June 30, 2013

It has come to my attention that I am beyond irrationally afraid of cockroaches. Last night while talking with Stephanie we discovered a brown bug in my room and I completely flipped. I don't worry about spiders, I don't worry about flies but the very thought that this bug could possibly have been a cockroach? No- queue me jumping around my room screaming about it flying into my face. Might not have helped that it was very late at night. It turned out not to be a cockroach, just a beetle or something but boy. oh. man. no. Burn the whole apartment complex down if it had been a cockroach. Which would have been really bad because we haven't even had a fire extinguisher in this apartment until about two days ago.

It's not fun when a good friend betrays you. I'm looking at you, french toast. Made some delicious strawberry cream cheese stuffed french toast but was too impatient and ended up burning the roof of my mouth terribly. Been dealing with that all week, been trying to find some remedies for it but when googling 'burnt mouth remedies' on google just makes me sad. "I had burnt my mouth really bad and then ate some really spicy mexican and it's now even worse! What can I do??" Maybe not eat super spicy mexican when your mouth is already burnt? "Drinking cold water seems to help me a lot!" "Oh my gosh, no way! Cold water helps me too!" "Oh thanks, the cold water seems to be working."
No. Freaking duh.

Now you'll say, "Well, Lisa, you've been asking the same stupid questions, haven't you?" I'm not an idiot, I know cold water helps. I was just hoping to find something a little more like 'bananas work wonders and sooth burns because of the potassium' or something. Well thank goodness I read that story from that other troubled soul cause I was just about to go off and eat a bunch of chilis. hah.

My organic chem II class started on Thursday and I think it's going to be okay. I'm telling myself that I'm going to be able to do it. I'm bound and determined to get an A in this one. Maybe it's just because I've never been able to get an A in chemistry because I hate it so much. I always get B's. Straight constant B's. Since it's all I'm taking this second part of summer semester, I'm thinking that I'll be able to do it. Especially since my professor seems to be pretty cool. First class he welcomed us with playing Eye of the Tiger. Is it pretty much a requirement to be a crazy old man to be a chemist or something? Or is it the chemistry that does that to you?

You know what's awesome? Thrift stores are awesome.
You know what's stupid? Dogs.