Oh yeah, I have a blog, don't I?

Writing about stuff is very therapeutic, which is why I should blog more. Sometimes I write blog-type things on my computer in a blank document, but I never post those on my blog because there are just some things I can't say on the internet. But there are also things I can say, so I will say them here.

Well, I'm in a documentary course right now. I'm making a documentary about growing up with video games.

EDIT 3 WEEKS LATER:

And now I'm done with that course. Still need to finish my documentary. See, there were some technical difficulties that I'd rather not get into right now. Suffice to say that I hope I get a passing grade.

Bah, it's too late to blog right now. I'm going to bed. From now on I'm blogging in the morning.

Oh god, what smells like formaldehyde?!

It reminds me of when I was in 10th grade and we were doing frog dissections. For weeks I smelled formaldehyde everywhere. It was horrible. I hated frog dissections. Not because it was inhumane, no, but because it smelled horrible. And the frog carcass was so rubbery and disgusting and filled with formaldehyde. I honestly would have rather dissected a freshly killed frog; at least it wouldn't have smelled so bad.
We got to dissect deer hearts. That wasn't so bad because they were fresh. Mmmmmm, fresh deer hearts.

Sorry if this all sounds disgusting.

...Actually I'm not sorry. I will not apologize for taking biology. It was a required course and I took it. So there.

I am so glad I'm not in high school anymore.