Biology

Today, while bathing, I finally realized how I didn't want to devote my life to French. I have been studying, well, not full-heartedly, but I have been on edge about it, looking and shifting through my notes. I have been watching movies and listening to French radio. I compiled all this in my head while massaging conditioner in my hair. Then I stopped and realized, "I don't give a shit about the French."

The more I listen, the more I learn, the more I watch their culture I cannot enjoy it like I did with Japanese. Now, if I ever had the chance to take Japanese classes or go to Japan, shit yeah. But France? I just can't. I cannot fulfill my life with the romance surrounding their country: wine, accents, dress, and lights.

So, I then thought about biology and how I studied my ass off for the 113 course although I didn't have to. I studied and studied and studied. I even wrote a paper about evolution for my English 300 class ("Evolution of Man: Australopithicus to Homo sapiens"). Even now I still think of what I learned while writing and realize that I don't want to give up that just because I'm ALWAYS bad with numbers. Studying next semester will make me a hermit.

I want to study ecology. That's my main goal. I know I'll hate the outside, but learning from it, I guess, is what makes the difference.

And, the only time I'll get to read, it looks like, is when I am on breaks. Oh bother...

My cat will not stop fucking meowing. He's never fucking happy being in my lap, or on the floor, or in a room. Damn him!

I'm not going to give anymore information since I want to finish The House of Tomorrow. The book is really fucking good and makes me want to read books by Buckminster Fuller.

Yup, that's all I got... Nothing but hot air.