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Ok, this one is as old as the street, but the third of Foamy’s squirrelsongs is still a catchy tune.

http://www.illwillpress.com/squirrelsongs.html

Seeing The Lord and Master of Squirrelly wrath ranting about everything almost makes me forget the fact that I’d allmost want to scratch my eyes out because they itch like crazy. Only the fact that it might actually hurt and stop me from seeing things is holding me back.

I hate being allergic. And my sister ’s being so considerate to come dust off almost everything in the house, and then triumphantly wave around the dust-cloth as if it were her enemy’s banner, the enemy that she, the flawless victor, has now degraded to a status of garbage.
So now the dust is actually, instead of lying still in some hidden invisible corner, flying around in the air, preventing me to breath properly, irritating my eyes, and as such is transforming my appearance in that of a red-eyed, pale-skinned demon who’s imitating dark-vader’s breathing device.
If it were halloween that might come handy, only it’s not and we don’t celebrate that in Belgium anyways …

So, he who’s on the edge of anaphylactic shock is greating you.
May you be spared from histaminical crisises and may your eyes forever be clear of hazardous substances …

I’m gonna sip some way-too-hot tea and sob …
*sniff*

Sometimes you just have to say …

Blah

B.B. is watching me …

Hmm, went for studycounseling today. An I got a lot of tasks to do.
One of them is to keep detailed records of how I spend my time.
I have to write an entry for every half hour. From waking up to eating to reading a book, to going to class … Then after two weeks I have to hand in the journal and we ‘re gonna make up a schedual which I’ll have to follow …

It’s actually very hard (for me). I realy can’t keep time. It tends to float trough my fingers and hide behind my back. And then there is the urge to embellish the journal with significant feats, … like actually studying full hours without ever even touching my pc …

Hmm, it’s like I’m spying on myself.
B.B. is watching me, oh yessshh he is.

Well, I’m tired now, so I’m going to bed.

*huggles for everyone, and especially you!*

Sweet dreams

B.B.

Awakening

People worry to much about the wrong things;
“What wille we do when we run out of money?”
“What will we do when we run out of fuel?”
“What will we do when we run out of oxygen?”
…
I wonder if anyone before me ever came to the question;
“What will we do when we run out of sleep?”

If sleep exists, where is it kept?
If you can have a lack of it, can you have too much of it?
Can it be shared or stolen?
Can you give it to someone as a birthdaypresent?
Or just because you feel like it?
Can sleep be made or has it always been there?
Is there something like the conservation of sleep?
Can we imprison it into an equation, and derive laws with philosophical impact?
Can we see sleep?
Can we measure it?
Do dreams have anything to do with sleep?
What’s the speed of dreams?
Do dreams travel faster than light?
Is that why time goes slower while you dream?
…

Oh, and I have a new movie on my “to be seen in the distant future near infinity”-list;
“The science of sleep” http://wip.warnerbros.com/scienceofsleep/

When music pulls me trough – a needles(s) eye

I could make a dress
a robe fit for a prince
I could clothe a continent
but I can’t sew a stitch

I can paint my face
and stand very, very still
Its not very practical
but it still pays the bills

I can’t change my name
but I could be your type
I can dance and win at games
like backgammon and life

I used to be the smart one
sharp as a tack
Funny how that skipping years ahead
has held me back

I used to be the bright one
top in my class
Funny what they give you when you
just learn how to ask

I can write a song
but I cant sing in key
I can play piano
but I never learned to read

I can’t trap a mouse
but I can pet a cat
No I’m really serious!
I’m really very good at that

I can’t fix a car
but I can fix a flat
I could fix alot of things
but I’d rather not get into that

I used to be the bright one
smart as a whip
Funny how you slip so far when
teachers dont keep track of it

I used to be the tight one
the perfect fit
Funny how those compliments can
make you feel so full of it

I can shuffle cut and deal
but I can’t draw a hand
I can’t draw a lot of things
I hope you understand
I’m not exceptionally shy
but I’ve never had a man
that I could look straight in the eye
and tell my secret plans

I can take a vow
and I can wear a ring
and I can make you promises but
they won’t mean a thing

Can’t you do it for me,
I’ll pay you well
f*ck I’ll pay you anything
if you could end this

Can’t you just fix it for me,
it’s gone berserk…
f*ck I’ll give you anything if
you can make the damn thing work

Can’t you just fix it for me,
Ill pay you well,
f*ck Ill pay you anything
if you can end this

Hello, I love you
will you tell me your name?
Hello, I’m good-for-nothing
will you love me just the same?

