I just kant figure it out.

Awful plays on words are my specialty. So, I am taking this class, Cognitive Science, and it is really cool, coolest I have ever taken at 8am, for damn sure. The only problem is that it is in fact, multidisciplinary and the focus is now on philosophy. While, I see the interest in the ideas of what constitute thoughts and how do we know what we know, it is just not my epistmelogical cup of tea. Seeing how the professor got his BA in Philosophy, I have a feeling that we will be on this topic for a good while. He continues to make me nervous about the pepers not being graded yet. I hear he is quite the hardass when it comes to academic honesty and orignial thoughts. Not that I have anything to worry about.

So, the whole body obsession is totally cliche and it makes me sick that I reinforce stereotypes, so I have take on a different sort of craze, if you want to call it that. This week, my project will be to keep my room cleanest as possible. So far, not so good. Messy messy messy, but my batrhoom is wonderfully sterile. Ever have the desire for random scientific equipment, dunno why, but I think it would be neat to have an autoclave. I don't know what sort of weird things I would put in it, but it would be funny to put a pair of drawers in there, you think they would hold up?