Last night I went with the asian club to do bowling. It was one of those things that I was initially not so inclined to do, but I'm glad I did. Felt like I sort of got to know some other people, (including a symphonic metal rocker), as well as scare and annoy some others. Well, I guess everyone. I'm too competitive. (Haha, I bowled a 209!) Need to learn to phenotypically express more of my emotionless Japanese genes. I only make a fool out of myself.
Thomsen still makes his foolish jokes, and they're still quite novel:
“Make a model. Carry it around with you. Impress your friends.”
and on stereoisomerism:
“You left handed people will like this. Sinister, for left handed. Evil. There are some cultures where they’d kill the left handed, or take them all and leave them on an island because they thought they were evil.”
Hmm, you'd have to be there.
Maybe I should stop drinking the milk. That's just creepy.
I'll leave you with some lyrics and a song you should listen to:
“Lie, cheat, steal... our guilt, our blame, I've been far too sympathetic.” Tool – Intolerance
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I was on a... oh wait, I won't drop that low in humor society. You did get some rain there recently, did you not?
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