I'm not even writing in my summer journal-- what's up with me?? And there's not too much time left to start really filling it up; I'm gonna be busy, busy, busy. Oh well. At least once I'm done with, um, surgery, I'll have plenty of time to sit on my ass and put pen to paper.
Well, here's some thoughts for today. Or... well, the day's over, the night's descended as a new Monday begins. So, so much for that. But it's about muffins!
So I was making muffins this morning, well, this early afternoon, and I cracked an egg on the table and it made the most delightful sound: it sounded exactly like when Yoshi breaks out of his egg in Super Mario World! Virtual reality is invading reality and staying, I swear. After everything was done and out of the oven (they were PERFECT today; for some reason, they take longer to bake if you put thicker milk in them), I spread what I thought was blueberry spread on it. Then I looked at the jar and saw that it was black raspberry spread. It was only when I ate the next muffin that I realized what it tasted like.
Strange; I wonder why that is. Are some of my aesthetic senses turning off? Do I have to look at something and know it's good beforehand in order to really enjoy it? I fear this is part of growing up, somehow... something's getting screwed up, or turning off. Or something.
Maybe what I'm missing is the really critical, intense atmosphere I experienced at the Prep. In that case, well, haha, that's fine c'est bien I can do without it.
No; I'm just getting older. Soon I won't be old enough to make a mathematical discovery on my own, or a really cool one, or something, because my brain will be so incapable. Wait, what? What exactly did they say?
Should I care? And what exactly characterizes being 20 years old?
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