I hate school. I hate it so much. The girl the migrated to the seat next to me is, I just hate her. She's a quiet talker, but she's always making this "child please" face, and I just nod. Because I can't fucking hear her. She's loud when she decides to ask a stupid question in class, tho. She's not the person who asks the overly smart questions, to impress the teach. Her questions are just dumb. If he says-a proton revolves around a nucleus, she say-so, orbiting the nucleus, is a proton? Which prompts him to start from the beginning. And I want to kick her chair out from under her.
I cannot for the life of me figure out why I need to learn about RNA transcription. Especially RNA transcription of a bacteria. Why? Am I ever going to have to explain to a patient that he has strep
Because the bacteria replicated it's DNA? No! You're sick, man! End of story! Here's some antibiotics. And if I actually ever had to explain it, I'd just make something up. And it would work, because obviously I'm working in the psych ward.
My head is cold. It's cold out. I hate cold weather. I just heard the furnace kick on, and it's depressing. It'll snow soon. And snow is ugly. It's white. It makes everything white. White is boring. But then it changes road funk gray. And it's uglier. Everything looks dirty. I feel like I live in Detroit when it's winter. If I wanted to live in Detroit, I'd kill myself.
What if I actually put in my high notes, something truly genius. Like the cure for cancer. And someone read it, and stole all my ideas. Then I would have to give up my identity to sue them. But then again, it might make a strong case for why pot should be legal. I should come up with the cure for cancer....
