Poem

Yeah so you don't have to read this, but it pretty much sums up the world.

Written in Early Spring (Wordsworth)

I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopp'd and play'd,
Their thoughts I cannot measure,—
But the least motion which they made
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What Man has made of Man?

Lab Bench Partner/Neighbor Girl?

Okay, so first of all, I am a mean person. But I'm sorry, I just can't decide which I think is more pathetic:

A) That the girl at the lab bench next to me has never opened a combination lock (MasterLock- you know) before, or
B) That I reteach her how to use it each and every week and each and every week she manages to close it again and must "stealthily" ask the boy on the other side of her to open for her because she's embarassed to ask me again.

Okay, nevermind, I choose B. We've had 5 labs. This problem should have resolved itself by now.

Pimpin' PMP Daddy

So on the train in the Denver airport, I saw a guy, in the corner of my eye, reading a book called "PIMP"

Or so I thought.

At first I thought, is he just trying to hip up his lingo? Is the book a joke? Is he really just socially secure enough to read such a book in public? Where are his hoes? And gold chains?

That's it. There were no hoes or gold chains, and that's when I knew there was something wrong with this situation.

The book was PMP- Project Managment Professionals.

BOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING

Good Day

Today was a good day as far as I'm concerned.

I woke up exactly 1 minute before my alarm at each of the 3 times I set it. (In the morning, after a 20 minute Union-Gallery nap, and after a 30 minute pre-PCM nap). Soooooo I didn't get much sleep, but I was still happy!

I spilled minimal ether on myself in organic chem lab today, and by minimal, I mean maximal. But that's okay, because the burning sensation is almost cool and it doesn't worry me too badly that the toxic warning sign on the reagent bottle is bigger than the ether label. Gloves? What gloves? I'm hardcore.

Insert moment of silence for my lab deskmate who accidentally vaporized her unknown solution and broke her ($expensive$) separatory funnel.

Got a bagel. The bagel man called me "yo". That was sweet of him.

There are really cool new paintings in the Union Gallery- which is AWESOME, but it means I have to sit facing the other way so I don't look at them. A girl's gotta study. Unfortunately facing the other way forces me to look out the window. I saw a girl break up with her boyfriend from a distance while, ironically, a different couple was making out on the next bench over. Ah, public school.

The Pit Preacher was at his best-- "Look at all them HOES walkin' around. Girls in JEANS!! TIGHT JEANS! This is a sin and we must live without SIN!"

I had actually seen one of the movies that Dr. Oberlander mentioned in Policy class today- SCORE for One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest! He also called me out because, apparently, my eyes got really big when he mentioned the prospect of social security running out for our parents, and that this will lead to more parents living with their children. Priceless.

Dr. O said, and I quote, "Social Security loves smoking! Social Security and Medicare should pass out cigarettes. People would die, it would be great!" It's an interesting approach to public health, I support it.

PCM was awesome. Delicious. And more awesome.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF!!!! No one, I repeat NO ONE, seems to be repeatedly lifting and dropping an entire bed in the suite above me tonight! Although, it's not 1 am yet...

It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it

I listened to Dolly Parton's 9 to 5 about 6 times walking to and from class yesterday.

I don't know why I devoted a whole entry to that, but the song makes me walk faster.