It was a lovely weekend involving a silent film (Buster Keaton is my new hero. He was a genius) with actual live organ music, some fabulous midnight conversations, a planned nap (Saturday was planned around Nap Time.), a new hamburger recipe (who know that green peppers taste awesome chopped up into hamburger meat? (also, it is really hard to flip burgers when your friends spike your Diet Coke with a generous helping of vodka. *spalt**sizzle*spalt**sizzle*splat*DANG IT*splat*I'M TRYING.*splat**flip*Stop laughing at me*), and, unfortunately, some dating drama. There was weeping, there was some yelling. And the girls were pretty peeved too. Oy. Zee drama. It makes me feel so vahry French, non? Oui. I put on zee beret and whare zee heavy eyeliner and turn up zee contrast on my life. C'est bon.

Saturday night, when I couldn't sleep (due to my chemical imbalance (I refuse to call it PMS. It is beyond that. Granted, my Uterus will evetually have her own blog, I'm sure, but in the mean time, it's a chemical imbalance, and we'll leave it at that.))
, I tried to catch the neighbor's wireless and post, but it was too unsteady. So, I share it with you now:

So, I have decided that Science is better than Feelings. Feelings have done nothing for me lately. They make my nose puffy (because anything on this body needs to get bigger. Jeeze.) and makes my head hurt and I am done.

Science, on the other hand has given me artificial coconut flavoring, Velcro, the polio vaccine, non-clumping mascara, and National Public Radio (Made possible by listeners like you. And science.).

And speaking of NPR, (which, hi, why didn't anyone tell me about Science Fridays? They are teh awesome. I don't have time to read, so NPR keeps me from feeling dumb.) they were talking about yet another concert to increase awareness that the environment is in the pot. Which I think is silly. Anyone at the concert is already aware. Corporations aren't going to change anything because of a concert. Hey, did you know that a corporation has the same rights as an individual person? Which is why they are legally obligated to do what is in the best interest of their shareholders. That's why (I don't remember the steps of reasoning to get here) there were American companies could do work with Hitler, and it was all on the legal up and up. It's also why they can do horrible things to the environment, if it financially benefits their shareholders. Also, I learned on Science Friday that not that long ago (considering the history of the planet, it was relatively not that long ago) apparently Greenland had some rather lush forests. This is suggested by the DNA found in the ice-field drillings.

In other incredibly personal news (and even slightly science related), I'm officially beginning a search for a good endocrinologist. I need more than 5 emotionally stable days out of the month. That is not enough time for me to make all my important decisions and plan my life. I mean, I need at least 6, at the very least.

Interestingly enough, though, I've realized that the most intense parts of my angsty love-struck phases (2 years is totally just a phase, right? Right?) seem to coincide with PMS/chemical imbalance. "Hi. I only love you when I'm bloated and pimpley and stabby." This part of my decision to trade Feelings for Science.

One of the bloggers I read has a 4 year old daughter whose new favorite phrase is "That's Scientific!" in place of "That's great!" or "I agree."

"Scientific!" (complete with fist air-pump (or is that air fist-pump?) is totally my new battle cry. I think it will get me through my 24th year without all those nasty feeling-y bits.

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