Sunday, July 8, 2007

The End is Nigh

It seems like just yesterday I was threatening to heave a pipe bomb at my school unless they registered me for classes, and already I have less then two weeks until this term is over. I spent the weekend doing 9 med term assignments, 4 algebra assignments, and making about 350 flashcards for study aids. I will probably cry with joy when I finish my last final next Thursday.

Since I don't have an internet connection, I use the computer at the family business. The pros are I don't have to deal with paying for and setting up the 'net, the cons are it isn't in the comfort of my bedroom and I am alone during the wee hours on a somewhat sparsely populated highway. This weekend during the non-wee hours, I was minding my own business, answering questions about the pituitary gland and its minions (they don't call it the master gland for nothin'), and a car whips into the parking lot. If this had been a school night I would have immediatly assumed it was an ax-murderer and started running in circles looking for a sharp object to defend myself with. Luckily for me, the family business deals with tools that would put any ax, blood-covered or not, to shame. It turned out to be a lady on her way to a wedding who had gotten lost, and I got to save the day with Mapquest. Although considering Mapquest's accuracy, I may have just made her trip all the more confusing and hellish.

One of my college friends recently became a father, and he sent a fantastic e-mail describing the experience. I have no desire to be a mother, but when I read his story I felt an ache in my heart. He was so happy to have a son, and I can't fathom ever having that kind of joy. If I was pregnant right now, I would be scared out of my mind. I have never thought about having children and had any kind of positive emotion. It's kind of like when I am envious of conservative Christians. I do not share their mindset, I do not agree with many things they believe, I find many of their practices hypocritical, and I would need some kind of brain damage to enter their flock. But to have that kind of faith...

2 comments:

bibliophile81 said...

I have often had similar thoughts about conservative Christians.

Radioactive Jam said...

A nice religious license tag might help.

Or a pipe bomb.

Pope bomb? No...

The real question is: how can I tell if my pituitary's minions are revolting?