mad scientist girl

If you’re anything like me.. then you’re a lazy bastard. In being a lazy bastard, you don’t like to do stuff.... but when you don’t do stuff.... the stuff.. starts to attack you. the dishes decide to pile up in the sink the poop builds up in the litter boxes the crumbs scatter themselves all over the floor if you have no sense of smell, sight or feeling... then the above probably isn’t a big deal..  however, if you don’t like living like a bum, you might want to do something about your stuff.. but you’re a lazy bastard... therein lies the conundrum. so what do you do? do actual work? FUCK NO! you’re a lazy bastard, remember? so you fake it!  trophy wives have been doing it for years.. and they have the IQ of gnats.. so it can’t be that hard, right? so your dishes are in the sink piling up with food crusted on them and your dishwasher is on the fritz.... what can you do? make “washing dishes” a chore for your kids ...

Spring Is Here , a set on Flickr. I decided to go for a jaunt (who uses that word nowadays?) ... in the sun and took some flower pics... check 'em out!

when all else fails.... make 'em laugh. since I have absolutely no sense of humor lately.... the bf and I have both been sick for days.. ... I have impending finals. ...our house looks like a homeless shelter.... due to the sick. sooooo... I'm relying on the internet to make you laugh today. Don't give me a hard time... I deserve a break every now and then. I bring you.... Funny Internet Video's Vol. 2: My first video is brought to you by ...well I don't know.. but it makes me laugh every time I watch it.. The second video is something that I could totally see our ferrets doing... which makes me nervous to ever have children... not that I wasn't already neurotic enough about the subject. This video is from an amazing artist ... or something like that... either way it's hilarious. The fourth video is for all the cat lovers and owners out there... if this doesn't make you laugh... well.. you just might not have a soul. Don...

so I know I've been kind of ...not around lately.... I blame Mr. Puddles... (my depression) .. don't ask my why I needed to give it a name... and don't even bother to ask why it's a man. I'm just weird that way, OK? I also blame my teachers... did you know they actually want you to do work for your grades?.. it's CRAZY.. I know.... In keeping with that ... I wrote my latest story for my writing class... and thought I'd post it here for your delight! Outside the window, the city was quiet; like sleeping fairy dust had put everyone in a slumber until it was all over. Just like in the fairy tales; only this wasn’t a story, it was real life. The red, pus-filled wound on my arm was the only sign that I’d been bitten; three days ago, now. This morning, however, I started to notice some disturbing effects after my husband, Gerald, brought me breakfast. He laid my tray of food down on the side table, and I felt a longing to bite into the soft flesh of his neck...

did you know that chemistry is fun? I see you guys shaking your heads... but it is really.. I promise! Where else can you relate the geometry of molecules to porn stars boobs? ...CIS AND TRANS baby! (that probably won't make sense to 50% of you, but that's ok) It's also what makes up our entire universe... the UNIVERSE people... without chemistry, we wouldn't exist. That's basically all kinds of awesomesauce right there. You know what else you can do with chemistry... you can make bizarre analogies like USe your Vacuum while wAtching TV and Hang Your Shorts Please! (or something like that, I’m not quite sure) ALSO ... chemistry has BIG ligands.... like, real big. (it’s a good thing) ..oh, and “that’s what she said” this random post is brought to you by “Did You Know” from Just Jennifer and MotherhoodTruth ... you should definitely check them out... and link up.. cuz I’d like to know what you all know... and because Jen is super ...

this is my 2nd attempt at a short story.. definitely better than the first. Give it a read, and let me know what you think! This is the story of how I died. It all comes back to one thing, or rather, one person. Collin. It all began with Collin. It was my first semester at university and all my life had been building to this moment. I was a straight "A" student in high school, part of all the clubs: Drama, Yearbook, Student Council, World Involvement, Eco Awareness. I had fully prepared for my first university class with my five pencils all sharpened to the same length. I sat in the front row, because I liked my professor to be aware of how astute I was. I ignored most of the students coming in because I had a feeling it would be like high school. I wasn’t very popular in high school; people were mostly jealous of me. They liked to shun me because I got the best marks and the teachers all liked me. As class began, a young man sat in the row behind me to my right. This is ...

maybe it’s the fact that I have a midterm tomorrow which requires me to know an entire page full of formula’s, laws, derivations, and equations…. or maybe it’s because this week’s (or last week's, or this week's? .. I'm so confused) Spreadable Cheese from Cheesy Bloggers is about memory. I don’t know why …or how ..or when it started, but my memory has more holes than swiss cheese. For reals… I can remember things that happened in elementary and high school but ask me what I did last Tuesday.. and I have to think about it for a minute. I don’t think that’s normal. Though it’s becoming ever more clear to me that “normal” isn’t even normal and no one is really, truly normal… and really… who WANTS to be normal… that’s boring.. and if I’m one thing… I’m anything BUT boring! I could relate my memory problems to the multiple times I’ve had a concussion (self-inflicted of course.. from the person who trips on flat surfaces) Or possibly the time that I d...