Hairy-

-armpits.

Thinking in bed is a dangerous occupation. But there I was, midnight, laying in my quiet, empty bed and it struck me. I needed to shave my armpits, since it's too damn hot to wear a shirt with sleeves.

And I have to wonder- why is it alright if guys don't shave their armpits?

I mean, seriously. It's almost taboo for a woman NOT to shave, and yet men get by with icky, long under-arm hair? It's just not right. Same with leg hair, but that doesn't bother me quite as bad. I don't, as of yet, have an opinion of other hair, but I'm fairly certain I'll think the same of it as I do of mine. The less the better.

But armpit hair is just...eww.

Hot enough lemonade is nice...

And that's hot, as I don't particularly care for lemonade...

It's 96 F/35 C right now and I'm just flat sick of it. I know that heat indexes are for wusses, but when I see 123 F/50 C anywhere in conjunction with the temperature near me I have fits. I just do. It's flat hot out, and humid. I feel like I'm sitting in a sauna, and unfortunately, opening the door does not lead into a nice cool hallway with showers. But on the upside, it is -slightly- warmer outside than inside. I don't dare go upstairs...

Meh

You know, I'm a rather moody individual. Many blame it on the fact that I'm a woman, except I think it's not. I'm just moody.

I've been shy all day. Part of that is because I was around crowds of people, but part of it is that I was just feeling shy. Granted, mostly it was people I knew and can talk to one on one, but the group kinda turns me off. I did however, for the first time in the three years I've been at this church, work up the courage to help in the kitchens. Took me ages to get my hands to stop shaking.

Now I'm ... well, moody is how I'd usually call it, except I've already used that term. I hate this mood, and I know I should just crawl into bed, take some painkillers and a sleeping pill and sleep it off. I'll feel better in the morning. The thing is, I don't want to. I'm sick of sleeping.

I sleep too much. It's a commonly known fact. Thing is, I don't have anything better to do and I'm bored. You can only read so long, write so much, stare at the computer or zone out at the wall before you simply go mad. Yeah, I could go clean my house, again, but what's the point? Dirt just gets tracked in, and the roommates leave stuff all over. I'm tired of dealing with their crap, and I told them that but...there isn't much short of cleaning it myself that I can do. And I refuse to do that.

Meh. That really just sums everything up. It's late, so I should sleep but I'm sick of sleeping pills that leave me groggy and grouchy in the morning. I'm sick of reading, even though I just got a book I've been waiting for. Hell, I'm even sick of cleaning my room, and heavens knows it needs it again. I systematically organize things into a corner, then as I much out the corner, the junk destroys what was previously ordered. It keeps me busy, except...I'm bored of doing it. I went walking earlier with my camera, but I lost the light too soon so that left me frustrated.

Oh, and my....I guess he would be my great-uncle, but he's not much older than my parents died on Sunday, his funeral was today. I didn't know him well, in fact the last time I remember seeing him was in 2004 I think, but I called my grandmother to make sure she was alright and...well, the whole thing is just kinda bitter to me.

All my life I've wanted to be close to my family. Actually, to better frame it, I've wanted a family. Technically, I have a huge one. My father has five sib's, there are 11 of us grandkids, and probably near 100 other relatives. I haven't seen any of them in over a year. I haven't spoken to my father in over three, and only one of my sisters that live with him in that time. My mom's side isn't much better. I've seen my aunt once in five years, and my cousin. My mom, paternal grandmother and two aunts are the only that I talk to, and my mom is the only constant I have.

And, I love her to death, but she...well, we disagree on a lot of things. And I end up whining to a small box on a pretend-wood desk that plays music for me.

I always knew I was alone, but in the end? It's not what I want.

I know it's cheesy and pointless, doubly so given that I basically live the life of a hermit, but I want someone. Just a friend who I can go to, whine and cry at, or tease and pester. Someone who'll understand when I just need someone to be there.

Gah. This is ridiculous. I'm going to bed before I end up thinking myself into a do-something-stupid hole. At least staring at the dark ceiling is sorta productive. Meh.

Whoop Whoop

I PASSED BIOLOGY!!!

WTF is a tetraploid?

Yeah, it's a religious rant...

First off, I'd like to say this is not meant to offend anyone. If it does, go stick your head in the sand.

Browsing the BBC (yes, I'm aware I should be studying, bite me) I found this today. I'm not a keen fan of Micky Mouse, for the simple fact that mice give me the heebie jeebies, but it makes me wonder.

I'm a Christian, my best friend is an obnoxious heathen and I've got family who are Mormon, Catholic and other random things. It doesn't  bother me. I can't, and won't force my opinion or beliefs on anyone. I might share them, but what a person believes is up to him.

Now, to tie in the news article. My bestest best atheist buddy often sends me rather derogatory (if usually humorous) dipictions of various aspects of my faith. I usually laugh, or say 'hmmm, lol'. It's not something I'm going to get worked up over. This sorta springs to mind, or a number on that site. Some are downright hilarious, some are rude, and others, I'm sure, would gain a fatwah from various Muslim clerics.

Seriously though, who cares? I've got the right to express my opinion, whether it be in blog, picture or shouted from the rooftop of the Eifel Tower (granted, I've never been to the top of the Tower, and I doubt I've an opinion worth shouting from there) but the point is: Get over yourselves.

Now, if I were to come out and say: "Abdullah, I think you are a pork-sucking, dog-loving, flea infested scumbag and your religion is less than the crap on the bottom of my shoes" and hand him a picture of himself with a large red X through it, then I can definately see reason for discord. Even a fatwah. Yeah, I can see that.

But over a stupid cartoon? When everyday thousands of cartoons of Jesus, the Buddha, Abraham- the list goes on- are made, distributed and laughed at?

What makes Islam so damn important that it can't take a frakking joke? Seriously, my turban-wearing-brothers, get a freaking grip and learn to laugh.

Chess

At two am.

I was a graceful loser, he was a graceful winner. It was an awesome game.

Greatest test question ever!

General Bio, test three:

The end step of fermentation results in_______

random answer
random answer
the destruction of Sauron's ring
recycling of NADH to NAD+

I was beyond tempted...