Chapter 34: In Which It Is 12 O'clock At Night (Morning?)

I am going to babble. I believe that's what one does late at night. Or is it early morning? I'm not sure I love the way we have of counting days. The biblical Jewish way of doing it was good. Evening to evening was a day. Makes sense right? The morning was the morning, of last night's previous day, and that evening a new day began. In all fairness though, deciding what the devil the month was was not scientific. I vote we don't do that. Basically, people saw a new moon and went and told some guy, who had pictures, and they pointed at the picture, and if everyone agreed, a new month began! And then they lit fires to tell everyone. And sometimes the Samaritans, just for fun, would light fires whenever to throw people off. So. Dates of the then time, don't agree so well. But hey! Not that it's terribly relevant to anything. Also, I'm always proud of myself when I spell words right that I used to always get wrong. Sometimes, I forget that I'm not in grade school, that I'm not 12, and that other people know that too. Alas, no more gold stars for me. Not that I ever got them anyway. I sincerely believe them to be a myth, as I have never experienced them for myself. Naturally, they can't exist. So neither does heroin. Also, hair. Sometimes, I think that I wish I had long hair. And then I remember how I would look just like everyone else. And I also think that I like my short hair. Then I think how it's money. And how my current length represents an entire four months of growth. Do I really want to give that up? Especially since there are so many males who tell me to grow it out? And attractive ones? But at the same time there are people who like it short. And in the end, I don't truly care what any of them think anyway, and I'll do what I want. If only I knew what I wanted.... Oh hair. How you beset me so. Good thing I don't have to think about it until I have money and can afford to get it cut. Then I have to make a decision. Which secretly I already made. I think.... So I write unpublished blog posts. One of them was me whining. If you happened to view my blog for like, a specific five minutes, it was published for a bit. But then it stopped. So this one kind of replaces that one in the what-the-devil-is-she-going-on-about-this-has-nothing-to-do-with-anything kind of a way. Also, my leprosy is getting so much better. I just want everyone to know that I am much less leprous than I was. Though I still need to bathe in bleach a few more times. Note to all of you people who someday get a skin condition that makes your hands dysfunctional and/or causes some kind of serious pain or discomfort; rinse off after you bathe in bleach. Your skin doesn't love you otherwise. Though if you have a skin disease for which you need bleach bathing, your skin probably doesn't love you in the first place. Which is unfortunate, because it's unity at home that brings about healthy relationships. How you gonna make good relationships if your insides can't get it together? Once upon a time I deleted facebook. And sometimes I wish I hadn't. And right now is one of those times. But it's good that I don't have one, because then I would get even more distracted than I am by this blog post, and then wouldn't go to bed for hours instead of just minutes. So Phew! Good thing. That's all I'm saying. Well, no, I've said a lot. Also, I would like to add a disclaimer about bleach bathing. It merely means you put approximately a fourth cup of bleach in a full tub of water. It helps to draw out infection. So you're not really submersing yourself in chemicals. That would probably not be beneficial :) Emoticon! Now you know how I feel. Not really. You just saw the ironic smile that accompanied the last inane statement. I love dancing. And once upon a time, there was this guy at church who was super cute. And then I saw him all kinds of random places around town. Turns out that he lives with this other guy I know, and I finally met him and he has a funny laugh. Coincidences have been happening like crazy recently, and I don't know what's up with it. Also, I rather enjoy fruitsnacks... I think they would be useful on the chemistry exam that I'm going to be taking, for making up molecule models. I hear dots are the way to go, but I feel like you get more bang for your buck with fruitsnacks, and I like them better. Also, sometimes I am truly a poor college student. And realize how poor I am. I don't even have spare change. That means I have nothing. Silly rent. Silly me, not going to get paid until my employer had no checks and we went on spring break for a week. Good think I have rice and chicken, and really, that's all you need. False, on both counts, but I do have food. It's just not as exciting as it could be. I made fried rice tonight. It was good. And now there are leftovers. YAY! And.... Sometimes people happen and then I think about how I should go to bed but then I just word vomit onto this blog post that is getting really long. I know people who never use punctuation and it almost sounds like that in my head. I hope you're reading this in an entertaining fashion or this will be completely wasted on you, which would be truly unfortunate. Waste not, want not, as my good friend They says.