ehh this post is probably way more suited for the class blog but I'm lousy at computers and I can't be bothered to figure out how to get in.

so....

it occurred to me that beetles probably prefer feeding on maple leaves than ivy. tastes sweeter I suppose. yes? no? yes?

computer says nooooo.....

pity. still, can't have everything.

(bet that no one knows where that's from ><)

still, african great horned beetles are probably the best example of survival of the fittest. they thrived even when the sky fell down right on their heads. even had the spare time to stick a pig.

a few pigs in fact.

the smell of blood must have been amazing.

then again, I suppose that they didn't appreciate the beauty of it all. silly herbivorous meat-eaters.

someone should lend them an umbrella next time.

funny. how did the word umbrella come up in the first place? can't think of any other word in the english language which is remotely similar.

not like english ever makes sense. just like knitting. who ever managed to come up with a way to string knots together in so neat a fashion? and how about crochet? and lace-making? (lacing sounds wrong...) weaving and sewing are much more intuitive.

baskets are pretty. but you hardly use them now. not in this day and age. technology has left us with a nice, clean, sterile world.

no more chaos. life stops.

stop.

STOP.

the last line looked funny. I don't know why.

but existence is meaningless without a soul, no? hate doing things which you don't love.

what was the quote from AI? something about love is when your heart beats faster... some very mechanical definition. very nice.

I think I'm disturbing people again.

(sorry to those who are disturbed)

our class is underlying sane. but I don't really want it to change.

nursery rhymes are violent. do you think that babies would like it if they knew that the lullaby was about how they'll fall tumbling to the ground?

maybe they would actually. we don't know. we don't even know how babies think.

don't think!

strange that we talk of babies like they're foreign, alien beings. we talk of adulthood with more familiarity than we talk about babies. which is odd since all of us were babies but none of us are adults yet.

maybe we just don't want to admit that we were once so helpless.

why am I typing this post at all? it doesn't make sense.

going to click the send button soon.

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