I'm afraid that my baby was mad at me. What did I do to her, you ask? I'm a guy; guys never know what they did wrong, right? *ahem....uh.. this baby I'm talking about is my desktop computer. But I seem to have gotten lost in the reference. Anyway, that picture is evidence that my baby was mad at me, because she was just straight up lying to me =(. But, after a good night's sleep and a fresh restart on our relationship. I think my baby is happy again.
On to chipsticks! No, chipsticks is not a new brand of fishsticks based on potato chips. That would be disgusting... Then again... french fries are called chips over there on the other side of the ocean. They are also in the shape of sticks. So maybe those are true chipsticks. But that wasn't the point! See recently I've been inundated with schoolwork deadlines and homeworks and exams. Thus, I have been spending much time, uncharacteristically, doing homework and such. (But really, I probably slack of 90% of the time and end up doing nothing except complaining about how much work I have)
In either case, snacks are the lifeblood of homework sessions, are they not? But the predicament is this: I like barbeque flavored chips. Barbeque flavored chips are powdery. Barbeque flavored chips' powder ends up on fingers. Homework requires either utilizing a writing utensil or the keyboard. Writing utilities do not like powdery fingers. THUS!, my solution is to use hardware finger extensions! BAM!
Ok, well *I* thought it was clever. So if you ever walk in on me and see me with some chopsticks eating chips, it is *not* ridiculous. It is a perfectly logical solution. So anyway, I have now adopted the style of eating snacks with chopsticks while studying. You should try it out too! It's positively great.
Ah, O light at the end of mine tunnel. Why must you be so fickle? The flickering is giving me seizures of hope and despair. Only 5 days of class left and 4 final exams. You are so brilliant in this regard. But only 2 weeks of vacation exists between the end of this term and the beginning of the next. Such a fleeting brilliance.
You can ignore that last paragraph. I never typed such a retarded thing, it can't be me blogging; it's my apathetically burned out doppelganger.
Row row, fight the power!
