and chocolate," either. Plus I could tell the difference between R-carvone, which smells like spearmint, and S-carvone, which smells like caraway. But the banana one was really bugging me, because I knew, so clearly, that I had smelled banana, and I couldn't understand why they thought it was nail polish remover.

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Daddy called me this morning to tell me, very excitedly, that he had recieved a notice from the school congratulating me on making highest honors. I reminded him that with a 3.91 GPA I'd've been stunned if I hadn't made them. Still, he was very excited, much more excited than I was about the whole affair. Getting straight As was a lot more exciting before I realized that Daddy will expect this next semester, and the semester after that-- and that if I maintain these grades though all of college, it basically means that I will continue to have no social life.

Great.

I Should Rule Saturn

Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye. I'm perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, I don't always follow the rules of nature. An abomination of nature, if you will. And like Saturn, to really be able to understand me, someone must delve beyond my appearance. Which, if you've been paying attention, is completely unnatural. I am not an easy person to befriend. Unless you actually like, tried. However, once I enter a friendship, I'll be a friend for life. Unless I get screwed over really, really badly. I think slowly but deeply. I only gain great understanding after a situation has past.

What Planet Should You Rule?