I got nothing.

When I do pain myself to read long blog entries, I basically see a person's internal moral struggle spilled out onto a webpage. Even when writing about current issues in the world, blog entries often boil down to a writer settling their feelings on a topic.

I try to sit down and write entries like this, but I can't get anything to come out of my head. I don't know why.

Maybe, as I get more focused into Biology, my opinion of things has become universally relative to the nature of life. The rules by which life conducts itself, both individually and as species.

Look! I just did it! Maybe I'm not blog-retarded after all.

You cannot grasp the true form of Ronald's attack!!

Break dance!

Ridley HATES Samus.

Imagine being raised to hate. Your very first memory consists of you being forced to kill, you keep killing as you grow until you eventually like it. Your entire life you've known nothing but fighting, you've killed hundreds, thousands of innocent people all in the name of your race. You eventually become the leader of your people and have total command over the army. Then, right as total conquest is within your grasp, some 16 year old blonde bitch in metal chicken suit shows up in your personal lair and blows you brains through the back of your skull.

You had your brain uploaded to the main computer hours before, and it is downloaded onto a new body so you can continue your mission. You go to get revenge, but are killed again by the same broad. This happens three more times.

Ridley has been killed by Samus 5 times. No wonder he's always so fucking pissed off.

Pufnstuffing

My list of exposure goes like this...

1. Pufnstuf

2. Stuffing

So every Thanksgiving I think about how much Witchiepoo wanted to get her hands on Freddie the Magical Flute.

Meganeura

Imagine walking your chihuahua, only to have it randomly picked off and taken away by a swooping dragonfly the size of a hawk.

Meganeura was the largest known flying insect to ever have existed. Granted, all bugs were enourmous during the Carboniferous period, before the age of the Dinosaurs...

The thought of a bug that big is still really cool, though.

A quickie while I eat marshmallows

Ugh, god. I just ate a hotpocket ripoff. So I'm gonna get diarrhea x10.

I've got a week left before my job at the bridge done with. This summer I learned that no one that drives on the PA Turnpike has any reasoning skills. I know I'm pretty smart to begin with, but working in a toll booth has made me way more confident in my superiority.