mad scientist girl

Some people might say I’m crazy.... well... crazy is as crazy does.. or something like that. I’m starting to discover.. (or possibly I’ve known this all along).. that I’m NOT crazy... I’m normal.. it’s everyone else who is batshit insane. How do I know this? Well...... first off.. there are more of “us” than there are of “them” ..(and if you need proof I made a very scientific chart to show you) if you weren’t acting a bit odd after some life-altering moments... well then.. there might be something wrong with you. If you don’t find humor in the crazy occasionally ... there might be something wrong with you. Those are just a few of the reasons.. I quite often share with others that I’m crazy... but it’s ok cuz it’s normal to be crazy. I have noticed, however, that there are far more women toting the “crazy” than men.... and I’m not sure what that’s about .. either women are driven to levels of insanity due to the crazy things that men do to us... which is a complete...

THEN Before my parents got divorced and therefore before Christmases became awkward…… we used to decorate the Christmas tree as a family. That meant ………tinsel. If you don’t know what tinsel is, it’s the silver stringy shit that people put on their tree to make it look pretty… or IMO to make it look like silver stringy shit threw up on it. fa la la la la ..I look like crap Especially our tree. I swear our mum liked so much tinsel on the tree that you couldn’t even tell there WAS a tree underneath all the tinsel. That’s not even the worst part.. If you can believe it. The worst part was the fact that my mum insisted we put the tinsel on the tree ONE PIECE AT A TIME! Do any of you know how fucking long that takes? I’ll give you a visual…. Tinsel packs usually have like 300 pieces in a pack and my mum liked to put on 2 or 3 boxes. And I’ll say it again.. one at a time. We tried to make it fun… like when my mums back was turned, my dadwould take a whole handful and throw it on. H...

my baloney has a first name... it's nomnomnomnomnom.... thanks SO much to Adios Mofo for sharing that picture! 20 minutes later and I'm still laughing like a retarded hyena... I don't know if there is such as thing as a retarded hyena.. but I guess if we believe Disney... I know I haven't posted in a LONG time... but I've been SUPER busy... hence the crazy. but it could be the copious amounts of chemistry I'm studying... I have organic chemistry, analytical chemistry and coordination chemistry. Then next term MORE organic chemistry and some physical chemistry and maybe some inorganic chemistry... just thrown in there for good measure... cuz I'm just an insanely masochistic and crazy person I love chemistry so much! I'm really loving school though... I forgot how much I missed being intellectually stimulated on a regular basis. Working as a receptionist doing grunt work really didn't do it for me... plus the shitty pay was .. well.. shitty. ...

I told my work yesterday that I'd be quitting my job to go back to school.  This should be easy by now as this is the 3rd time I've had to quit a job to pursue my dreams, but somehow it's not.  I feel guilty, sad, and all those other emotions that you typically feel when you go through a big change in life.  Part of me is really excited at the prospect of being a student again.  There are a lot of benefits to student life: being able to wear jeans, yoga pants or whatever the hell else I want to work every day.. even my pj's if I wanted to...... although only weird people do that so I'll stick with jeans and yoga pants having a lot more free time in the day.. homework does consume about 10-15 hours a day but somehow it's not the same as doing a straight 8 hour day and at least I CAN do my homework in my pj's the BRAIN .. no, not in a zombie type of way... in the way that I miss the intellectual stimulation of being in a classroom setting every day So ...