Saving Bob …

Ok,

so you come home after one night …
you expect nothing really has happened, since; nothing ever happened in weeks, so what will happen in a short night?

Then you climb the stairs,
and you find Bob,
its’ stem stretched out on the soil of his little pot,
crippled, … like a bird that suddenly lost its wings in midair and fell down to earth.
The toothpicks, meant to support its slow growth, scattered on the cabinet…

After tedious attempts to reanimate Bob, gently building a harness of toothpicks around him.
I went down to ask what the heck y father had done (couldn’t have been my mother since she’s sick and has to stay in bed).
My father, of course, plays the bent bunny;”I have no idea what you’re talking about, I haven’t been to your room, only to open the window, so maybe the wind … it was very windy …” Hmmm, I consider the enourmous strength of the imaginary huricane my father tries to envision there, and the miracoulous fine state in which our roof still is…
But I know; not gonna hear anything usefull out of him…

So; back up the stairs … find my batteryloader upside down on my desk … Strange, because it’s supposed to be in the cabinet on which bob resides… The cabinet which is a bit overloaded (as most of my cabinets (Me = Clutter)), so when you pull out a drawer it starts falling over …
Then I open the charger and find 3 alkaline batteries inside … You know, those with large letters printed on them, saying; “NEVER RECHARGE, MAY EXPLODE” …

Story in short; I figured what happened;
Dad needs new batteries for my mother’s bloodpressure-meter.
Dad finds alkaline batteries and finds they don’t work.
Dad pulls out drawer to get charger.
Cabinet topples.
Bob gets crushed.
Dad gets charger out of drawer, ignoring Bob, and puts drawer back in, then puts cabinet back up straight, and puts alkaline batteries in charger.
Since he doesn’t want to wait 11 hours for batteries to load, goes to store to get batteries … Thereby saving my room from being covered in acid and catching fire, burning down the house.

My father, of course, denies everything …

Conclusion; Some people are idiots.
Idiots get away with everything …

Whiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiieeeeeeee

Am leaving with my sister for two days of shopping (ok, maybe not thát fun, hope I won’t get to be her mule buried under loads of shopping bags). And we’re staying in a real castle for the night (not a plastic one for a change 😉 ) (reason why I went after all)!

But ‘ve got to go now, take care everyone!

*HUGE huggles*

Burke (lineweaver?)

Tomorrow the last of these exams…
I’m so tired I just wish I’ll stay awake
at least ‘till I’ve handed in the copy of my exams.

And then … eternal sleep zzzzzzzzzzzz

Maybe should shave off my beard first,
before I trip over it. :p.

Did the stupidest possible thing today; had to calculate the differential towards the pH of E°’ … After I worked out the formula for E°’ in terms of pH, just couldn’t remember how we got that stupid derivative into the equation anymore. So I had to go to the professor because it was time, … I explained him my problem. He thought I was hilarious …

How do you get the derivative? By taking the derivative, How else?
Why couldn’t I see something THAT obvious myself?
So I had the full question worked out, and effectively after I realized my idiocy I could read off the answer right from the page.
Wonder if I’ll get any points for that :s.

Well, I made an old man laugh …
(Don’t ever tell him I said he was old; he wouldn’t like hearing that. Apart from that opinion of his he soon will be pensioned (next year) because he ’s too old to teach :p).

Addicted to test-thingies

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now.

× I don’t watch much TV these days.

✓ I own lots of books. (Well, I whish I owned more, since I read most before I’m home from the shop. Luckily there’s the librairy :D.)

* * * * *

× I have broken someone’s bones.

✓ I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.

× I hate the rain. (But I hate COLD wetness)