I've struck GOLD.
Yes me and Castro were lab partners in chem today and had fun!!
First our (admittedly) simple experiment,which consisted of us simply adding MnO4- (dropwise) to Fe3+ failed.
We laughed too hard and squirted copious amounts of MnO4-,causing the solution to turn Red.
Then everyone started exclaiming abt our pretty wine-colored solution.
Then after everything was done we added this wine-colored thing to the pretty greenish-blue Cr3+ solution. Then the I- and Ag+ was dumped in for good measure.
GUESS WHAT. We made gold glitters appear!! It looked very pretty, yellow shimmers in dark red solution.
Lol then we showed to everyone. I think the Ag ppted out then to cause the shiny yellow shimmers. Yayyy.
Chem (lab) is cool.
Lunch today was FUN. Lots of laughing and I think Sugar is damn cute! When me and Pam sang Kiss The Girl, she was doing this funny harmonizing thingy too! Which never failed to crack us up. Equals to singing fail. Hahahaha
Then Castro and Pam started getting touchy. Lol. Jk! But yea SHOPPING SOON. Hear hear.
Okay I have to get started on work soon.
@#!$%#$%#^%$^&
Spent 10mins writing this poem. I've no idea okay, it does not relate to me. Doesn't make sense too.
So...
if you wanna remain happy, kindly refrain from continuing.
It'll keep you from being mad, and me, from speculations that I am unsound.
LOL which P would say, is plain nonsense, as everyone knows I am unsound.
Eh P thanks for talking. Really appreciate it.
How you lay everything out so logically and make me see things so simply.
Just like that.
Whew.
you know you spend too much time on blogshops when you refresh your page and find they just released a new collection.
The Boyfriend
Her simple boyfriend
cheating face
The look gently betrays.
I won’t hurt him,
She calmly says,
I’ll give him just a taste.
She stole his heart,
The nucking fut,
And moved on to her way.
The utter truth
went up in flames,
like the Devil’s scorching blaze.
So back he came
and she still loved him
deeply, everyday.
I can forgive you,
She quietly says,
I know its just a phase.
Her love downplayed
her broken pain,
And still she was all grace.
But once returned to his former place,
The Boyfriend amazed
her with his parting phrase:
I’m truly sorry
But I have to leave.
‘Cos things are not the same.
I am stressed.
Thankyou. The best you can do for me is sing with me.
The good thing is to ignore me.
The okay is to talk to me.
The worst thing to do is to pester me.
Only abt three people can call now w/o getting hell's fires loose on them.
I'm sorry for being manic depressive.
Can anyone who sees me give me your home address?
I need to hear a four-part blend or I'll go nuts.
I miss singing nonsense with people.
I miss many people.
I am not in self-pity.
I don't do zut like that.
Thank goodness for our consumeristic attitude.
So (buying) is justified.
Did Obama just get a Nobel peace prize?
Lit is therapeutic. (:
Here's a crazy poem.
Noon Walk On The Asylum Lawn by Anne Sexton
The summer sun ray
shifts through a suspicious tree.
though I walk through the valley of the shadow
It sucks the air
and looks around for me.
The grass speaks.
I hear green chanting all day.
I will fear no evil, fear no evil
The blades extend
and reach my way.
The sky breaks.
It sags and breathes upon my face.
In the presence of mine enemies, mine enemies
The world is full of enemies.
There is no safe place.
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