I don't care if I do have two labs, and two intense journalism classes. I don't ever want to know what is happening more than a week in advance again. It's just too depressing. Blindside me, see if I care. Panic is my muse. Just please, for the love of God, don't tell me that I actually have responsibilities and due dates and work to do. I don't care. I'll deal with it when I have to. Otherwise, sod off, plzkthx.
Speaking of school issues, attending Horticulture is awesome. Reading for Horticulture, however, is a completely different story. See icon for further details. I cannot for the life of me give half a kernel of corn about binomial nomenclature and the difference between various species of lily. If they're pretty, awesome. If I can grow a tasty vegetable, rad. Really though, I'm just in it for the practical application. I like keeping gardens, but I am not going to go out into the wild and try to identify a specific specie of weed. I really don't care.
Clearly, I am not cut out to be a scientist.
In other news, my sweet tooth is out of control lately. I don't know what's up with that. Still, I've got what I hope will be the best cure imaginable: pie. That's right, pie. Pies plural, actually. Pumpkin pie and apple pie. Mmmmpie.
Whatever. HI, WEEKEND! HOW'RE YOU, WEEKEND? YOU READY TO ROCK, WEEKEND?