Monday, May 30, 2005
slurrpppp,,gulllppp,,,sqissh,,,ssppp,,
I only wish I were slurping, gulping, sqishing, and ssppppinnng, soup.
I talked to a professor today. Professor Miller. ProfessorROOAARR. I am sure professors roar, no doubt about it. He had an interesting voice, and as I already described it, or tried to describe it--when he'd finish a sentence, or pause, it would sound as if he was biting into a soft, pillowy sandwich, and scchmmmaack, goes his lips. I was glad he talked the entire time, as words usually get caught around my uvula and flutter about, so I replied with some "mhmmmmm"s and at times "okay" and "alright" just so he was aware that I was paying attention.
and he had a cold.
and coughed.
and apologized.
and assured me that no harmful chemicals will blow up in my face if I were to take a science course.
"It's all conceptuaalll", he moaned, and whooped, and smacked.
anndd my fingers played fairly well today,
and it was a good day,
a good, solid, practical day,
as someone would gruff with their hands on their hips.
but really, a good, solid day,
just reminds
me of
bowel.movements.
alright,
this was surely pointless,
and the muscles in my lower arm hurt if I use them too much,
because we stapled our arms
and listened to the birds
and it's not as romantic as it sounds.
I only wish I were slurping, gulping, sqishing, and ssppppinnng, soup.
I talked to a professor today. Professor Miller. ProfessorROOAARR. I am sure professors roar, no doubt about it. He had an interesting voice, and as I already described it, or tried to describe it--when he'd finish a sentence, or pause, it would sound as if he was biting into a soft, pillowy sandwich, and scchmmmaack, goes his lips. I was glad he talked the entire time, as words usually get caught around my uvula and flutter about, so I replied with some "mhmmmmm"s and at times "okay" and "alright" just so he was aware that I was paying attention.
and he had a cold.
and coughed.
and apologized.
and assured me that no harmful chemicals will blow up in my face if I were to take a science course.
"It's all conceptuaalll", he moaned, and whooped, and smacked.
anndd my fingers played fairly well today,
and it was a good day,
a good, solid, practical day,
as someone would gruff with their hands on their hips.
but really, a good, solid day,
just reminds
me of
bowel.movements.
alright,
this was surely pointless,
and the muscles in my lower arm hurt if I use them too much,
because we stapled our arms
and listened to the birds
and it's not as romantic as it sounds.
